Eagle was sitting in a chair situated in front of his new laptop. He had heard of something called a 'Facebook' and decided to check it out.

As he typed the URL into the bar, Snake came up behind him.

"What are you doing now?" he asked.

"Creating a Facebook,"

There was silence, so Eagle turned his head to look at his red-haired friend. He was looking at Eagle in a what are you talking about way.

"A Facebook is part of this thing called Social Networking," he explained. The look on his friend's face didn't change.

"It's a website," he tried.

Snake hit him on the back of the head. "I know what a website is, dumbo."

"You can say stuff online," he explained, figuring he should at least get his thoughts out of the way before getting hit again.

Snake nodded and Eagle returned to the monitor.

"What should my name be?" Eagle asked a second later.

"What name?" Fox's replacement, Bear, came up behind Snake.

"For Facebook," Eagle replied.

"Come up with something funny," Wolf suggested, appearing in the room as well.

"Or something that means something," Bear added.

The men sat in the room for about ten minutes before Eagle jumped up from his seat and said, "CUB!" like some sort of scientific breakthrough that stopped cancer.

"Cub Beacons!" Snake joined in. Eagle and Snake high-fived, then Eagle returned to his seat and finished the application for a Facebook account.

One month later, Eagle and the team completely forgot about Facebook. They logged on here and there, but then got bored and left.
Eagle was now checking his email when a title caught his attention. It read, New Facebook Friend, Bill Lane! In bold letters.

"GUYS!" Eagle shouted, recognizing the name as their SAS Sergeant.

Wolf came in, yawning as it was really early, even for the SAS soldiers. "Yeah?" he yawned.

"Sergeant friend-ed us on Facebook!"

Wolf's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hey!" he yelled to the stairs, then about twenty seconds later, Bear and Snake appeared in front of them.

"Yes?" they asked in sync, dark circles under their eyes.

"Sergeant friend-ed us!" Eagle yelled, exited.

"Well, type something." Bear said, now wide awake.

Snake, wide awake as well, pulled up a dining room chair and sat to watch Eagle type.

Hey Sarge! How ya been?

Seconds later he replied with, Good Alex, how's the agency?

And that is how the K-Unit figured out Alex's secrets, not to mention they bugged the ol' Sarge a lot.