Okay, apparently women are not allowed to do SAS training in Britain... but, I don't really care.

Let's just pretend a law was recently passed allowing them to train.

Got it?

Good.

Let us continued on with the story... by "us" I mean me.


Zebra's POV

I finally managed to drag myself into the mess hall some time before eight. Everyone was waiting on me including the sergeant.

"That was fine for today all of you. Tomorrow you will run the same path with the same equipments. I want you back here before seven thirty though." The sergeant was staring directly at me. I glanced up at the clock, it was around seven forty. "Eat and then go back to sleep until lunch." The sergeant declared.

Cub frowned.

"What?" Puppy asked.

"They're breaking you in easy." Cub answered before standing to get a tray full of eggs and pancakes without butter or syrup.


Puppy's POV

I watched Cub as we ate, thinking about what he'd said, "Breaking you in easy." Not us him too, but you us in Zebra, Kitten, and I only.

"It must be because he was here before." I muttered to myself as I got up and discarded my tray leaving the mess for my not so comfortable bunk back in the hut.

I walked slowly, more meandering than anything when out from one of the empty huts came several men dress in black.

I opened my mouth to yelp but was unable to since one of the men muffled my lips with a rag.


Alex's POV

"Something's wrong." I declared when Kitten prepared to leave the hall.

"What do you mean by wrong?" Zebra asked as Kitten turned back around and took a step back towards us.

"That's what I mean by wrong." I said and spilled the remaining food off my tray as a hand reached out and tried to drag Kitten outside. Fully in attack mode I rushed towards the struggling woman and slammed the tray in the vicinity of his face since he was wearing a full head covering helmet.

The man obviously hadn't been expecting any resistance for he immediately dropped Kitten's arm and turned to attack me.

Before he could I sent a booted heel into his gut and when his head jerked back with surprise Kitten slammed her elbow into the man's neck.

The man immediately collapsed and Zebra went to remove his helmet so we could see his face.

"No time. We have to find Puppy and we have to stick together." I said and grabbed the cart with all the clean trays on them. "We'll use this for cover and it anyone attacks-"

"Use the tray's as weapons." Zebra and Kitten said at the same time.

"Right." I replied as the two women were staring at each other in astonishment. "Let's go. Remember, use the cart as cover." And we were out the door.

There were was no one in sight, but I hadn't thought there would be. After all, this was mostly likely a training exercise meant to judge the skill of the trainees.

I remembered doing something similar with the K-unit...

...

I heard a sound coming from the foot of my bed and opened my eyes. Standing above me was a man with his face shielded dressed in completely black. I opened my mouth to shout but before I could the man slammed a hand over my lips.

Not letting this deter me I asked out with my feet sending the man flying and landing on top of Snake's bed.

Snake snorted and rolled over. Apparently it took more than two hundred pounds of muscle landing on top of him to wake him up.

Fortunately my mouth was now free and I could get help from someone else. "Intruder!" I shouted and Fox sat bolt upright, coming face to face with the man who had rolled and was now on his knees beside Snake's bed.

Fox shot out of bed just in time as the man made a grab for his feet.

By this time Eagle and Wolf had made it across the hut and the four of us surrounded the man who was still kneeling.

The man glanced around desperately before aiming what looked like a gun at me.

"Pop! Pop!" The gun went off and I expected to feel something.

Instead I realized that Snake had finally woken up and sent the man's gun flying across the room.

"Why the hell is some crazy interfering with my sleep!" Snake demanded in a Scottish accent as Eagle snuck around behind him and pulled off his helmet.

The man was smiling at me. "Good job, Cub. You didn't a hell of a lot better than was expected of you." The man said and right then the sergeant entered.

"Come on now, Raccoon. Let's let these boys back to sleep."

Stunned we watched the two men leave, chatting and laughing as they went.

Snake's fair hair glowed in the moon light as he crossed the hut to stand by the door. "All be damned." He whispered loudly without a hint of anger.

...

Kitten, Zebra, and I made it back to our hut only to find it empty.

"Here." Zebra said, reaching out to grab a note stuck to the wall with a knife.

"What's it say?" Kitten asked as Zebra examined it front and back.

"That Puppy is being held somewhere in the assault course and we have exactly four hours to recover him." Zebra said and tucked the note into one of the pockets on the inside of her camouflage jacket.


Kitten's POV

Watching Cub in action was like watching an expert do what they do best... in whatever they do best...

He was amazing! Awesome! Super powerful and insanely conservative in what he allowed us to bring.

"No." He muttered as I went for my backpack.

"What if we need to carry something?" I asked, all the books I'd ever read on hostage rescue said you should always have a thing to carry anything you might find that you want to bring back with you.

"If we find anything bigger than what we can stuff in our pockets then we abandon it of destroy it." Cub replied as if it were common sense.

"Okay then." Zebra muttered, observing Cub carefully eating up each and every one of his movements like a starving man eats grommet food.

"This is so stupid." I whispered quietly enough neither of them should have been able to hear me.

Unfortunately for me, Cub's name should have been Bat because he heard my muttered rebellion and leaned in to murmured in my ear, "It's only stupid to those who want to get themselves and their team mates killed."

I visibly paled and lurched away from the Cub.

Chuckling he tugged a cap over his springy blond curls and headed for the door.


Zebra's POV

Cub flung open the door and waved his hat around while he stayed hidden behind the wall on the left side of the door frame. Whatever he'd been expecting hadn't happened hand he waved us forward.

"Always use a decoy to check before you head out into the open." Cub mumbled loud enough for Kitten and me to hear him.

Kitten opened her mouth, probably to ask some sort of stupid question but apparently Cub had enough brains to answer before she asked. "If you're under pressure and you don't have time to set up a decoy then begin to pray to whatever superior being you believe in because you have a five in six shot of being shot." Kitten closed her mouth and we continued to dash from hut to hut in broad daylight, slowly making our way towards the assault course.

"Do you think this will work?" I asked, not feeling as confident as I had when I'd first decided to follow Cub's lead.

"If it doesn't then somethings really wrong." Cub replied almost cryptically.

"What do you mean?" Kitten asked, it was the first time I'd heard her ask something I actually wanted to hear the answer to.

Cub stopped and turned his head to look us each in the eyes, first me then Kitten. "If this doesn't work then it means somethings wrong with my process and if something were wrong with my process then I would have been killed a long time ago." And with that Cub's brown eyes returned to the invisible trail leading to the assault course than only he could follow since he was the only one who'd ever been there.

Watching Cub was like watching a professional at their best. I wasn't sure if it was possible for him to make a mistake. And if he did make one, even a minor one, I was positive that Kitten and I would be doomed.


Alex's POV

It took a half and hour to reach the assault course. You might not believe me, but it actually would have taken less time if I'd had to pull this off at night. Why? Because it is much easier to sneak and creep around in the dark than it is in full sun shine.

Once reaching the start of the difficult course I knew things would get easier at the same time they got worse. For starters, the course would offer much more cover from any attack that might be launched at us... at the same time I wasn't all that sure of the physical capabilities these women possessed.

Would they even be able to maneuver themselves far enough into the course to get Puppy?

Would Zebra and Kitten even be any help getting Puppy back out? This was actually the bigger question since I didn't think I could manage this task all on my own. At least not when his life nor mine hung in the balance.

"Come on. We stay together, for now. If I feel one of you is holding us back we drop you." I make clear eye contact with each young woman before I launched myself onto the steep ladder surrounded by tangled ropes than made climbing much harder but not impossible.

To my relieve Zebra nearly beat me and Kitten was only moments behind.

Sitting on top of the ladder I called, "Good. It only gets harder."


Puppy's POV

"Good God he's wonder boy!" The man who had grabbed me was watching a screen with Cub, Zebra, and Kitten. He seemed almost transfixed by what he saw.

I'll be the first one to admit that Cub is good.... so good than I didn't stand a chance against him if he were to ever become my enemy. "I'm sure glad he's on my side." I muttered angrily when the man turned.

"I know the feeling." The man said with a good hearted laugh muffled slightly by the helmet he was wearing, effectively blocking his face and eyes from my quizzical gaze. "That's your talent, isn't it?" He asked when he stopped laughing and noticed my gaze.

"What is?" I asked as innocently as a rage filled man with heavily bruised pride could.

"Reading people based solely off of their facial features and eye expressions?" The man added some detail.

I snorted at the funny expression of eye expressions but didn't reply even after his Scottish accented voice spat taunts in my direction.


Back to the whole women not being allowed to train in SAS... I guess it doesn't surprise me all that much since the last time I checked women aren't allowed to be Navy SEALs either.

I actually don't know the reasons for either of these restrictions but whatever I guess, it must be working or the people of the twenty-first century would be throwing a fit right?