DISCLAIMER: Alex Rider belongs to me. Yes. I'm totally not writing this on a website called . Psh what you on about?

A/N: Okay so I had a bit of fun writing this. Just a tiny bit. Thank you those two reviews I received. It's honestly why I decided to write this right now. The previous chapter has been edited as well as this one for grammar and such. I was in a bit of a rush to post this story because I was so excited about it.


Alex couldn't help his boredom on the journey to the SAS camp he dreaded attending. He knew he had to go; there was no way that he could avoid it. He had been sent home and given 10 minutes to pack a few things. He had been told he wasn't allowed to take any communication devices, which meant he was left staring out the window. He was using the tactic of watching the landscape flit past to amuse himself.

He could say that this was far too weird to be normal, however weirder things had happened to him. Being sent to train with a SAS unit that had happened to know he was a teenage spy and had previously trained with was actually the most normal thing to happen to him. Alex almost sighed in relief as the chain-linked fence with the barbed wire placed on top the fence came into view. They were here. It couldn't have come at a better time as Alex was seriously considering opening the car door and making a run for it.

He would be caught in a day if he lucky. Yet it was a more attractive option than sitting in the car bored out of his mind. The car drew up at the fence where four men stood, armed with guns. The MI6 driver flashed them some ID before they were permitted to move inside. Alex could see many camouflage fatigues clad men wandering around. A few of them were in midst of playful banter or fights.

All in all it was military heaven. Just the thought of joining these men (Britain's elite) would've been enough to send anyone who wanted a career in the military life into a fit of excitement. It was probably why the men had been so hostile when Alex had first came. They had worked their entire life to get into the camp and Alex had just jumped straight into the camp. Alex wasn't worried about the men anymore. He had encountered much worse than the jeers, taunts and bullying he had endured last time.

He didn't care if he was with K Unit and if they were assholes to him again. He wasn't going to worry about if they saw his scars either. Wolf had seen him at Point Blanc, which should've been a big enough encounter for them to realise that he was active in the field. Hell, they may have heard rumours about what had gone on. Alex had quickly noticed that no matter how classified something was there was still the high possibility of rumours of what happened. The rumours were almost always true; no one confirmed it.

Things such as a 14-year-old boy crashing down from space were one of the things that people found out about. As the different militaries merged and greeted each other on different assignments things such as that were passed along. It was just the way things worked. Everyone loved a bit of gossip, no matter how professional and grown up they claimed to be.

As the car drew up beside the mansion the driver snapped his glance back at Alex. "Sir, this is your stop." He said. Alex nodded quietly, opening his door.

"Thank you." Alex stepped out of the car, grabbing his bag and stepping out of the car. He slung his bag over his shoulder before shutting the door. Stood in front of him were a unit of men. Alex expected this, after all a unit did practically everything together. The car slivered off. Alex stood up straight, his body automatically tensed in case of any source of attack.

"Are you Cub?" The man he assumed was the leader asked. Alex nodded. "Come with us." I followed them over to a jeep. Two of the men got into the front and the rest of us were forced to squeeze into the back. Alex found this journey far more interesting. The closer they got the camp the more there was to see. For example, in the distance he could see the shapes of a unit returning from perhaps a 3 day survival pack judging by the packs on their back.

Alex just enjoyed watching people. It was something he had done his entire life. He always thought about the journey they most recently had, perhaps what their life was like. It was oddly soothing to him. The jeep stopped outside the biggest hut. Above it was the black bold print 'SERGEANTS' OFFICE'. It was pretty clear where he had to go. Alex climbed out of the jeep and made his way to the door.

Despite doubts by Alan Blunt Alex did know how to knock. Which is exactly what he did. Alex waited until there was a grunted 'enter' issued. He walked inside and stood at attention. "Cub." The sergeant nodded in greeting. "You will be with K Unit and staying here for an undetermined period of time. You will train and eat with them. The hut is in the same place as last time. You can't be binned due to circumstance but if you slip up I will make your life hell." The sergeant snapped. "Clear?"

"Crystal, sir." Alex responded.

"Dismissed!" The sergeant barked. Alex marched out of the office and allowed his muscles to relax before he started walking towards the hut. His memory was a little bit shaky of where it was but he ended up in the right sector. After a few minutes he found the cabin with a small black 'K' printed beside the door. Alex took a deep breath before he walked towards the door and yanked it open.

There was no sign of K Unit. They could've been kidnapped or killed; however, due to what this place was he dismissed it off as them off training. Alex quickly unpacked his bag before changing into the uniform left on his bed. After he had laced his boots up Alex decided to go for a walk. It seemed his feet had a mind of its own. He soon found himself standing by the obstacle course. He hadn't intended to come here. No one seemed to be using it.

Exercise had always helped him when he was stressed out. With a deadly terrorist cooperation after him he was more stressed out than ever. It would've been a peace of mind that MI6 seemed to be taking him out of the danger but they had failed to notice a helicopter with a scorpion fly through London. He couldn't trust anyone but himself to get out of this alive.

Alex place himself in front of the obstacle course's start. The first task was a 20 foot log wall. It had barely any slots for him to hoist himself up the wall but he could see a few. Counting down from 3 in his head he took of, flinging himself at the wall. He hauled himself up. Every time he felt his fingers or feet slipping he quickly brought them up to another slot. Finally he found himself balancing on top of the wall. He leapt down, not bothering to climb down as anyone else would. He landed on the balls of his heels and rolled along the ground to absorb the impact.

Alex's next challenge was the barbed wire crossing. You had to crawl under barbed wire as fast as you could. Alex wasted no time in falling into a familiar army crawl under the wire. It was quite exhausting to do and by the time he had finished the mud he had been crawling through was everywhere, including his hair.

The next task was to climb up a rusty ladder. At the top Alex was face with what he had to do. There were ropes hanging down from a wooden structure for him to use to swing himself across the vast and long drop. He was standing on the platform where the structure's frame jutted upwards. Last time he was here it had been proven to be a struggle for even Wolf to do. The gaps between the ropes were so large that only a grown man could reach it.

Alex knew he couldn't swing across the gap as he had always tried to when he was last here. So he started climbing up the structure's wooden pole that led to the top part of it. He could feel his muscles protesting as he climbed, only reminding him how sloppy he had became of his fitness recently. Metal bars ran across the gap up here with rope attached to it and hanging down. The two sets of ropes were designed so that a pair could cross. By the time he reached the top he risked a glance around.

He had an audience. Obviously somewhere since the beginning they had decided that he was interesting to watch across the obstacle course. There was quite a crowd. He could understand it, a small built obvious teenage was running the course. Alex carefully stood on top of the post he had climbed. Luckily the metal bars were quite thick. He had good balance and knew generally how to tightrope. It would be different as he was on metal but the same logic applied.

He stepped cautiously onto the metal bar, spreading his arms out to balance him self. He looked straight forwards at the post and cautiously moved each foot in front of the other. When he came to where the rope was tied onto the bar he had to slowly step over it, making sure not to catch his foot on the knot. If he did he would tumble and fall down onto the net that the SAS had to catch anyone unlucky enough to fall.

Alex continued this way until he reached the last rope knot. It was close enough for him to swing onto the platform if he had decided to attempt to use the ropes. So Alex crouched down on the bar, clinging onto it with his knees and hands before rolling over so he was upside down. With one hand he grabbed hold of the top of the rope before switching his other hand onto the rope as well. Finally he let go of the metal pole with his ankles. He slid down the rope making sure that he wouldn't end up sliding off the end.

Finally he reached near the bottom of the rope and leant his body side to side until the rope was swinging. Then he launched himself onto the platform, scrambling to stay on. He then scaled down the ladder reaching the ground again. The next obstacle was a narrow beam stretching across a ditch.

He crossed it as quickly as he could. Ensuring to watch where he placed his feet. Alex then hurried to start climbing up the Jacob's ladder. Once he reached the top he found the platform that was up here before crossing over to the wall vault. He grabbed hold of the rope hanging down before abseiling down until he reached the bottom. He let go of the rope before sprinting to where the white line was sprayed. As soon as he crossed it he let out a pant, stopping his movements.

He was honestly exhausted. At this point the crowd disappeared. Alex could've kicked himself. For a spy he sure sucked at blending in. Then again, being his age amongst men he was already standing out just by being there.