As the night quickly progressed, Alex began applying the skills he learned throughout the years. Hacking, undercover, languages, accents, reflexes and of course the luck of the devil. Working as an official agent certainly came with amazing benefits, Alex mused.

Extra training was certainly beneficial, it didn't make the SAS men like him much better, but oh well. You can only ask for so much right? At least he and K-unit got along better. After all, you can only hate a kid so many times until you warm up to him.

Sighing, the spy sank down into the pillows. He looked up at the ceiling, so much like the one at Ian's house.

Ian…Alex chuckled to himself. He did start up this mess, at least he had the heart to train Alex to adapt to situations easily. He missed that guy. Even though he didn't know Ian very well, he still lived with him almost his whole life.

Feeling a sudden tightness in his throat, Alex chocked back a sob. Ian, his uncle his guardian. Jack, his cheerful and caring housekeeper and closest family. Tom, the always joking and carefree friend he had to leave behind to protect. Sabrina, the girl who gave him a home and yet, he left her behind.

From the moment he woke up in the hospital after killing Julia Rothman before Ark Angel, he knew what had happened. Reflecting back to the moment in that horrible hospital, a tear slid down his cheek. He remembered his anguished yells and screams of realization. That horrible moment of clarity, that disheartening, depressing horrible truth. The solid fact of knowing. Knowing that he was forever tangled in the mess of the military intelligence.

"It doesn't matter anymore" Alex mumbled to himself. "Those days are over. I can now freely be an agent. An agent, but with a family." Warm caring faces flashed across his mind. Ben, Wolf, Eagle, Snake. They all care. With that comforting thought, Alex pulled the covers over himself, and fell asleep.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Day 1 – 0500hrs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Alex woke up right at the crack of dawn. Drowsily, he yawned and stretched as he sat up in his bed. He quickly got out of bed (a bit unwillingly, he was a teenager after all) and changed into workout clothes for his morning routine.

He grinned as he remembered that one time he didn't do it, he never knew how terrifying Eagle and Snake could be. When they found out, it involved chocolate, 100lb of weights and a run through the oh-so-amazing assault course. It wasn't a fun experience for Alex.

48, 49 50! Quickly finishing the workout, he took a shower and planned devilishly for his first day.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Day 1 – 0630hrs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Zachary Goode laughed as Grant Newman told another story of him attempting (and failing) to pick up girls. "Then she told me to beat it. I laughed it off at first then I dearly regretted my decision to flirt with her. I didn't know she had three overprotective big brothers." He grimaced. "It wasn't pretty. I don't think that I could show my face at that coffee shop again."

Jonas Abrams suddenly perked up "Hey guys, who's that dork?" he said pointing to the entrance of the center hall.

Standing there, was a boy, around sixteen years old, looking nervously around.

Zack quickly narrowed his eyes, as did Grant and Nickolas Byrne. Black hair, about my height. Carrying a laptop and books. Brown eyes, average build. Glasses, looks to be in the research and development course rather than field agent like Jonas. Looks harmless. With the conclusion set Zach relaxed and turned back to his friends.

"Guys… I don't think I've seen him around before." Said Nick cautiously.

Turning to Jonas Grant asked "Is he in your research and development class? He hasn't shown up at CoveOPs, P&E or shooting."

"First of all, I'm in your CoveOPs class. It's my elective idiot. Secondly, nope. He's not in computing or research and development." Jonas groaned.

"Maybe he's a transfer student?" Nick suggested.

"Possibly… We'll find out later anyway. Did any of you get chosen to go to the Gallagher challenge? I can't wait to see my Gallagher girl again. Any girls you guys like from the last time we tailed them?" Zack asked.

"100 students got chosen so I bet you my life we made it in. If not, I'd be happy to jump off a cliff. Naked. With glitter all over me. Singing pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. With mud in my hair."

Nick let out an over exaggerated gasp. "You sure about that Grantie? You're actually willing to do that? To your beautiful perfect amazing hair? I'll be glad to go and grab the mud now if you like."

Grant shot a glare at Nick but continued on "I would like to see Duchess one more time. She was a walking goddess."

"Nope! That would be my dear peacock! Now she is the definition of beauty." Nick said jokingly. "And how about our dear little Jonas? Does he have a little crush?"

Jonas's face immediately turned beet red. "N-no! I don't have a crush!" He protested.

"Dude! We were trained as assa- *ahem* spies! We can tell when one is lying! Now spill!" said Zach as he joined in on the teasing. "Is it Bookworm?"

If possible, Jonas flushed an even deeper shade of red, "Sh-shut up…"

The boys laughed at the poor research and development student.

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Alex's glasses glinted dangerously. He smirked as he watched the three tease Jonas. Yep. This was going to be easy. They didn't even suspect me. The CoveOPs crash course paid off.

A lock of black hair fell in front of his glasses, blocking his vision.

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DARN BLACK HAIR!