Brecon Beacons, Wales
Wolf scowled at Fox. Fox glared at Snake. Snake cuffed Eagle round the back of the head. Eagle gazed at Wolf in perturbation, a normal look for Eagle's often-quizzical face. K-Unit sat in their Brecon Beacon's training cabin, all in various stages of relaxation. There was a tranquil note to the air of the often crazy-fanatical room.
Earlier that day, Eagle may have responded to the slap from the medic, but instead he grinned like a madman, eyes shining crazily below the short – but still longer than regulation – mop of wavy, dark brown hair. No one quite knew how he had convinced the Sergeant to keep his hair quite that long, but Eagle seemed to always have his ways. Although the man looked like he was on a drug high, truth is he'd just eaten a whole Cadbury's Easter egg that he had kept under a loose floorboard of the cabin.
They dreaded to think how long it had been there, considering it was late February and all.
Wolf, leader of the Unit, laid on his bunk, propped up against the breezeblock wall with his favourite Browning brandished, polishing it obsessively; it was his favourite pastime. There was something peaceful about the long, smooth metallic barrel and the sloping edge that fit so naturally in his hand. It wasn't a gun that he would use in the field, but it most certainly was his favourite.
Snake the medic, sat on the floor leaning against his bunk. A scratched iPod Nano played music through blue earphones quietly whilst he skim read a medical journals' article that a fellow medic had given to him a few weeks back. He'd listened to podcasts very similar and was rather disinterested by the cluttered page of colours and words. He'd been interested in the medical field his entire life; it came naturally. Books and big shot Doctors telling him what to do wasn't his style; nor was sitting down reading through stuff: his minor attention issues made sure of that.
Fox shifted restlessly from the back corner of the chilled room, a well worn, annotated and slightly torn Ancient Architecture book in his hand. Similarly to his units medic he had no interest for books in his own field, which was technical expertise, but he did have a deep interest in architecture; design and the maths behind them especially. This particular book was one he'd carried since a boy, a gift from his father on an early birthday.
Eagle seized the opportunity of his distracted teammates to slip out of the door, silent as a mouse, quickly as a python. His aim? He snuck off to J-Unit's cabin, hoping to steal chocolate from their sharpshooter, like Eagle, Ladybird.
Serenity settled throughout the camp but airy walls and singularly glazed windows allowed greatly for the travel of sound. So when thudding footsteps came close to K-unit's own cabin, it was no surprise, but this didn't prevent the scramble that ensued as they leapt to their feet shoving headphones, pistols and books under pillows allowing just enough time to stand to attention as the footsteps entered their territory.
K-Unit had recognised those footsteps.
The Sergeant's cruel eyes assessed his soldiers as he marched into cabin K, his black leather boots polished to perfection, the sound echoing in the silence.
"At ease men," he barked, pacing in front of them, back like a plank of wood, standing to his fullest (a short 5ft5).
K-Unit stood 'at ease': backs straight, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind them, eyes professionally looking forward.
"In two days, you will be in the reception of the Empire State Building, New York City. Your plane leaves from Gatwick Airport in 8 hours, at 0200. You will leave in the next 30 minutes." He informed them sharply, reciting the words with a bitter edge to his tone.
Sergeant Mears regarded K-Unit as the best, most fearless unit of the SAS. Their need to be near-constantly move, thanks to the attention deficit, gave them an edge in training, the competitiveness they had to be the best and the bond formed pushed them to be the very best. Wolf's anger and stealth, Eagle's precision, humour and lithe movements, Fox's brains and skill and Snake's abilities in the field of healing, persistence and determination formed the best of the best. And only a bit annoying.
"Before any of you start with the question's;" he glanced pointedly at Fox whose face displayed his confusion," I don't know why you have been chosen for this mission; this is the SEAL's territory, but the higher up's of MI6 want you." He barked at them, but he too didn't quite see the point. Or maybe it just proved that his Unit were the best in the world.
Suddenly they heard Eagle's loud voice break through the sharp second's silence. In response, the scowl on Sergeant Mears forehead deepened considerably- Snake swore he saw the cold green eyes roll.
"I also suggest you rein Eagle in. One whisper of a complaint from anyone and your punishment will certainly be severe." He warned them, tone honest and threat deadly.
"Understood?" he shouted.
They chorused 'yes sir' as the men listened in amusement as Eagle continued his shouting; it seemed he was being chased by the members of J-Unit. Wolf nearly snorted, confident in the man's running ability that he wouldn't be caught. Eagle was very fast.
"Am I understood?" he bellowed angrily.
"Yes Sir!" they shouted in reply.
"Good. Inform Eagle and pack lightly. You have 20 minutes." He ordered, saluting.
They saluted in return, and with that, he marched out of the door.