Many thanks to xlivilightx, who informed me how to add a new chapter to a story. Plus, i'm really sorry for the late update. I was out of town for a few days, then I had to fix everything with the chapter because i didn't like where it was going at first, then i had a bunch of questions about how to add new chapters...so yeah, i'm sorry. But here you go!

Disclaimer: I own Alex Rider. I'm also a ten foot tall penguin who beat Michael Phelps at the 100m freestyle during the Olympics, and i'm on the verge of solving world hunger and world peace. And whoever thinks that I actually own Alex Rider is about as stupid as the coach who decided to train a ten foot tall penguin for the Olympics. Seriously, i don't own Alex Rider.

"Umm, I d-don't know quite how t-to say this," The head chef stammered, "But we're out of coffee mix, and our next shipment of supplies won't come until next week, so…"

Fox, Snake, and Eagle all heard Wolf's roar, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY COFFEE?" Eagle looked like a kid let loose in a candy shop as he snickered, "Oh boy, this is great!"* Silence reigned for a few seconds before Wolf stormed out of the kitchens with a ferocious scowl set in place.

The other three members of K-unit quickly started towards the mess hall with their leader. They hoped that Cub's shower would end quickly so Wolf wouldn't be too mad at him for being late.

"So Wolf, I was thinking~" Eagle began. Wolf cut him off with an unintelligible snarl and picked up his pace. Snake made sure Wolf couldn't hear before hissing in Eagle's ear, "Don't press Wolf's buttons if you value your life."

Fox overheard this and he muttered, "I'm already starting to think this is a bad idea…" Snake silently agreed, and Eagle was beginning to realize that today could be their last day on Earth. After all, a very pissed off Wolf was never a good thing.

When the three of them entered the mess hall, they saw Tiger from H-unit approaching Wolf who was already getting food. Fox bounded forward in an attempt to save the SAS man's life. But to no avail, Tiger started talking, "Wolf, our units are scheduled to do target practice and hand-to-hand combat today, so I was thinking that we could~"

"Leave. Me. Alone." Wolf snarled slowly and precisely. Since Tiger was a senior soldier to Wolf, he didn't back off, "What, did girlfriend send you a letter saying that she's breaking up with you? Seriously, get your head in the~"

Wolf's fist met Tiger's mouth with a dull thud. Tiger fell flat on his back with a hand clasped to his jaw. Fox skidded to a halt and helped him up as Wolf walked away, "He didn't have his coffee today." He explained apologetically, "And if you and your unit were planning on training with us today, I would recommend the next time."

Tiger stood up and cast a frown in Wolf's direction, "If anyone else had done that, I'd be beating the crap out of them right now. But Wolf…" Fox nodded, "He's a hell of a lot more intimidating than anyone else."

Fox made another apology before running to get his 'food' (seriously, did the chefs purposely drag it through grease and mud?). Snake and Eagle quickly caught up to him and put some 'food' on their plates.

Wolf didn't acknowledge any of them as they sat down at their table. He simply stabbed at his food with unnecessary force and shoveled it into his mouth. Fox, Snake, and Eagle all had the sense to not say anything.

And that in of itself was a miracle because Eagle usually complained long and loud about the food, and Fox was usually bickering with Snake.

A few minutes later, Cub trudged into the mess hall; hair still wet from his shower. When the teen sat down, Wolf growled, "You're late."

"I wasn't about to go all day with mud caked all over my front." Cub replied with a quick glare at Eagle. Wolf didn't notice the look and said dangerously, "Don't let it happen again. Some spy you are if you can't make it from the bathroom to the hut without tripping."

"Some soldier you are if you fall for a prank by those two." Cub retorted and jerked his head towards Fox and Snake. The three other men in K-unit winced in pity for the teen. If Tiger had received a punch, what would Cub get?

That question was promptly answered when Wolf shoved a bowl of mush into Cub's face. None of them honestly knew what the stuff was supposed to be, but it certainly did a good job of finding its way down the collar of Cub's shirt.

Said teen fought to get the nasty stuff out of his mouth with quite a bit of gagging spitting. Fox, Snake, and Eagle couldn't help snickering at him. Even Wolf broke out of his coffee deprived state to smirk.

But the look vanished quickly, and he stormed out of the mess hall.

Cub snatched Eagle's napkin and attempted to wipe the mush out of his blonde hair, "I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea." Fox cast the teen a sympathetic look, "So am I, Cub. So am I."

The first training routine K-unit did was target practice.

They were each given a gun, ordered to dissemble, reassemble, and finally shoot the bulls-eye targets that were each at a good distance away.

Wolf, Fox, Eagle, Snake, and Cub all finished the dissembling and reassembling parts at relatively the same time. The instructor gave his routine glare at Cub (who shot instinctively like Scorpia had taught him, and the man plain didn't like the teen for it) and told them to start shooting the targets.

Fox went first, and he received a 90% bulls-eye rate. Eagle followed, and he received a 95% rate. Snake wasn't the best at shooting, but he still managed to get an 88%. Cub got a 96%, and when he smirked at Eagle for beating him, the SAS soldier made a rude gesture with a certain finger while the instructor wasn't looking.

Finally, it was Wolf's turn.

He stepped up to the mark with his gun in hand and completely unloaded on the targets. His first magazine was quickly emptied, and he grabbed the next and rapid fired again.

When the marks were pulled up, the instructor nodded approvingly, "Ninety-nine percent accuracy. I believe that ranks you the number one shooter here." Wolf simply grunted and went about cleaning his gun.

"Damn," Eagle said in awe, "When did you learn how to aim like that?" Wolf turned a murderous glare on the soldier. Since he still had a gun in hand, Eagle decided it would be best to hid behind Snake until the weapon was put away.

After all, coffee deprived Wolf + gun= trip to the emergency room.

The next training portion was hand-to-hand combat.

The instructor paired them up, and Fox found himself shaking ever-so slightly as Wolf advanced towards him. Jeez, he was a bloody MI6 agent! He'd been shot and he hadn't been nearly as scared as he was now.

Well, humans have a fear instinct for a reason.

Fox tried a quick jab to Wolf's stomach, but the leader's hand lashed out, grabbed Fox's hand, and threw the MI6 operative over his shoulder.

Fox was slammed into the ground; knocking the wind out of his lungs. But before he could react, Wolf grabbed his left arm and twisted it around so Fox was lying on his stomach and feeling like his arm was about to be ripped out of its socket.

"Okay, I think we know who the winner is." The instructor said firmly when Wolf made no moves to get up. Fox groaned as he stood and rubbed his shoulder to restore circulation. He was never ever going to steal his leader's coffee again.

The pairs were mixed up, and soon Wolf and Cub were facing each other.

Having just seen the crap get beaten out of Fox, Cub was much more wary of his opponent. He didn't allow Wolf an opportunity to grab onto a limb and slam him to the ground, and he made sure he kept his center of gravity low.

But Wolf had no such plans to just circle with Cub.

He lunged forward, slammed his weight into the teen, and quickly flipped him around so he was practically sitting on Cub's back.

Alex now knew what it felt like to be hit by a locomotive and to be sat on by an elephant. He fought for breath until the instructor finally noticed that Wolf's fight was already over (since he had to supervise Snake and Eagle's fight first).

Wolf brushed a speck of dirt off his arm, and Cub wheezed as he tried to make sure none of his ribs were broken.

Snake and Eagle also felt the wrath of Wolf, and soon four out of the five members of K-unit were sporting rather large bruises.

Later that day…

"When should we return the coffee mix?" Cub whispered. Snake glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, "Tonight, when the chefs are gone and Wolf is asleep." Fox cast a glare at Eagle, "I hope you're happy. I don't know about you guys, but I'm never doing this again! I thought Wolf was going to rip my arm off and start beating me with it!"

"You think you had it bad?" Cub growled, "Try having an elephant sit on you for a few minutes. I still think he might've bruised a few ribs." Snake cast a quick look of concern at the youngest member and told everyone, "So we'll wait until night. We'll open up the window, someone will go into the kitchen, and then the others will pass the coffee mix inside so the person can put all of it back in its rightful place."

They all nodded at the plan.

Then Eagle frowned and asked, "Who's going to be in the kitchen? If someone happens to go in while the person is inside, then they'll be busted for being out after curfew."

A few seconds of silence went by.

"NOSE GOES!" Fox shouted.

They all whipped their fingers to their faces.

"DAMN IT!" Eagle exclaimed when he poked himself in the eye.

But it was Cub who was last to get his finger to his nose. He groaned, but couldn't help laughing at Eagle; who was muttering strings of curses and had a hand over his left eye.

Cub eased open then kitchen window.

The room was completely deserted, so he climbed inside. He quickly opened up the empty cabinet from which he had taken the coffee mix.

"Psst!" Snake hissed.* Cub quietly went back over to the window and saw that Fox, Snake, and Eagle finished digging up the coffee mix. The three began passing up the containers as quickly as they could.

Alas, Lady Luck just wasn't on their side.

"What are you four doing?" Wolf asked dangerously. They all froze and turned to look at their leader. He could plainly see the hole in the ground with more coffee mix inside, and he could see the pure deer-in-the-headlights look that just added to the fact that they were guilty.

Eagle held out a container, "Merry Christmas?"

Wolf let out a growl like his namesake and told them, "I will give you exactly three seconds to start running."

Fox, Snake, Eagle, and Cub looked at each other in confusion.

"Three."

Was he serious?

"Two."

The four understood and began to scramble away.

"One."

Fox realized that perhaps Wolf wouldn't come after all of them if he had someone to beat up. Acting as fast as he could, Fox tripped Eagle and ran like a thousand angry wolves were after him. That is, a thousand animal and soldier wolves.

Eagle spat dirt out of his mouth and looked up to find that Fox, Snake, and Cub were gone, and that Wolf was bearing down on him.

"Any last words?"

"…want some coffee?"

I dunno, maybe it's just me, but i felt that this chapter wasn't quite up to where it should've been compared to my other stories. Go ahead and inform me if you think so too.

First astrict: If you've ever seen Animal House, then you'll know that Flounder says that line.

Second astrict: Get it? Snake hissing? Like his codename? Ahhh, i crack myself up...