AN- I do not own Alex rider. Also, I am not from the UK. Therefore, slang may be wrong, if it is right, yay! If wrong, can you please tell me? (This applies to all chapters, this way I don't have to write it every single time) Thanks. Please review! Wow, this chapter is way longer that my other one. Random thought...
I was supposed to meet the soldiers who were supposed to pick me up at the 'bank.' While I waited in the office of a much hated man, a Mr. Alan Blunt, he was looking at papers, and I was stuck waiting. With nothing. Nothing at all. I stared at whatever I saw that was even slightly interesting. After the meeting yesterday, I was told what I would need. I didn't really have to do much. They supplied uniforms. So that was basically a lot off my list see it as they probably wouldn't want to see me in my everyday clothes. I wasn't allowed to bring any electronics or personal objects. Like I would even bring any anyway, the people I get stuck with for god knows how long could be complete bastards. Because the office was so silent, I could faintly hear the elevator across the hall open and footsteps. A couple of seconds later, Mrs. Jones and the soldier entered.
"Alan, this is Wolf of the SAS come to collect Alex." She stated. I snapped my head up, a horrified look on my face. I dared to turn around in my seat. Sure enough, Wolf was there. IT seemed like he was a completely composed soldier until about two seconds ago, when he saw me.
"CUB?!" I just stared back. I wasn't a future- teller, but reasoning shows, that I probably have a good chance of having to train with him. Wonderful. I smiled faintly in reply. I was just too shocked. Out of all the people on this bloody world, he had to be the one.
While completely ignoring both of our surprise, Blunt got up from his table and gave me a file. "This is your timetable. Just ask Wolf if you are confused about anything on it. You will be given further details when you get to the training facility." I took the file, stood up, then turned to Wolf.
"We better get going." Wolf, over the span of a few minutes, had gone from composed, to utterly shocked, then back to composed. He just nodded, hiding his shock well until a more 'appropriate' time for outbursts I guess. We walked outside silently until we got to a jeep.
"WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THE AGENT I'M SUPPOSED TO PICK UP??!!" He shouted. Very well put Wolf. Well, there is only one logical explanation for that.
"Classified." He just glared at me in response.
"What." he said in a deadly serious tone. It didn't affect me one bit.
"I said, classified." I repeated in an equally 'calm' tone as Wolf's. Our little stare-standoff lasted easily five minutes until we had to go. We rode in silence. While I was watching the world fly by, I could tell Wolf was flashing me quick looks, as if I were some enemy hostage.
A few minutes later we arrived at Breacon Beacons and I got my stuff from the back of the truck. We made our way to the sergeant's quarters at a steady pace. No doubt Wolf was still thinking about the fact I was coming back, again. I was still angry at Jones and Blunt for sending me here, again. I knocked on the door then heard a "Come in" emanate from the opposite side of the door. Wolf reached for the door handle before I did then we went to face the sergeant.
Wolf's POV (Back flash to when he is picking Alex up)
There is only one way to describe how I felt right now. Annoyed. Out. Of. My. Bloody. Life. First, I come back from leave because of my stupid bloody gunshot wounds, which, for the record, were the longest months of my life, only to find that I have to do some training all over again. Apparently it was so the unit and I could, "get reacquainted and work out how your wound will affect you and if you need more leave or not." And, to put the cherry on top, I have to pick a stupid MI6 agent today to train with us for a while. JUST BLOODY PERFECT! I hate my life so much right now.
I followed Mrs. Jones… I think…to and office, probably the director's office or something. We walked in and I stared. There, sitting in a chair, was someone who I had not seen in like, nearly a year. Cub.
"Alan, this is Wolf of the SAS come to collect Alex." The lady said. I was still staring, and at this point, he was absolutely shocked just as I was. It was kind of rude, but can you blame me? I haven't seen the kid and forever, and I hated him!
"CUB?!" I shouted, Blunt and Jones seemed unfazed by my sudden outburst. Blunt just walked over to Alex and gave him a file, his timetable I think I heard him say it was. He just turned to me.
"We better get going." He said, in, I have to admit, pretty calm manner. He went from astonished to emotionless so quickly. I tried to compose myself, but to no avail.
"WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THE AGENT I'M SUPPOSED TO PICK UP??!!" There, nice and direct. No elaborating, just ask him. I patiently waited, which was about the hardest thing in the world.
"Classified." He said.
"What." I replied, by voice deadly and laced with venom, but still a pretty calm tone.
"I said, classified." I just stared at him, and he stared back. That lasted for a while till they hurried us out, claiming they had to do important work. We got into the jeep then rode in silence. I occasionally looked in Alex's way, trying to find some sign of emotion, but could find none. He was just staring out the window.
I drove the jeep up the sergeant's quarters and then Alex and I got out. We walked up to the door then I knocked on the door. Time to face the sergeant. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about this, does he?
Another AN- just so you know, I am making my chapters longer so updates won't be as frequent. Maybe every one and a half weeks at minimum. I'm sorry if some of the ideas are highly unoriginal like Alex's aversion to answering questions. I'll get better at this later one, and as a result, will add in a few plot twists if I can. Please reveiw, thanks for reading!
