AN/ I'm so sorry this took so long. Its partly my fault, and well...some other peoples fault. So with out further ado I do not own Alex Rider, I own my characters and the chapter is kinda a filler with a ending that just stops. But hey! Read and love.

Alex's sleep didn't last long for a normal teenager, but then again he wasn't normal. His clock read 04:30, and he knew that he would have to be at the dining hall in about an hour. Deciding to stay in the relatively warm bed, Alex grabbed the folders that contained his new teammates' files, at the same time wrapping the thin blanket around him. The information on his team mates was about the same amount as his file.

Agent, Morgan

Codename, Sair

Born, The United States of America 198*

Appearance, 6' even. Blue eyes, Blond hair, Caucasian.

Has been in service for nine years, and is stationed at Langley. Any more information on Agent Sair is restricted; any more information on her placement or division is classified. Clearance level needed, 10/15.

Sair specializes in deception and languages.

It was almost a carbon copy to his, just a few things were changed, though. He hoped he would gleam more information out of the other files. Another question surfaced in his mind, what languages did the woman know? Sighing softly, Alex looked around the sparse cabin. Soft breathing could be heard coming from Sair and Shadow's bunk. They were asleep, and it sound like Ricochet was also a sleep… if the soft whistle meant anything to go by.

Ikan, who Alex knew went to bed later, was now staring at him, eyes opened. Alex was wondering how long he had been awake when it dawned on him that he could sleep with his eyes open, a unexpected surprise. Alex was already thinking of how that talent could be useful. Shaking his head softy as he chuckled, Alex took out the next file: Ikan's.

Agent, Sukarno,

Codename, Ikan

Born, Broneo, Indonesia 197*

Appearance, approximately 6'2". Green eyes, Black hair, Indonesian.

Has been in service for eleven years, currently is in BIN. Any more information on Agent Ikan is prohibited; any more information on him classified. Clearance level needed 15/15.

Ikan specializes in Technology, such as hacking and building gadgets, is above average sword combat.

Had Ikan tried to find out more about him, Alex wondered if Smithers virus had gotten into the man's computer if he did. That would be yet another reason why the man didn't like him. Alex's clock beeped; it was five. Had time pasted that fast? Alex shoved the files away, keeping Ricochet's and Shadow's separate from the rest. He changed and splashed his face with some water. The others were starting to wake, and get ready. Alex looked at his clock again: 05:15.

He went about making his bed neat so he wouldn't get yelled at by the Sergeant. He then picked up the files and put them in his duffel bag, which he promptly shoved under his bed. The clock read 05:20 when Alex was done lacing up his boots. Good. He thought they had given him the same pair as last time, saving him the trouble of breaking them in and getting even more blisters. At 05:25 everyone was ready to go and Alex lead the way to the dining hall.

The white washed room was filled with soldiers. Correction: people who despised him and loved to call him Double O' Nothing, and other vulgar names. The din quieted for a moment and shouts came from the new recruits who hadn't seen him before. His eyes locked with the man he knew as Wolf who looked the same as ever. The man's head had gone up as soon as the door opened, so had X-Rays. Alex switched his gaze from Wolf to X-Ray and tried to mentally tell him to act as though he didn't know him.

His exposure was the last thing on his mind as Wolf slammed him back up against the door. Man! He forgot how quick the man was when it came to fighting. Alex decided that the smartest thing to do was wait and see what Wolf wanted to tell him. Alex took a moment to breath and focus on what he was hearing. Whispers where going through the hall, some men were yelling at Wolf to go ahead and beat the guts out of him; Alex hoped the man would not.

Time seemed to stretch until Wolf finally spoke.

"You shouldn't have killed Grief and then make a statement like, 'I sleighed him'! What do you think you're doing? This is a world for adults! Not bloody schoolchildren damn it, and to think I took several bullets for you!" Seeing as the man vented most of his rage Alex dared himself to speak.

"I did kill Grief, furthermore, I'm not upset about it seeing as he tried to dissec- kill me." Alex quickly corrected himself. They didn't need to know every little gruesome bit.

"Besides the man was absolutely bonkers, I couldn't just let him fly away!" Wolf let out a sigh in frustration and dropped Alex. Alex then calmly sorted out his uniform; he couldn't have the Sergeant yelling at him for a wrinkled uniform before he did any exercises. The dining hall went back to its normal level of conversation after Wolf sat down. Alex went and got food, his unit trailed him. Not saying anything about his 'reunion' with Wolf.

He set his tray down at K-Unit's table and heaved the mashed…something into his mouth. In between bites, he made introductions.

"This is K-Unit, my former unit when I was here last year for a fortnight." Alex briefly gave a small smile at the use of a Shakespearean word. His English teacher would be proud. He pointed to each members of the unit until he got to X-Ray.

"And X-Ray." Wolf looked up suddenly, Alex cursed mentally in Russian, they never told him X-Ray's name, and he just gave away that he already knew. Oh well the 'milk' already spilled, and there was nothing he could do now.

"X-Ray, you can just call me Devil". The man smiled and nodded.

"Long time no see, eh? I know I said this before, but I'm really sorry about the whole minefield thing, and about…" Alex could tell that he had been about to say Ash, but the man held his tongue when he remembered that they had company. The Australian continued.

"Anyways, I've heard some great stories over the years about you! Based off of what I know about you. I almost believe them!" He started chuckling, when he realized both K-Unit and Alex's teammates were staring at him.

"Um, so…do you know what you are going to be training in?" Alex shook his head no, and voiced.

"The Sergeant said something about five different groups?" X-Ray nodded yes and continued to explain.

"Yes, there are five different fields in which SAS units can learn, we K- Unit are experts in Air Troop which involves free fall parachuting, High Altitude-Low Opening (HALO) and High Altitude-High Opening (HAHO) techniques. There are others also, like a Boat Troop that specializes maritime skills using scuba diving, kayaks and Rigid-hulled inflatable boats. There are three other ones that I can explain, basically each one of you are going into a group to learn their skills for a week. Then, the next week is all about sharing information and trying to work together as a team."

Alex nodded; it made sense get everyone to learn something new and then teach it to the other members. Alex would also have to remember to ask his instructor to tell him the other ones. His watched beeped again 06:00 it was time to start training... with K-Unit.

Oh what a blast this was going to be.

The two units walked towards the assault course that seemed to be longer than it had been two years ago. Two years ago Alex had gotten his time down to... what? Fifteen... seventeen minutes? Anyway, K-Unit was convinced he could do it in fourteen. Alex would have to agree, the chase across Tokyo's roof tops was way more challenging than this looked.

Oh, how wrong he was; he had forgotten the mud. It seemed to get heavier every time he jumped, and his progress seemed to be slow. If this was real, he would be dead. So, in the last half of the course, he gave it his all. He ran and jumped, just like he would if he was running for his life. The change was drastic. He felt his adrenalin level rise, and things seemed to move more slowly, but he knew he was just moving faster. In the middle of climbing up a cargo net, Alex thought it would be a much better course if they sent something after you that you had to avoid.

Yet, apparently the SAS men hadn't thought that, so Alex had to think up some of his own Scorpia assassins where running after him. His time result was thirteen minutes and forty seconds. He could have cut that down almost a minute if he acted sooner. Sighing, he set off on a 'cool off' jog around the man-made lake that the SAS men used to swim in. The lake was a minute or two run for him, and when he got back he noticed that Ricochet was on the course at the moment, struggling to get up a smooth wooden wall.

He dropped to the ground and started his push-ups, Wolf was timing how many he could do in a minute. Alex kept it rather simple doing one a second. He knew it was better than most kids his age.

I know I didn't leave you a cliffy but...review and tell me what you thought. This chapter was about 1,600 words...Thank you Sklaar Wolf for editing.

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