Teaching SAS Style
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Chapter 3
Shit
That was the first and only thought that had crossed Alex's mind since he had stepped in to the gym. He couldn't BELIEVE that of all the SAS soldiers now occupying his school (for a reason eh didn't even know yet) they had chosen the one with the shortest temper to teach a PE class. He knew Wolf hard had the patience to deal with this team members, how was he going to manage 60 teenagers.
"Is something wrong?" Tom asked, wondering why his best friend had stopped.
"Ummmmm," replied Alex, still remembering his short (thankfully) time in Brecon Beacons.
"Alex?" Tom questioned, seeing the vacant look in his friend's eyes.
"That man," Alex started, "he was the leader of my unit in Wales"
"Who," Tom said, pointing, "that one?"
"Don't point!" Alex whispered. "But yeah, that's the one."
Tom snickered, "You're scared of him aren't you?"
"I'm not," Alex protested, knowing perfectly well from the look on his friends face that whatever he said wouldn't make a difference. Once Tom had decided something, he NEVER changed his mind.
"You are! I know it." Tom laughed, "Alex Rider, the spy, the one who faces down terrorists on a monthly basis, is afraid."
Alex grabbed his arm and pulled him towards where the students were gathering. Tom was still laughing.
"Oh shut up!" He whispered to Tom.
"Whatever," Tom replied.
They both looked up as the whistle blew. Alex was sorely tempted to stand at attention, old habits die hard.
The whistle had the opposite effect that Wolf intended it to have. True, it did get all the kids attention, for about a second, but then they just turned around and started talking again.
Wolf was, to say the least, not happy with his assignment. He HATED kids, they were annoying, whiney, and had pimples. They talked too much and always smart assed the authority. He should know, he had been just the same.
Alex cold see the expression growing on Wolf's face and wisely nudged Tom and motioned him to shut up, he had a good idea of what was coming next.
"SHUT UP!" Wolf roared.
The students turned around, quiet for once, with startled expressions on their face. If Alex hadn't been afraid of blowing his cover, he would have laughed out loud at the expression on his class mates faces.
Wolf glared at the students.
"All right, were going to be working hard in this class. No more fun and games. Everyday you will run, and run, and run. When I deem you ready, we will move on and start learning basic self defense. Don't ask me why, just do it. Am I clear?"
The rest of the class looked at each other. Wolf's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Am I CLEAR!"
Seeing that no one was answering, and knowing that would only make Wolf madder, Alex nudged Tom (again) and told him to say "yes sir."
"Yes sir," said Tom clearly and the rest of the class joined in with a choruses of "yes sir".
"Good, you'll be starting with 8 laps around the field, GO!" The class groaned and trotted off to the field, dreading the run.
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"Ow," exclaimed Tom, rubbing his side, "I'm going to have a bruise there mate."
Alex looked around, they were in their 5th lap around and you could already tell who the fit people in his class were. Tom, him, and the rest of the boys on their soccer team were pretty near the front of the group, along with some of the more athletic girls. In the back were the more overweight kids who weren't used to running so much. It's not like they actually did anything in PE, until the SAS came that is.
"By the time were done with this class, your going to have a lot more," Alex wisely predicted.
"What do you think they'll make us do?" Tom asked.
"Beyond what Wolf already said? I have no idea, but I doubt it will be fun."
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The last few stragglers were just pulling in the gym, breathing heavily and gasping for water, when Wolf blew his whistle again.
"Alright, we're going to test your stamina with…" he paused, "push-ups!"
The class groaned again.
"You heard what I said," Wolf growled, "I'm going to give you three minutes to do as many push-ups as you can. When you are done, come up to me; give me your name and the number."
Alex swore softly, how was he going to keep Wolf from recognizing him now?
GUYS, IMPORTANT! I'M REALLY SORRY BUT I HAVE TO GO NOW. I'VE GOT A PRIOR COMMITMENT THAT STARTS AT 6:00. I'M GOING TO GET BACK AT AROUND 9:30 OR 10:00, I'LL TRY AND UPDATE THE LATTER HALF OF THIS CHAPTER THEN. IF I CAN'T THAN I PROMISE IT WILL BE UP BY TOMMOROW.
AGAIN, I APOLOGIZE, I'M REALLY SORRY. I WILL TRY AND GET IT UP TONIGHT.
-A very disheartened author, Casey
