Teaching SAS Style

Sorry, sorry. I know this is late. Gomen, gomen. Lo siento, lo siento.

Well, here it is enjoy.

I would like to say this book takes place after Snakehead.

This chapter is dedicated to Timon x3, thank you so much for your PM, it meant a lot to me and I am glad we share similar interests!

Disclaimer: I do not (unfortunately) own Alex Rider, all rights go to the fantabulous author (whom I am NOT)

Chapter 3 and ½

Tom collapsed beside Alex once their three minutes were up.

I hate push-ups," he spat with venom.

Alex smiled, "How many did you do?" He asked.

"70, and my arms are killing me," he smiled thinly, "thank God we do these in soccer warm-ups or I would have died."

Alex's smile wavered as he remembered his almost forgotten position on the squad. He was technically a part of the team, but since he'd been away from school some of the other kids had been attempting to usurp his position. He sighed, that was what his life had come to. Damn MI6.

But he was back now, and he had been attending practices for the past week. At least coach was glad to see him back.

"How many did the rest of the squad do?" Alex asked his friend.

"I dunno, between 60 and 85ish, I think" Tom said vaguely. "Why?"

"Doesn't matter," Alex replied. "Why don't you go and tell Wolf your name and how many you did, and while you're up there, could you give him my name and tell him I did 80?" Alex could have done more than 80 push-ups, but he didn't want to stand out now, not when K-Unit, Wolf in particular, could spot him. But if Tom agreed, he wouldn't have to talk face to face with Wolf, which was good. That was one confrontation that he didn't want to have.

"Why can't you do it, mate?" Tom whined.

"Because," Alex hissed, "I still don't want him to see me."

Tom sighed, "Fine, but you owe me."

"Whatever you say," said Alex.

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Wolf stood impatiently in front of the group of the brats collapsed on the mats they had used, marking down their names and the number of push-ups completed. This information would be used to break them into groups based on ability, which made it easier to teach.

He heard someone come up behind him, but didn't change his posture. He knew it was a kid, the footsteps were to light and timid to be an adults. It was only when he heard the kid say excusing me that he turned around and acknowledged his existence.

"Um, sir," he said, "I'm Tom Harris and I did 70."

He grunted and acknowledgement and wrote it down on his clip board, but the kid didn't leave.

"Is there something else you want?" Wolf asked, biting down on his irritation.

"Yes sir, my friend Alex Rider over there," Tom waved in Alex's general direction, "did 80."

Wolf grunted again and the boy, Tom, went back to his friend. Wolf noted the kid next to him and decided he must be Alex. There was something about that head of blonde hair that seemed vaguely familiar to Wolf. The boy, Alex, turned to his friend and as Wolf saw his profile he decided he had defiantly seen the kid before, but he couldn't remember where.

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"Wow," Tom exclaimed, "I'm knackered."

For once Alex had to agree him. That had to be the longest day of his life.

"Well," continued Tom, "at least it's over and we can go home."

"Yeah," said Alex.

"Do you think you might be up to seeing a movie tonight?" Tom asked.

Alex sighed, "I'm sorry mate, I still have to make up that English essay you had while you were away."

"Ouch, I'm sorry mate. Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Tom waved and headed off towards his home.

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"That had to have been the longest day in my life," Wasp complained to the units that had gathered in the teachers lounge. The rest of the units agreed.

"What's so special about this school," grunted Bear. "It's not like they are hiding a bomb or anything."

"What do you think Wolf?" Snake asked to his teammate, who was being unusually quiet.

"Huh?" He said, snapping out of his revere. He'd been trying to remember where he'd seen the kid, Alex.

"You're being very quiet," Eagle said.

"So what?" Wolf glared at him.

"Well, I expected you to bitch about it at least a little bit," Eagle said smiling, "it wouldn't be fun else wise."

Wolf's eyes narrowed, but then relaxed as he again tried to remember who Alex was.

"Hey," he said, "what if we're here to protect a kid or a teacher, not a thing, but a person."

"But there's no one here but bratty kids and annoying teachers," grumbled Wasp, "none of them are worth protecting."

But the rest of the group stayed quiet as they contemplated Wolf's idea.

"I guess it holds some merit," Bear said, "what made you think of it?"

Wolf shrugged.

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All the other units had left but K-unit who was still in the lounge, thinking about the reason they were in this godforsaken school.

"Hey," Wolf spoke up, "have any of you heard of a kid named Alex Rider?"

Fox's head snapped up, "Alex who?" He asked slowly.

"Rider, Alex Rider," Wolf repeated.

"Why?" Asked Eagle.

"Well," said Wolf slowly, "there was this kid named Alex Rider in my PE class and, I dunno, he looked familiar so I was wondering if anyone knew him."

Fox smiled, he had put the pieces together and figured out the true reason they were there. Then his smile faded, something serious must have come up for Alan Blunt to order 5 SAS units to protect the teenage spy. It was especially serious because it seemed like Blunt didn't normally care what happened to Alex.

"I don't know a kid with that name," said Snake.

"Me either," said Eagle. They both turned and looked at Ben, who looked like he was seriously thinking about something.

"I think," Ben said slowly, a smile forming on his mouth, "that we should call this Alex Rider down to the office tomorrow, and then we will know for sure."

Eagle jumped up and down, "That's a great idea! I'm so excited now!"

The rest of the unit rolled their eyes, but Wolf seemed pleased. Not knowing who this kid was had been bugging him since class, and now he would finally find out why Rider seemed familiar.

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