Again, thanks for all the great reviews! They really went up with that last chapter. Lots of you were saying to keep it in Alex's P.O.V so I will, well, apart from the small part at the beginning. Please keep reviewing! It's nice to hear what people think of the story, especially because I never considered myself a 'writer'. I do try to make these chapters as long as possible, but it's hard.
"…We have reason to believe that Agent Daniels has been captured, most likely being tortured for information."
"How was he found out?"
"…I can only assume that Scorpia was waiting for an agent to be sent in ever since they and Alpha joined up, and they have been monitoring Daniels too closely."
"Did he manage to relay any information back to us?"
"…No. But I suppose he must have had something vital if Scorpia decided to capture him now."
"Well, at least we know they are up to something big."
"…What shall we do now? I'm sure Agent Rider will-"
"I believe that Daniels can get himself out. If we send in a rescue unit, it will be too obvious and too risky for him. We will wait."
"…You can't put this off forever. You are placing many lives at risk just for a boy."
"A boy that has saved all our lives countless times and deserves a break."
"…Then why did you send his class to Brecon Beacons? Surely you could have sent them to somewhere else?"
"…Dismissed."
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"Everyone got that timetable? Good."
"Now follow us to the mess hall, this is a glorious place you will come to love." Eagle says, giddy.
Everyone marches towards the mess hall, the class obviously getting their hopes up from Eagle's statement.
"It's also a great place for fights…" I started. "Snake, remember what happened with Lemur?" Let's just say that when I first arrived back here, and before everyone found out who I was, Lemur from C-Unit decided to 'set me straight'. It didn't end well.
Snake chuckled, "Yeah, you put him in the infirmary with a broken arm, fractured ribs and tons of bruises." He paused. "I guess it did serve him right." He continued lightly.
"Bullshit."
We all spun round to seek out the perpetrator, and we were rewarded with a class attempting and failing to hide smirks, and a boy, who was one that said they 'could take me', grinning widely without humour.
Here comes overprotective Wolf.
"What would you know, kid?" Wolf was barley managing to hide his anger; no one insults Cub and gets away with it.
"Yeah, never underestimate the mighty power of little Cub." The boy snarled. Then he pivoted round to face me, "You think you're way better than us just because you're in the army. Well. I've had a bloody tough life and I didn't come here to be pushed around by the likes of you." He finished darkly.
The unit just stood there in a mixture of astonishment, rage and fierce protectiveness. No one they have ever even heard of has had a tougher life than Cub. I was just thinking of this boy. His name was Tony and from what I remember, the only thing wrong with his life was that he was failing English. Of course, in 3 years his parents could have got a divorce, or died, and various other things, but he still seemed fine. So, that ruled out anything really bad. He might possibly be failing other subjects, but that doesn't qualify your life to be 'bloody tough'.So, I took charge.
"How dare you even begin to compare your life to mine? You have no idea what I have been through. Isn't being in the SAS this young a clue to how bloody tough my life has been? Did you think about that? Obviously not. Well, I'll spell it out for you, if you're too incompetent to figure it out yourselves. My parents are dead, my life turned to hell when the last of my relatives died, I was forced to do things that you wouldn't even have a nightmare about doing, and the last person who still loved me was murdered…" My eyes drifted over Tom as I said that last part. One of the last people. " So I was sent here. So don't even think about saying your life is tough. You have no idea." I stated extremely coldly.
The rest of the unit just stared at me in awe, as did the class. Tony just looked about ready to run away. Then, I only just realised that my old, cold mask had slipped into place during that speech. I managed to get rid of it in time to storm off into the woods, away from that mess. As I reached the outskirts, I heard heavy footfall behind me. Wolf. I began to run, all while thinking about what I just did.
Why did I say that? That was possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done! I don't mind handing out personal information as long as it's vague, but I just told them that I was an orphan and about Jack! How could I? Now, even if the class doesn't remember me, Tom most likely will.
But now I think about it, how much more danger can Tom really be in? He has Scorpia and this new organisation on his backs, both too powerful for anyone's good, trying to use him as a trade for me. Would it actually be bad if he did find out? Tom isn't a genius but he is smart enough to figure out something's weird about me…I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. This whole situation is mucked up.
Wolf snapped me out of my thoughts by placing a warm hand on my shoulder. I guess he caught up. He turned me around to face him and rested his left hand on my other shoulder.
"Are you okay? Why did you do that?" He didn't sound angry; he has no reason to be, just concerned and slightly puzzled. Probably because it took a long time to open up to him and I just spewed it all out to the class.
"I don't really know. I-I just got angry and… Tom a-and…'bloody tough'?" I struggled to explain myself when even I couldn't understand why I did it.
Wolf smiled grimly, "At least your right there. I doubt there's anyone in that class who can start to compare to this." He gestured wildly at me. "Come on; let's go back, I would like to see what the rest of them did to that kid." He wheeled us around and took his arms away from me.
"Tom doesn't have an easy life."
"I know, Cub, but you yourself have to admit, it's still easier than yours."
I nodded slowly and figured there was nothing more to say.
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By the time Wolf and I got back, the class was already eating their breakfast in the mess hall, buzzing with excited chatter, mostly about what just happened. I ignored all the stares pointed at me and focused on my plate of…whatever. Even though the unit had sworn to get revenge on Tony and left it at that, Eagle couldn't help but plant a face full of pride on him and speak non-stop about how 'awesome' what I said was.
"Well done Cubby!" A kick in the shins. "Ow. Temper! That kid's face was priceless! He looked just about ready to pee himself in fright of what you would do to him! If you ask me, I would guess he's severely traumatised for life and-"
"Eagle. If you don't shut up right now, I will grab a gun and club your head in with it until you-" Bear began slowly.
"No more death threats, there's enough looming over his head already. Actually, I think the whole camp has at least 2-"Snake attempted to reason.
"I'd say more about 4. Per person." I helped, while Snake nodded enthusiastically in agreement and began again when Wolf finally managed to cut in.
"Shut up. Stop acting like 5 year olds." He ground out.
"What kind of 5 year old fantasises about murder?" Eagle asked, innocently.
Almost instinctively, the units' heads, as one, swivelled round to look at me in answer.
"Hey! I did not fantasise about murder!" Holding my arms in surrender to the units looks. "I merely fantasised about why a UFO was in my uncle's office."
Of course, I had told them all about my little theories of what was up there, so they all chuckled in synchronisation, but a passer-by, one of the beefier boys in the class heard and zoned in on it.
"What kind of idiot thinks a UFO is in an office?" He asked mockingly to his friends. He seemed unfazed by my earlier outburst as I turned and stared at him.
"You'd be surprised." Was my only reply as I stood up, tipped the remnants of what I think was meat off my plate and strolled outside, to wait for everyone to gather for the first training session.
While waiting, all I could think of was revenge. And I found my way to do it. From Bears meaningless threat, ignoring the scary look in his eyes that was too familiar for comfort, still unable to place where, I had a small thought that turned into a sinister idea. I fished the timetable for the next week out of my pocket, and examined it. Tuesday – 2100. Last session. Only 2 days. Perfect.