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Chapter 6
Alex was surprisingly ignored during most of the long and painful bus ride. He told himself that he was relieved at their lack of attention, denying the underlying feeling of loneliness. He let himself doze during the long ride, knowing that sleep wouldn't come often or soundly where he was headed. Though he'd originally thought he wouldn't be able to get any sleep on the loud, bumpy bus, he was exhausted and sore from the long day. Perhaps, not so surprisingly then, he slept rather soundly during their night-long travel.
Finally nearing the end of the journey, Alex was wide awake and studying the plain landscape out the window. He played back what had been announced on the bus, only half an hour ago.
'Can I have your attention, please?' The agent that spoke, finally got all of the teens' attention. He continued, 'Now listen up, in about an hour and a half we'll arrive at the military training camp.' Whispers and even a coupe of squeals of excitement were heard throughout the bus. Although the attack had happened only the day before, just about everyone seemed to have forgotten the danger and was excited to be going to a secret training camp. Alex mentally sighed at the immaturity. Once again the agent waited impatiently until he had everyone's attention, before he continued, 'You will train at the camp for three weeks, under the supervision of two of our best units. They are noted by letter, so half of you will be with K-Unit, the other half with D-Unit.'
Of course. Alex almost groaned as he thought back on the announcement. He figured he would be with K-Unit again. He still hadn't exactly made amends with the K-Unit, other than Ben. So this should be a very… interesting reunion.
Alex sat up straight as he noticed the bus slowing down. He glanced back out the window as they came to a stop. Near where the bus had pulled up, with fierce expressions on their faces, stood eight men, separated into two groups of four. Each man was carrying a duffle bag. Here we go again! thought Alex, while the agent motioned for everyone to get off the bus. As each teen got off, they were handed a sandwich and bottle of water, then directed to head over to the eight men. The students took the sandwich greedily; hungry from the long trip, but Alex just stuffed it into his pocket. He would eat it later when he was hungry; he didn't feel like he could stomach anything right at the moment.
Alex, the last to get off, moved quietly over to stand with the group. Warily, he stared at the men before him. They were glaring fiercely at the teens standing toward the front, talking loudly and practically inhaling their meal. They hadn't yet noticed Alex, standing quietly at the back. After a few minutes, the SAS men seemed to have had enough of the adolescents.
"Listen up!" Wolf growled. Most of the students didn't notice that Wolf had said anything and continued with their conversations.
"That's enough!" Wolf bellowed toward the group. Complete silence blew through the crowd. All eyes focused resolutely on Wolf now.
"When I speak- you don't. Clear?!"
"Yes, si—!" Alex abruptly cut himself off. He hadn't meant to answer like that, it was automatic. Most of the teens had merely nodded their head or whispered quiet noises of agreement. They all stared at Alex and then back to Wolf. Wolf heard the reply and looked around to find out who had said it. His eyes finally rested on Alex.
The spy in him noticed the subtle hints of shock and confusion in Wolf's eyes when he recognized Alex. The SAS man recovered quickly, no one else having noticed his reaction. Alex alone had been witness of his lapse in control.
"Boy! What's your name?"
"Alex Rider, sir."
"As you can see, Mr. Rider knows how to speak to authority. When I ask a question, I want a 'Yes, sir' or a 'No, sir.' If you have any serious problem you come see me, Lynx, or the agent that will be staying with us. But don't go whining on every time you get a sliver, or bump your toe being clumsy." Lynx had nodded at his name, and the agent that was mentioned walked to the front with a piece of paper in hand.
"Right, when I call out your name, I want you to go and stand over by D-Unit." The agent instructed, and began to list off the names.
"Clay, Felix, Jackson, Jessie, Lucy, Kendall Amber, Brice, Eli, and Sherman. If I didn't call your name, go stand with K-Unit." The group of teens split and went to stand in their designated areas. All the units set down their duffle bags and swiftly opened them.
"Line up to collect your uniform! You are to wear your issued uniforms every day. Only take them off if you have free time in your bunks. Do I make myself clear?" Lynx and Wolf started passing out uniforms they'd got from the duffels. When it was Alex's turn, he collected his uniform without making eye contact with anyone. He unfolded the material and started to put the uniform over his clothes. Everyone was looking around to see what to do with the bundle and, when they spotted Alex putting his on, they decided to follow his lead. He dressed without any trouble, and when he realized what he'd done and saw that everyone else had problems, he chastised himself for the lack of attention.
"Nice job, Ride." Wolf called, taking note that Alex was the only one that didn't have problems.
"Rider." Alex mumbled under his breath. But Wolf had caught it somehow.
"What did you say, kid?"
"Rider, Sir! My last name is Rider." He answered emotionlessly.
"Well Rider, that little outburst of yours just cost you about two miles more when we jog camp carrying our things. If you say anything else that isn't necessary, then you'll get the privilege of carrying my bag on your lovely twelve mile jog." Alex felt anger rise up inside him, but didn't speak out again. Wolf smirked at him and then stepped back to speak to the now fully-uniformed teen group.
"As Mr. Rider was just told, you all are going to jog back to camp carrying your things. I would recommend going through your belongings now and leaving behind anything you don't think is truly necessary. This is a ten-mile jog. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir, yes sir!" replied a few teens that had found their voice for once. Others just mumbled their yes sirs or just nodded their head.
"Good enough. D-Unit and the rest of K-Unit will lead you back to camp. Rider- you're with me." All eyes were on Alex. There were a few faces of sympathy, but most were smirking. Alex mentally sighed, and rephrased his assessment from the day before. This is going to be an endlessly long three weeks.