A New Identity
I cannot believe what I have done. It is unforgivable! I haven't updated in six days, when I said I was on an every-three-days basis! I am soooo sorry!
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melissahengg- Yeah, me, too. But, this is one of my first two fics (I started practically at the same time), so I'm not that good at that yet. However, my chapters are getting longer and better (I think!)
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And now, on with the chapter!
Chapter Six: Joining the SAS
Alex's POV:
I had driven up to Brecon Beacons that morning. My leg was completely healed, with just a few twinges of pain every now and again. I had dyed my hair black, and was wearing blue contacts. Just then, I heard the sergeant call my fake name, "Matthew Hammond!"
I leapt to my feet, glancing around. Besides me, there were three other men still waiting. I walked into the sergeant's office.
"Matthew Hammond?" He asked, looking at me scrutinizingly. I nodded, "Yes, sir." He nodded back approvingly.
"From now on, soldier, you're name will be Jaguar*. I'm putting you into D-Unit. Here's your schedule." Then he got to the yelling part of his little speech. "NOW, you may be the youngest here, but I will NOT go easy on you. If you make a mistake, you'll be binned. If you complain, you'll be binned. If you cry, you'll be binned. If you don't make it, you'll be binned. If you mess up in any way, you'll be binned. NOW GET OUT!" He barked at me.
"Yes, sir." I replied. I mean, really, I've faced far worse than an old sergeant yelling at me. But then, he didn't know that.
Once outside, my face didn't let on anything that had happened inside, but really, on the inside, I was jumping with joy. The sergeant hadn't recognized me, I was in.
A small smile crept over my lips as I jogged towards D-Unit's cabin, my pack slung over my shoulder. I slowed to a stop outside the cabin that read 'D-Unit'. The door opened with out a sound, and I slipped inside.
Three men were sitting on their cots, talking. None of them looked up. They obviously didn't even know I was here.
Cobra's POV:
My name is Brandon Thomas. My codename is Cobra. I am 25 years old. I am D-Unit's medic. I have brown hair and eyes, and am what you would say 'tall and gangly, but with muscles'. Right now, my unitmates and I are discussing our fourth and last unitmate.
"When do you think he'll get here?" Lion, our leader, asked. He was of average height with blond hair, green eyes, and plenty of muscle.
"Shouldn't he have gotten here by now?" Monkey, our electronics and communications specialist and the joker of the unit, and I shrugged. Monkey was tall and lean with brown hair and hazel eyes.
"I could go see where he is." I offered, standing up as they both nodded. I turned around, and...
I shrieked, I mean, who wouldn't, when there was someone standing right in front of you, so close you couldn't shoot? He smirked as I inspected him a bit more closely. He had jet black hair, curly and unruly, and bright blue eyes. He had a nice tan, and was of medium height (shorter than all of us, but he looked younger) and lean. He seemed to be putting a bit more weight on his right leg than normal, but he could have been injured. His face was completely empty of emotion, but you could see in his eyes that he had been through a lot. All in all, you could tell that he was the type of guy who picked up girls like there was no tomorrow.
I felt Lion and Monkey move to my side, Lion taking the middle as leader. "Who're you?" Lion demanded. The man replied, "Jaguar."
"Are you-" I began. "Your fourth unitmate?" He asked, "Yes."
"How old are you?" Monkey asked. "Eighteen." He replied. "But don't underestimate me, I joined the army at sixteen, I'm an excellent shot, and I'm a black belt in karate."
We all gaped at him. "How'd you join at so young an age? Surely your parents would've thrown a fit." I remarked.
"They're dead. Died in a hit and run accident, in a car, when I was four. The doctors said it was only my size and luck that kept me alive." We all stared, but then Monkey broke the silence, saying, "Er, I'm Monkey, the electronics and communications specialist, that's Cobra, he's the medic, and that's Lion, our leader. Is it okay if we call you Jag?"
Jaguar looked at him, and then replied, "It's not like a have a choice, do I?"
Once again, we stare at him, shocked. "What do you mean you don't have a choice? Of course you do." I said. This time, it was Jaguar's turn to be shocked. "Really? Well, I guess it's okay."
"Great! Monkey exclaimed.
A few minutes later, "Great, another Tom." Jag muttered, glaring openly at Monkey, who wouldn't be quiet. Monkey just grinned at him and giggled. Giggled! An SAS man shouldn't giggle!
"Er, Monkey?" Jag asked, "Did you just giggle?"
"NO!" Monkey screeched.
Approximately one minute seventeen point two seconds later, "Hey! Give me my candy back!" Monkey yelled, running after Lion, who had grabbed Monkey's candy and begun to run around the cabin.
"Hey! Lion! I'm open!" Jag called out. Lion tossed the candy over Monkey, who leapt and missed, to Jag, who tossed it back when Monkey charged him. Then I decided to join in the fun.
"I'm over here!" I yelled, stretching out my hands to Jag, who had the candy again. Jag tossed it to me, and I vaguely noticed that it was a Milky Way** before sending it back on its way Lion. Pretty soon we had a 3-way Monkey-in-the-Middle going. Literally! I realized.
"Hey guys! We have a literal Monkey-in-the-Middle game going!" I yelled out. Jag and Lion burst out laughing and Monkey started screeching, making monkey noises.
Alex/Cub/Matthew/Jaguar/Jag/whatever you wanna call him's POV:
As I laughed at Cobra's statement, I realized that, for the first time since Jack died, I was happy.
YAY! I'm really hyper right now, but not on candy or caffeine! It's because I just wrote my longest chapter yet! 'does little victory dance'
Back to being serious: Okay, as some of you may be noting, Alex would not normally be acting this way. However, I really think that he deserves a break from being so depressing, so here is the new, happy, and improved Alex Rider.
* I have noted that a lot of people are using this, and I loved it so much that I decided to use it, too. To those of you have used it, please take this as a compliment! :)
** Not sure if they have these in London, but, yeah...
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