AN/ Sorry to keep you waiting an extra day, physics homework got in the way of publishing over the weekend. Rest assured I will aim to have this weeks on schedule. I wrote this while heading to Nepal so I'm so honored by the reviews that were left while I was away. I hope this in someway makes up for leaving you lot on a cliff.
The gasp that escaped the original units taciturn exterior soon branched out to all of the seasoned soldiers. While the recruits looked on terrified, save for the few naive idiots who believe themselves to be indestructible. The man, by all rights, was supposed to be six foot under.
Cub turned his head to study this newcomer and - raising most of the others in the units', already high blood pressure even higher- glared at him accusingly. To the SAS men's immense shock; the emotionless killer simply shrugged, apologetically. Intensifying the stares, a few began to search for impromptu weapons ( these recruits were yet to be issued weapons and the actual SAS members were not that stupid.)
Jerking his head expectantly towards the aisle, maintaining constant eye contact, Cub motioned for the assassin to do something. A slight dip of the fair skinned, red haired strangers own head acknowledged the request. Standing with infinite grace and strangling the 'subtle' movements to a halt, the stranger spoke.
"Yes, I am Yassen Geogoverich. No I am not Dead. I am here to train Little..."
Expecting the 'Alex', Cub shot up from his still collapsed position to interject "Cub" in a whispered hiss.
He did not need the rest of the camp knowing his real identity; K-Unit was bad enough. Wether Yassen noticed or not was unclear as he carried on fluently.
"...Cub. You will call me 'Cossack', as long as I'm left alone I will not bother anyone."
He lowered himself down and began to eat as if nothing had happened, while the teenager he sat next to rolled his eyes at the older man's dramatics. Everyone else broke eye contact heading the implied threat. Even the rest of Alex's Unit gave the tutor a wide birth.
At the end of the supposed meal, a runner came by. Informing the six of the Sargent's wish for them to attend his office. No reason was given. Apprehensive, they marched over, wondering why they were summoned.
"There's a US Navy SEAL unit coming our way tomorrow." Sanders fumed, putting his booming parade drill voice to good use. "Wolf, your unit is being assigned to them."
"Sir, Yes Sir!" Wolf barked in response, unwilling to chance anything with the Base Commander's explosive mood.
"Make sure you show them up." The Sargent added, looking pointedly at the youngest spy. Knowing he would source the most embarrassment to the older men if they were going to be upstaged, why not by a kid.
Wolf's earlier reply was chorused out by the assembled group with a smile.
"Good, now get out!"
Saluting hastily, eager to escape the thunderous situation they retreated to the sanctuary of the huts.
Eagle being Eagle, could help but breathlessly bounce, "Hey-Cubby?-are-you-going-to-tease-the-SEALS?" when they got there.
Unbelievably, Cossack let a snigger escape his grim facade at the nickname this alleged elite soldier childishly squealed. Grimacing the more mature teen spy muttered sourly, "Just because Dad picked your name." Before off handedly readdressing the soldier. "Why not?" Ignoring the incredulous sidelong looks from the military men.
"Dad?" Ben questioned, picking up on the normally taboo subject.
Cursing softly at the slip, Alex began searching for an out. A simple explanation. Except, there never was one when Yassen was involved. Snake saw the hesitation and decided that now would be the best time to get a quiet physical in.
"Cub, I need to check those stitches."
A curt "I'm fine," was growled back to the darkening faces around him.
"You were minutes away from being DEAD. Their torture was that close to killing you; if we'd been any later..." Wolf roared in stressed anger.
A quiet, nearly inaudible "Who," was interjected. The effect was paralytic. Yassen's face was devoid of anything but a startlingly blank rage. Radiating all the true danger instilled in him through his profession and all the icy hate that had carried him through Russia.
"I found them, and I left." Cub confessed cryptically. "Three was very understanding about the whole thing." Sarcasm dripped from every word.
Fox physically paled as the dots were joined on the true meaning of the scathing implications. Cossack now looked like the killer he was projected to be; cold and ferocious with no present conscious. Having claimed a handful of the boy's collar, he dragged the unprotesting spy behind him. "You will give him the medical NOW." Not waiting for a reply to the order as he clearly expected Snake to follow, Cossack strode off to the infirmary.
Unashamedly worried it took a reassuring, albeit shaky, push from Fox to convince Snake to follow. "Cub won't let him touch us and Cossack wouldn't hurt Cub, ever." From the files alone Fox was sure of this. He didn't understand it, but he didn't need to. Nodding the medic threw aside his worries for his trust in his Unit's judgement and ran to catch up with the two former enemies.
They stood I front of the jeep expectantly. None of them in a particularly good mood, remains of the previous nights argument and failed interrogation still hung depressingly over the six sullen figures. It didn't help that none of them were morning people and had been woken early to be greeted by the smiling presence of the assault course.
The four hulking figures who rivaled Eagles tall, bulky frame dismounted in frustratingly new fatigues. This detail providing a few unpleasant suggestions in Wolf's mind as he noted the disproving stares that two of his men were receiving.
"I'm Wolf, this is Snake, Fox, Eagle, Cub and Cossack. You're staying with us during your stay."
The welcome was felt far from welcoming, but coming from Wolf, you could hardly say it wasn't from lack of trying. The man naturally came across as a stern, unwelcoming, bastard at the best of times.
"We're Delta, I'm L, that's K,M and N." The obvious leader stated.
"Uh, why do you guys have a kid and a dead Assassin in your unit?" N asked rather arrogantly.
"Your point is?" Cub snarled, more fierce than his name sake was capable of. Eyes narrowing angrily, tired of being bullied and put down by ignorant fools. "I could take you any day."
AN Hello, review, please?