A/N – Sorry it's been awhile, holidays make things go crazy!

Nothing was ever easy and nothing was EVER as it seemed; that was something Sean learned a long time prior. Despite being 'Harm', Sean had definitely run into some hang-ups in getting what he needed. It reminded him that looking alike despite different personalities would always attach him to his brother and his brother to him.

Webb had afforded him quite a few necessary implements to get what he needed, which was any information that had been stored in the computer. Sean was no computer expert, so he promptly started sending files through to 'Texas' (as he liked to think of her) through Webb's satellite uplink. Did he particularly care that the nosy Special Assistant was likely tapping right into it? No, because at the end of the day Webb could take some of the glory if they got the job done, that wasn't why Sean was doing this job.

In fact, nothing with Sean was ever about glory. It was always about pushing himself, testing himself, but never about ego. As he waited for the files to go through and for some response, that's where his mind drifted.

(FLASHBACK)

Sean spent a lot of quality time with that heavy bag, but it was rarely for something like boxing technique. Apparently that was the thing at the Academy. Annual brigade boxing tournament. No ranks in the ring. As if it would really make Sean feel better to show some power-hungry upperclassmen that the real power didn't come from rank. It wouldn't, and he honestly didn't much care. However, his fellow plebes had convinced him that he could at least do it for them. Seriously, that was exactly the way they had put it: 'Take one for the team, Sean-o!' and 'It'll make the year all worth it!' It would be a challenge; something different to do to see if he could go from martial arts to boxing.

Now, he wasn't the only plebe with a desire to see this boxing tournament through, but he was likely the only one that wasn't going to end up a completely bloodied mess.

Between now and then, he really needed to segway his martial arts training into something useful in the boxing ring…aside from the fact that he could take a few hits. Which was why he'd asked his brother to meet him here. Met him here fifteen minutes ago. If one thing was going to butcher Harm in the Navy, it was punctuality. Not that he had to be on time for his plebe brother anyway.

"Hey, Seany, sorry I was studying with Schonke."

Putting both his hands on the bag to stop it, he turned to see a goofy grin on his brother's face.

"Uh huh…" Of course he was. Studying. Because Harm was just the glowing beacon of studiousness.

"What?"

"Studying what exactly?" Sean tested.

"Well…I was helping her with Calculus…"

Snorting Sean rolled his eyes, "Yes, because I have to help you with Calculus, and I'm supposed to believe that?"

Harm frowned, he was never that great of a liar. This was exactly what he got for having a weird brother. The sort of brother that was two years younger and graduated high school the same year he did. Thankfully the age difference at least prevented him from having to deal with his brother being in the same year as him at the Academy, because really this was enough. They shared enough classes as it was considering Sean had two years before coming to make his already swollen brain even more swollen.

"You are NEVER going to let me forget that one assignment, are you?" He finally said. "And she's still a class below than me, I think I have that stuff mastered."

"You never let me forget a thing," Sean challenged back.

"Ahh…so that's a no?"

Sean chuckled a bit and shook his head, "That's a no," he affirmed.

"What do you want anyway," Harm asked, running a hand through his black hair and then leaning his tall frame against the wall.

"Not obvious? I want you to help me. You've been doing this two years already," he said, tapping the bag with a gloved hand.

"You want my help?"

Smiling slightly, Sean put on his best 'pretty please' face and said, "Yes, sir." Which promptly caused Harm to huff and snort, his face screwing up a bit in a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Keeter and I are training together."

Sean raised an eyebrow, "Which means?"

"Which means I can't."

"You mean you won't. Well guess I'll have to do it myself."

"Sean, geez, don't take it like that. It's just…well you'll be in one of our weight classes, there is no way you'll drop enough weight to fall below us. It would be silly to train together to fight each other."

"That's no lie," Sean agreed about the weight. When you capped in at 3% bodyfat that didn't leave much wiggle room, and there was no way he was dropping muscle mass just so that he didn't step on Keeter's toes (or Harm's either). "Not like you haven't fought against me before…"

They were brothers, they'd fought all the time. They still fought all the time during leave.

"I can't. Anyway, not like you won't be perfectly fine. Get a book or something." Then his face lit up with a brilliantly snarky idea, "Why don't you ask Shides to train you, after all you are his favorite!"

(END FLASHBACK)

Sean snorted remembering that comment which had gotten the two of them into it. Good thing Harm was enough of a brother not to turn him in for decking him, because really he'd asked for it. They'd chalked their blood and bruises up to training and went on their merry way when Shides had come along. It nearly made up for the fact that his brother dearest had suggested he ask a man that severely disliked him to help him train.

He was jolted back to reality by the text to his satellite phone.

"Got it. Clear and let's meet. Multiple targets, I've sent the info out."

Getting up, Sean grabbed his bag and tossed what he'd found and needed to bring back to get analyzed into it. He looked at his watch. Harm should be calling him within the next few hours.

It looked like that man he'd taken out was only one small piece of a much bigger plan, at least that's what Texas' message told him. That and dead men kept some interesting things in their room.

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