The silence in the make shift Barracks Wolf's K-Unit was placed into screamed 'tension'. Away from prying eyes and left to dwell on what should have been impossible; their worry and annoyance had filtered it's way to the surface. Just as liquefaction bubbled through after disastrous tears in the earth. Digging up memories that still stirred within the soldiers.
There had been a grace period of such during Cub's last few days in America with the Pleasures before the CIA began meddling. Having adapted to a life without Jack and mourned until it was no longer possible, he was able to function at school with a relatively normal amount of teenage homicidal urges. Alex could now almost manage a full night of sleep without flashbacks and vomiting.
The ward had finally admitted what Blunt had known all along. He was meant to be a spy and not meant to be normal. A little encouragement on Sabina's behalf prompted the youth to ensure he took care to stay sane while committing himself to an insane life. So when MI6 came calling for him at the end of the month, he was willing ~unpatriotic all the same~ And cooperative. With Blunt shifted to a liaising role between '5 and '6 as he phased out into full retirement, headquarters even started to become enjoyable for the teen.
Fox had begun to wonder if the progress that had had been made since leaving America was huge. This 'trip' could be about to ruin all of the ground his brother had made, especially when Ian Rider was the cause of it. The bitterness of his thoughts radiated out to everyone present, serving only to add to the strained atmosphere.
So far, Cub's absence wasn't helping matters in the physical world either. The SEALs were panicked and grating on Wolf's as well as Eagle's frayed nerves. The mouthy teen would have been a pleasant distraction and possibly the source of their answers. (They'd known the kid for long enough now to know when things started to get crazy, the voice of experience practically yelling at them 'Cub knows!') So both Snake and Fox had their hands full in preventing an all out war.
Having guided Cub off the top of the assault course, Cossack found that not only was he truly Hunter's son, but Helen's too. The fire of hatred she held for authority figures must have transferred to her only child, as he witnessed an impressive linguistics display of swearing all targeted at Jones. He couldn't help but laugh at how well the Teenage spy's angst could translate both of his parent's personalities- without having met them. Yassen promptly received a cuff round the head from the Son in question in rebuttal. Containing his laughter he simply nodded to himself; he was deffinantly Helen's boy.
AN; my deepest apologies, this is late and short simply due to writers block. Please vote on the poll and review. Any comments are welcome like always, I hope this at least explains a bit more of what is emotionally going on...
