Chapter 11
What happened next, I was not expecting.
Wolf stared at me for a minute, seeming to contemplate the idea in his head before suddenly punching me.
Really hard.
In the face.
I almost fell off the bunk with the force, but thankfully, caught into the bed frame at the last minute and pulled myself back up, just in time to see Fox march straight over to Wolf, fist raised.
I quickly jumped up and pulled him back, "Don't even THINK about it Ben".
He struggled against my grip, but I had the height advantage and after a few more minutes he reluctantly stopped fighting me, and I firmly pushed him back towards his bed.
He spun around to face me, "He punched you".
I smirked, wiping away the blood from the corner of my mouth, "I know".
"Why did he punch you?" Ben asked frowning and I sighed, "Maybe it's got to with the fact I'm a 19-year-old spy".
"Yet you're not going to let me punch him back?" He asked again.
I frowned, spinning around to face Wolf who stared up at me, half furious, half shocked, "SHOULD I let him punch you? He would do it you know, he's very protective of me".
"VERY protective" Ben muttered harshly.
Wolf looked between me, then Ben, then back to me again, "... You're a spy?".
"You wanted to know who I am. I told you" I replied flatly, "My name is Alex Rider. And I work for Special Operations at Military Intelligence number Six. The Secret Intelligence Service. MI6".
"I know who they are" he replied gruffly and I grinned, "Which would explain why you hit me".
"... Sorry" he muttered, "Kind of automatic reaction... I wasn't sure if you were real or not...".
I grinned even wider, "You wanted to see if I was real or not? Seriously?".
He glared at me, "Hey, you just told me you work for MI6. And that you're still a teenager. Kind of a strange combination, don't you think? What would the Secret Service want with you? Let me guess... Your rich daddy and mommy send you to them after you somehow got caught and tortured by Scorpia?".
My smirk fell at that, and an emotionless mask took over as I abruptly turned and walked over to Ben, sitting down next to him once again.
Wolf stared at me, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth, "What? Something I said?".
I quickly put my hand on Ben's shoulder as he stood up to try and punch Wolf again.
Instead, he relaxed slightly under my touch, and glared at the solider from across the room, "You really are an insensitive bastard, aren't you?".
Wolfs smirk fell slightly, "... What?".
Ben shook his head angrily at him, "You know nothing about this kid. NOTHING. You don't know what he's been through, you don't know what he's done, you don't even know... Anything. At all. You nothing absolutely nothing... Yet you still have the nerve to judge him... You don't have a fucking clue".
Wolf glared right back at him, "Oh and I suppose you do?".
"Ben" I warned quietly as he opened his mouth to reply, "Ignore him".
The leader laughed, "What? Playing the hero, are you Jaguar? Or should I say Cub instead? You're nothing but a rich little spoiled brat. I doubt those scars are even real".
Harsh.
Ben turned to me, "Alex. Please?".
"No" I replied firmly, "Don't answer him. Otherwise you'll do it for both of us".
Wolf, on the other hand, didn't know when to shut up.
"I can't believe this" He snarled, "You won't even answer me... I WANT ANSWERS!".
I calmed turned back to him, "You want answers? Fine. Ask away".
He seemed slightly taken aback at my sudden honestly but his anger quickly took over, "The scars. ARE they real?".
"Unbelievable" Ben muttered but I ignored him, instead, remaining focused on Wolf, "Yes. They're real... And I've got a doctors file to prove it if you want".
He glared at me, "Is what you've said so far true? Your name, age, MI6, all that stuff?".
"Everything" I replied and he scowled, "What about your rich parents? Daddy's little angle I'm guessing?".
I stiffened up, averting my gaze as I spoke, my voice barely audible, "... No".
He smirked, "No? How about Mummy's little princess?".
I snapped my head back to him, suddenly furious, "You don't get it do you? I HAVE no mother. I HAVE no father. They're both dead. You know who killed them? Murdered them? My godfather. My own fathers best friend. You know who my godfather worked for? No? Well he was Scorpia. And you know who my father worked for? Take a wild guess, Wolf. He was MI6, also a Scorpia assassin in his spare time. You know nothing about me. NOTHING. And until you do, don't you DARE start questioning me about my family".
By the time I finished, all three SAS soldiers had paled.
Dramatically.
Wolf being the whitest.
"... Who raised you?" He finally asked, his voice quiet and with a hard edge to it, "After they... Passed away... I mean?".
I laughed, "My uncle. Who, also, just happened, to be MI6... Oh yea, and he's dead too. Murdered, once again".
"By who?".
Wolfs voice was fainter than usual.
"By Yassen Gregorovich" I ignored their sharp intake of breath, "Who, as it may be, was also one of my fathers very close friends... When my uncle died, I was raised by my housekeeper, Jack, who was also assassinated. Once again, by Scorpia".
They all stared at me, minus Ben, of course, who had already heard my story. He just sat next to me quietly, providing the moral support to continue.
By now, the other three were staring at me with a mixture between shock, and guilt.
I didn't want to have to face them anymore, so, muttering a few words to Ben, I stood, saving one last glance back the SAS soldiers before swiftly walking out into the early morning air.
Glad that was over.
