A New Identity
Yes! Chapter Eleven is up! And it's my longest chapter yet! However, I need to say that I am extremely sorry for not posting yesterday like I said I would. I had to complete my homework and then got sucked into someone else's story. So I am sorry. I do not own Alex Rider. To:
everyone who reviewed- Thank you so much!
PartyPony2- I know, I couldn't help but put it in.
By the way, Jag is currently 20, but Alex is 17. And now for the chapter!
Chapter Eleven: How to Prank a Wolf
2 Years Later:
Jag's POV:
We- D-Unit - were back at BB for a refresher course. The four of us had been on eight missions since our training. Thankfully, we had all escaped serious injury on all of them. However, at the same time, they realized that I wasn't afraid of doing stupid and idiotic stunts to get the mission done. Like how, when we had to retrieve a thumb drive with info on it, I dashed for it with the enemy firing on me. 'Extremely reckless', I believe, were Lion's exact words.
At the moment, Cobra had just completed the Assault Course, and Lion was waving me on, stopwatch in hand. I was the last to go.
I emerged from the Course to see my unit talking with four people... I frowned, they looked kinda familiar...
I went into the forest and crept up. "Fill in the blank!" I gasped, it was K-Unit! Wolf, Snake, Eagle, and Fox (I had heard he rejoined the SAS after my supposed death.) were all here, talking to my unit.
But I had a plan.
Several Minutes Earlier:
Wolf's POV:
I paused as we entered Brecon Beacons. We were here for a refresher course along with six other units.
Of course, by now everyone had heard about Cub's death, and there was even a memorial here at BB for him, in front of the 'welcome center' that was the sergeant's office. We had all learned that Cub was actually a hero, saving the world several times.
I stopped, as I always did, at Cub's memorial. He was buried here, below the memorial. It read:
Alex Rider/Cub
Beloved Son, Friend, and Partner
Will always be remembered
for how far he went.
January 13, 1993-September 30, 2008
Fox whispered, "I'm sorry, Alex.", as he dropped a rose in front of it. Eagle, Snake, and I followed suit silently.
Then Eagle sighed and suggested, "Assault Course?" Fox nodded, but we could all tell that he was depressed. Out of all four of us, Fox had been hit the hardest by Cub's death, had been closest to him, and, I think, even blamed himself for the death of our youngest unit mate.
We walked away, and soon the Assault Course appeared, along with three men.
"Shoot!" Snake exclaimed, "Another unit's using it." I sighed but said, "They may be almost done. Let's go anyways." My unit nodded, and we approached the other men.
Monkey's POV:
I bounced on the balls of my feet, impatient for Jag to be done. After all, he had said that he had candy in the hut! I groaned in pleasure at the thought of candy- milky ways, reese's cups, hershey kisses, snickers,* aaahhh.
Cobra and Lion shot me weirded-out glances, but I ignored them. I was used to it.
All of a sudden, "Hey! Who're you?", someone asked. The three of us whirled around, startled, to face what looked like another unit.
"D-Unit." Lion replied, "Who're you?"
"K-Unit." Someone that looked like the leader replied.
"You mean, the unit that Cub belonged to?" I asked, momentarily forgetting what everyone told us; to never, no matter who much you wanted to, mention Cub.
Anger, sadness, and grief flashed through all four men's eyes. Anger I guess for mentioning Cub, and sadness and grief because of what happened.
"Yes." A Scottish-looking man replied, obviously restraining the other men and himself from throwing themselves at me.
"I'm Snake, this is Eagle, Fox, and Wolf." Each man nodded at us in turn.
Lion nodded back, "I'm Lion, this is Monkey and Cobra. Jag, our sharpshooter, is inside the Assault Course."
"Jag?" Wolf asked curiously.
"It's short for Jaguar." I replied, eager to tell them about the nickname I made for him. Unfortunately, Snake interrupted.
"So, you almost done?" Snake asked. We nodded, "Jag's the last one."
Wolf's POV:
We waited for several minutes before I asked, "What's Jag's time?"
Lion quickly checked and, eyes widening, replied, "Twenty fifty-one."
"He's that slow?" I asked in disbelief.
"Of course not!" Cobra exclaimed. "He's the fastest out of al of us. He even holds the SAS record for it!"
"He's the one with a time of nine thirty-seven?" Fox asked.
They nodded, "His first time was thirteen oh two. It was like he had done it before!"
"Wow." We said softly.
"But this means two things." Cobra said with a mixture of worry and anger in his voice.
"What?" I asked, pretty sure that there was only one.
"One, he's gotten himself hurt by doing something incredibly reckless like he usually does. Or two," Cobra rolled his eyes, his voice thick with annoyance, "he searched my calendar again and discovered that I would be checking his bullet wounds today."
"Bullet wounds?" Eagle asked from where he was playing rock, paper, scissors with Monkey.
Cobra, Monkey, and Lion nodded. "Yeah, and I'm pretty sure it's the second option." Lion said, shifting and reaching for his back pocket.
"He didn't." Cobra hissed. (Ironic, don't you think?)
"He did." Lion sighed as he showed us a note with neat, printed words on it.
"What does it say?" Monkey asked, his curiousness obvious.
"It says:
Dear D- Unit,
I have gone to my hut, and will see you there. Lion, as I'm certain you didn't see me emerge or felt when I slipped this into your pocket, my time is nine thirty-five. See you at the hut.
Your youngest unit mate,
Jag
P.S. Hello to Wolf, Fox, Eagle, and Snake.
P.P.S. To K-Unit- if you're wondering how I know who you are, just ask my unit."
Silence. That was all there was for about one minute. Then, "So, how does Jag know who we are?" Fox asked.
"That's easy." Lion replied. He shared a glance with his unit mates, then they said in unison, "It's Jag. He knows everything."
"Now," Cobra snarled, "I'm going to the hut to get Jag's wounds checked."
"Er, Cobra?" Monkey asked. "When was the last time you actually got him?"
Cobra was silent for a few seconds before he replied, "Last September." I was dumbstruck. Whoever Jag was, he was a master at not getting caught. This month was March!
"Wait." Fox frowned, "The letter said, 'Your youngest unit mate'."
Lion nodded, "Yeah, he's twenty. He joined the army at sixteen and the SAS at eighteen. He's actually the youngest in the SAS at the moment."
"And he's the best in the unit?" Snake asked in disbelief. Cobra nodded, "He usually comes in first or second for everything that we do. A few things that he doesn't are first-aid, communications, and a bunch of other random stuff that has nothing to do with the SAS."
"Anyways," Lion added, "We really should be going now."
I quickly made a split second decision and said, "We'll come you. I think we're all anxious to meet Jag." Lion nodded, and we headed for D-Unit's hut.
We got there in about six minutes. Lion opened the door and waved us inside. Monkey began to bounce inside with Eagle, but I shouldered my way inside first, anxious to meet the young man that held so much respect and was like a younger brother to D-Unit.
I felt my ankle brush up against a wire of some sort and stumbled. It was followed by a bucket of what felt like glue. Then a light shower of pink (?) came down. It was finished off with a white banner that draped itself over my shoulders.
Jag's POV:
I waited impatiently on my bed, the prank all set. Then the door opened, and in walked... Wolf!
Before I could yell for him to stop, the big, easy-to-anger, all-made-of-muscle, SAS soldier tripped over the trip wire, setting off the prank that had been carefully set up.
All of it came crashing down. The glue, pink sequins and feathers, banner, perfectly set up prank, and my reputation as the Prankster King.
Wolf stood there, mouth open in shock, as the glue, sequins, feathers, and banner settled. In a flash, I was on my feet, yelling at him.
"You stupid SAS soldier!" I shrieked. "You just had to ruin it, didn't you?" I ignored the gales of laughter and shocked looks.
"That prank was for Monkey! Not you! It was set up just right! Planned just right!" I collapsed back down on my bed.
Then Lion slowly asked, "You mean, you missed?"
I glared at him, "Yes! How was I to know K-Unit would come visit? How was I to know that Wolf would take Monkey's place at the front? I wasn't! And now I've missed!"
Lion, Cobra, and Monkey stared at me, and then erupted into cheers.
"Yes! The Prankster King is down!"
"Finally! He actually failed!
"Yes! He missed me! He missed me!" (The last one was said in a sing-songy voice.)
"What just happened?" Snake asked, staring at his unit's leader.
"What just happened is that Jag missed! His record is gone! Dissolved! He failed! Prankster King is no more!" Lion cheered.
"Er, no, I meant, why is Wolf covered in glue, pink sequins and feathers, and a banner that says 'Hi! I'm the Pink Sparkly Chicken Princess!' on it in pink?" Snake asked, rephrasing his original question.
"I'm what?" Wolf yelled.
"Covered in glue, pink sequins and feathers, and a banner that says 'Hi! I'm the Pink Sparkly Chicken Princess!' on it in pink." Lion replied in an extremely dismissive tone.
"But see, Monkey tried to prank Jag yesterday, so Jag here has obviously just tried to get back at him with one of his best pranks so far. But he missed, and Wolf here got pranked instead." Lion continued.
"That's it." Wolf growled. "I'm telling the sergeant."
"He won't be mad, you know. He's perfectly fine with us pranking each other." I finally said, cooled down enough to see how good my prank was. And, wow, it turned out fantastic, if I do say so myself.
"And why is that?" Wolf asked scathingly. I frowned. Was he frothing at the mouth?
Dismissing it, I replied, "Because he believes that it trains us to be ready for anything and on the lookout."
Wolf frowned at me, but said, "Fine, But what was it about the 'Prankster King'?"
Monkey chose to respond and said, "The Prankster King is, or was-"
"Is." I interrupted him. "I'm still the best out of everyone, even if I'm no longer perfect."
He nodded in acceptance and continued, "Someone, in this case Jag, who is better at everyone else at pranking and getting pranked."
"What do you mean?" Eagle asked.
"He means that Jag's pranks have always worked, and, until now, Jag has always hit who he meant to. He's also avoided everyone else's pranks, sometimes making them backfire onto the person who set it up." Cobra replied. "Until now, Jag's been perfect."
We all looked at each other. Then eagle and Monkey said in unison, "So, who's ready for dinner?"
So there it is. My longest chapter yet at 1,863 words, not counting the title or author's notes.
*Again, don't know if any of these besides milky ways are in England. Just putting in some random candies.
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