U: Unarmed.
"The act of going into a dangerous situation with nothing to protect oneself with."
Alex hated going in unarmed. Sure, he got defensive little gadgets from Smithers, but no guns or anything. Blunt treated him like an adult, but gave him rules as if he were a child. The teen wanted to scream at the man and tell him to make up his mind.
After his training with SCORPIA, Blunt still refused to give him a gun. Alex couldn't understand why. He had even gone to Mrs. Jones, once, in hopes of shedding light on the situation. No light was thrown on it; in fact, it was darker than ever when the woman said, "I think you should ask Mr. Blunt himself."
After that, Alex didn't even bother on asking Mr. Smithers. After Alex was debriefed on his Point Blanc mission, Blunt sighed and told him to sit down. "Alex, would you like to know why I send you in unarmed?"
The teen could feel his brow furrow. "Actually, yes, I do." Blunt nodded his head as if he appreciated Alex's straight forward answer. Hell, he probably did.
"I send you in unarmed because I know you can do the missions without a gun. You are resourceful, Alex. You make the most out of your environment and manipulate things to your advantage. A gun would just distract you, like it did me almost twenty-five years ago."
Alex considered asking how a gun had distracted Blunt when the man continued. "It was my last mission and my only fuck up." Alex raised an eyebrow at the curse word.
"It was only a recon mission; really no need for a weapon. But I had one anyways. I was cleaning it and I missed my signal to move in. Lethal drugs made it halfway to Jamaica because I was looking down at a gun instead of up at my partner."
Of course Alex was sent in unarmed as to not effect his success rates. Not that Blunt cared if the boy forgot to put the safety lock on and shot himself in the foot or anything. Alex felt a sly smirk tug at his mouth.
"That was your only fuck up?"