I do not own AlexRider.

This is my first one-shot, hope you like it. However, I might make it a two-shot.

This has no connection to ThingsChange.

Agent Rider

Alex Rider, a blonde haired, brown eyed, 15 year old spy, glared openly at the heads of MI6. Alan Blunt and Tulip Jones. Oh, the irony. Blunt was definitely the bluntest between the two, and Jones, like the peppermint sweets she was constantly sucking, the sweetest.

And now, they wanted him to go back to hell. Well, not hell, but close enough. Brecon Beacons, a training camp for the SAS in Wales. Where they had no need for forecasts, because it was always 'Cloudy with a chance of rain', even though it also said '100% chance of rain'.

"And may you please repeat why, exactly, you want me to do this?"

"Because, to put it simply, you are best of the best in sharp shooting in MI6, they need a new instructor, and you fit the bill." Jones said.

"Ok," Alex said reluctantly, "But you know I detest guns. So why do you even ask?"

"Because, once again, you are perfect for the spot and you will be teaching how to use it, not at the other end." Jones once again answered.

"And you, Blunt? What do you think about this? I mean, yes, you are correct, and I will do it, but as the Head of Military Intelligence 6, what are your thoughts?"

"Quite frankly, astounded that that is all we had to do to persuade you." He answered, cocking an eyebrow. "Also, with your, how shall we put it, recentinjuries, you cannot go out again into the field anytime soon."

Ah, yes. Alex thought. My newest additions to Exhibit Scars. Two large knife wounds crisscrossing my face right above my nose, forming a rather large and gruesome X. And while that won't keep me out of the field, the fact that I am currently residing in a specialized wheelchair from Smithers - the MI6 mechanic/inventor/gadget maker - with only one leg will.

The agent remembered it only too well. How SCORPIA decided that, while they couldn't kill him, they could torture him for information. Information he hadn't given a single letter of. Information that had led them from kicking and punching, to drowning, to whips, to knives, and finally, to mutation. He was lucky they only had time for one limb before the rescue squad arrived one and a half months after being kidnapped. One and a half months of being tortured, starved, and on one cup of water every 24 hours. Sleep deprived, as well.

Oh, yes, Alex would never forget the worst weeks of his life.


Wolf growled to himself as he and the rest of K-Unit; Snake, Eagle, and Tiger, walked to shooting. It seemed all their time was to be spent in Brecon Beacons. First training, then when he got shot, when Fox left for MI6 and Tiger replaced him, and now all units who trained in their year were back for a fun two more months of training. NOT.

All of a sudden, he was startled out of his thoughts by Eagle calling out to T-Unit, who had shooting before them.

"Owl! Your eyes match your name! And PolarBear! Your face looks like the ice you live on!"

"Eagle," Snake and Tiger moaned as the two units halted.

"Be careful." Their leader, Falcon, warned. "We have a new instructer. He's...Well, lets just say he isn't what you expect, but he knows what he's doing. And whatever you do, do not remark on his appearance. He doesn't take it well, and as you can see from Owl and PolarBear, you won't like his response. Hell, it scared me and Boar, and he wasn't even yelling at us! So, yeah. Just be careful with what you do."

And with that, T-Unit left K-Unit standing in their tracks, half wondering if they should go before Wolf yelled to get them going.


When K-Unit entered the shooting range, they headed right for their usual guns only to be stopped by, "Stop right there! Good. Now, head for those four tables in front of the range. Yes, now you see them, don't you? Good. Now, relax. I'm not going to hurt you unless you hurt me."

Now, K-Unit turned around to see who had spoken, guessing it was their new instructor.

What they saw surprised them. It was a teenager, 18 at the oldest. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a uniform with medal upon medal on his chest. Their new instructor was also in a black wheelchair, and most noticeably, had only one and a half legs.

"Good." He said again. "Right, to business. I am your new shooting instructor, Agent Rider. Yes, I am an MI6 agent. However, I am also the best at shooting in all of Britain's forces, so be glad I'm here. Yes, I have only one leg, which is why I am here instead of out on the field where I usually am.

Now, I want you to take out the Colt Double Eagle pistol in there. Don't act so surprised. There is a variety of about 30 guns in there. By the time I'm done with you, I expect you to be able to disassemble, reassemble, and shoot each accurately. Right now, I want to see how well you are already with them. We will be starting with this one. I will be timing you, you disassembling.

Get ready, set, GO!" The agent shouted the last part, and the soldiers, disciplined into obeying shouted orders that had authority, shot into action.


When they had finished disassembling, reassembling, and shooting the last gun, K-Unit stood panting in front of Agent Rider, who was frowning at the results.

"This is pathetic. All of you work with the Browning extremely well, but with the exception of Eagle, that is all you can work with beyond average. Eagle, you can work with the sniper guns well, but with the others, you are as bad as your unit mates. It is exceedingly obvious that your best gun is the Browning, all of you, and I shouldn't be able to tell! The gun is an extension of your arm, they are one, you should be able to at least shoot each and every one well. And because you must take it apart to see it, and put it back together to shoot it, and see it to become one, the same goes for disassembling and reassembling! I've said it before and I'll say it again, THIS IS PATHETIC!

Now, take out the last gun we used and work with it. When you think you have it down, start another. When you have that one, go over the last. I don't want to see your hands still for one millisecond! Now get started!"

And that was how it was for the rest of their shooting time.


It had been one month since the SAS units got a new shooting instructor. They had all quickly learned that they either did as he said or faced the consequences.

Everyone also knew that if you even said one small insult about anything Agent Rider- himself, family, etc. -revenge would be dished out so fast it might smack you in the face. After the first few incidents, no one was willing to even whisper it under their breath for fear that he would somehow hear.

All the units also dreaded going to shooting practice, but felt elated when they left. You knew you were going to be worked more than you could possibly get back when you went. But when you left, a miracle had happened and it had been payed. While Agent Rider expected you to give a lot, he was also the best in the business. There had been no lie about that. Not one bit.


K-Unit paused in the doorway of the Mess Hall. In front of them, other units were staring at the sight in from of the them. The sergeant was watching the scene in front of him. And the scene in front of him? Their shooting instructor, who was facing the two heads of MI6, who were in front of four of their agents who had their heads down, looking at their shoes *which were apparently very interesting.*

Only, Agent Rider wasn't just sitting. Oh, no. He was yelling at the heads of MI6.

"Send someone else! I don't care if 'only I can do it'! Send anyone else! Every single field agent would have a better chance than me! And you know why? You know why? Because I'm in a bloody wheelchair, that's why! And now, you come marching in here, to ask me to go back to the very people who put me in it! You! Are! Insane!" Agent Rider yelled, glaring at them the whole time.

"I'm afraid you are the only one who can do it, Alex." Blunt stated calmly. Or, as calmly as you can get when the best marksman in all of Great Britain is yelling at you. "And you realize that we can always make you.

"No." He stated, breathing heavily. "I didn't realize that. And you know why? Because Jack is with her parents in America, Tom is with his brother traveling the world, and I have become attached to no one while I've been here."

"And what about Agent Daniels? We could always, oh, fire him." Blunt stated, making one of the agents jerk in surprise.

"Oh really? Because I heard that you were retiring, and Mrs. Jones is moving up to Head of MI6, and she wants me to become Deputy Head. So you see, after I was promoted, I would hire him right back again."

Blunt stared angrily at his agent, knowing he had lost. He was retiring, Mrs. Jones was taking his place, Rider was being promoted to Mrs. Jones's old place, and he would then have the power to hire agents. Bloody agent. He always had been, even from the beginning.

"Very well." Blunt said. "You will continue with your job here. Agent Daniels, you will join with your old unit for some more training. While you may not be performing up to your usual standards, at least we can move those standards up. Dismissed."

And with that, everyone started out of their shock and started moving again. Blunt, Jones, and three of the agents left for a helicopter. The sergeant left with them to talk over some issues. Some units continued to just stand there while others moved for their mush/lunch.

K-Unit watched as the remaining agent- probably Daniels, they guessed -moved forward and wheeled Agent Rider around and began to push him towards them. Glancing at each other, they waited for the outburst sure to come. The last person to try this had been in the hospital for a week. Instead, though, the instructor relaxed.

"Hey, Wolf. Snake, Eagle. And I assume you are my replacement."

Until then, they had been staring at the agent, wondering how he knew their codenames. At 'replacement', though, they stared and asked, "Fox?"

Grinning, he replied, "Who else?" And then, "Why are you staring at me?"

To which Agent Rider replied, "They're amazed I haven't blown you to bits."

Fox laughed and said, "As ferocious as ever, eh? Although," he added thoughtfully, "Now we can have a K-Unit reunion."

"What?" Wolf asked, bewildered. "But Cub's not here."

Fox stared at him and asked, "What do you-. Oh," he said, staring at Agent Rider. "You haven't told them yet?"

"No," he said exasperatedly. "And I wasn't planning on it." Turning to K-Unit, he said, "I am Agent Rider, Alex Rider, your shooting instructor, Felix Lester," this continued for about 30 minutes, saying all kinds of things that amazed them, and what they guessed were all of his cover names, before, "the person who kicked Wolf out of a plane,"

Eagle interrupted him here. "What? If you kicked Wolf out of a plane, you would be dead." While Wolf was staring at Alex in shock. Only one person had ever kicked him out of a plane, and that was-

"And last but not least, Cub, the 6th member of K-Unit."

They all stared at him in shock. "CUB!" They all screamed.

"The one and only." He replied cheerfully.

*_* Bookdancer's line.

Please review. Also, if you ask for it, I may turn it into a two-shot.

Thanks to Bookdancer for helping with typos. If you like this, check out my other story Things Change and Bookdancer's A New Identity.

Thank you so much. I had a fun time writing this, and though it took me a few days, it was worth it.