Rex's POV

He lay out on his stomach in the grass waiting for the perfect moment. Months had passed since he left Providence. David Abbott had taken him straight into the Medusa program.

Hand to hand combat was the first thing he had gone through. Thanks to Six his skills were at least on par with the others in his training group. Abbott refined their skills with the help of Conklin.

In his mind, he still thought of himself as Rex. He was still learning to answer to the name David. David Webb's third son of the Webb family.

His "parents" were good people who took in strays that the CIA brought in. They accepted him wholeheartedly and helped if he asked. Which wasn't often even when he was in the house.

Jacob Webb was the second son of the Webb family. Like his parents he accepted Rex. He tried to be the big brother that the younger never had. Rex accepted the man's presence in his life.

Gordon was the oldest. Unlike the rest of his family, he did not accept Rex. The same anger and distrust that was in Calan's eyes was in Gordon's.

It was like being back at Providence again. Though he was grateful that there wasnt anyone pretending to be his friend. Or pretending they cared about him. So he ignored Gordon's anger and distrust.

Training for Medusa was extensive and grueling. They were taught to kill in every way possible. If you couldn't kill you couldn't survive.

At first, Rex had refused. He wasn't a killer and not even Providence had been able to make him one. It wasnt until Abbott gave him an ultimatum that he finally was forced to act like the others.

Flashback

When he first was brought to the camp he thought he could do this. Every time he was given a gun his resolve was shaken. Even at paper targets he couldn't perform kill shots.

Rex wanted to be the soldier that Providence said he could never be. A warrior that protected those he cared about But he couldn't shoot to kill. What was wrong with him?

For his part after the failed training with Conklin, he sat in a tree. It overlooked their training camp. He was able to see everyone outside and it was difficult for them to see him.

A voice said from below him, "Rex, I need to see you for a moment."

When he looked down dread filled him. It was Abbott. Conklin had no doubt told him about his failure to kill.

With a sigh, he dropped down onto the grass. Unable to meet the man's eyes he looked over his shoulder.

Abbot sighed sounding far older than he looked, "I hear you are having trouble with shooting to kill. I thought you wanted to prove that Providence agent wrong. To prove that you are arent weak. You cannot do this if you are not willing to kill."

Rex's hands clenched at his side. He knew this. If he wanted to prove Calan wrong he had to do this. But how? How could he put aside everything he stood for?

Abbot sighed again, "If you cannot kill then you don't need to be here. I'll make the preparations to return you to Providence. Or the Webb's. They could get you into a good school. You can start a new life away from the world."

Damn it! No! He didn't want to return to Providence. That would only prove Calan right. That he would only get people killed.

Before he could argue with Abbott the man said his eyes softening, "Or you can prove Conklin wrong. Throw away, Rex. As long as you are a member of Medusa you are not Rex or David Webb but a Medusan without a name. Now prove it," a gun was shoved into his hands.

For a moment Rex could only stare at it. Down the yard was the last set of targets. Only he and Abbott were out currently. Even if they weren't no one would lay him any mind.

He stared down at the weapon feeling its weight in his hands. The coolness of the metal made his heart twinge. Then it hardened.

A dark shadow fell over the younger's face. He pushed aside Rex and brought forth the darkness of his heart.

He raised the gun turning towards the range. Then he fired without any hesitation at all. His aim was true as the bullets hit once in the head and heart.

"It seems I was right about you then," finished Abbott.

Brown eyes began to turn a grey color. It was the color of a killer. Every true Medusan had at least some grey in their eyes. For the newest member, it was only the beginning. A small amount of grey that would eventually leave no brown to his eyes.

End of flashback

Grey eyes narrowed as his target moved across his field of vision. Carefully he put his finger went to the trigger. His target paused as if sensing eyes and intentions turned. Looking for the eyes that were watching him.

As the target paused he squeezed the trigger. The recoil caught in his shoulder. There wasn't a flinch that went with it as there had been months prior.

A bright red spot appeared on the man's chest. A whistle blew and Conklin's voice called out, "That's it. The match is over."

The target a brown haired Frenchman with grey-brown eyes swore viciously under his breath. He didnt know the man's name but he did know that the man had been a worthy opponent. Twice he had come so close to Rex's hiding spot he could have touched the man. Too close for the teenager to move much less take the shot.

Carefully Rex stood from his hiding spot. The rifle in his arms was modified to act like the real sniper rifles that he would use in the field. The only difference was that it was it shot paintballs.

The Frenchman growled as Rex approached, "Did you have to ruin my best suit, kid?"

"It will be killed or be killed in the field," he snapped, "If I'm not prepared to kill here. I will never be ready out there."

Conklin said before a fight could break out, "Well said," the others came from their hiding spots, "Fall back to camp. Tonight will be your last night here. There will be the naming and Team Assignments tonight."

"Yes, sir!" They all intoned together.

Rex didn't wait for anyone else to be said. Or for the men to say something to him. There had been twelve fights between him and the men in the last few weeks. They didn't accept his change of heart to be genuine.

Rex had broken four arms, a leg, and more ribs than he could count between the fights. Due to his age and his unwillingness to fight seriously in the beginning. In his time since the change, he had become colder. More willingly to injure if necessary.

During the fights, they were watched by Abbott and Conklin. They only stopped if it went too far. Every time he had been pulled off the men. Conklin was the only one he listened to in his frenzied state. It had been drilled into them. Conklin was their commander. They had to listen to the man if they wanted to live.

Later that night Rex along with 29 other men stood in the center of the Meeting Hall. Conklin was at the front next to Abbott at the front. They all watched them with cold stares worthy of the Medusan name.

Abbott said breaking the stony silence, "Each of you have completed your training to join this group. Tonight you will be broken into teams. These teams will be your family and brothers until we no longer need Medusa. One person will lead each team. There will be those who challenge you for the right. It is a part of life. Some of you will also be sent as replacements for men lost in other teams. Where you go is final. There will be no change unless your team is destroyed."

Silence followed his words. Whoever the leaders were they would have to be ruthless to keep the title. Otherwise, the others would walk all over them.

Abbott continued unfazed, "Each of you will be given the identities of a Medusan today. With your new identities comes a team and a leader. You will have to work together or you will die. No longer are you the person that was brought here. Forget them. Until your duty is done you are what we make you."

They all intoned together, "Yes sir!"

Conklin ordered, "On the left you first! Take off your original dog tags if you have them and accept your new ones."

Rex was in the back on the far right watching at rapt attention. Some of these men would be part of the group he was with. There was no way that they would be all put into separate groups. It wasn't feasible. Only together could they make it through this hell.

When it was his turn Rex walked up with his back straight and his eyes forward. He handed Conklin his dog tags and received his new ones. They read Century Team 12, Delta.

Conklin's ironclad grip on his shoulder kept him from returning to the line. Several others had been stopped for the same reason. He noted the Frenchman wasn't one of them surprisingly.

The man said his hazel eyes roaming over the men, "Century Team 12 this is Delta. Your new leader. Stand strong and you will make it out alive. Show any weakness and you won't. Good luck."