A/N hey everyone. Sorry about putting this up a little later than I originally planned, I was busy over the weekend with my boyfriend :D well I hope you all like it, and I would love more reviews especially if you've got compliment or advice to help me make it better =) I've been getting lots of alerts and favourites, so thank you, I'm hoping that means you like it and want to read more, so here you go!

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"Kovac!"

CHAP 4

Geez what's with him interrupting my thoughts? I am trying to think you know.

"You've done more than twenty. Maybe you should learn to count." Eagle teased harshly.

Oh yeah, I forgot about press ups.

I stood up and looked him in the eye, "Maths wasn't very high on my curriculum," I said dangerously, "I had more important things to think about."

They ignored me and carried on talking about what was happening while we were here. I don't know how long we stood there but it seemed like forever. Eventually they finished talking and took us on a tour ending at the mess hall. I almost jumped with joy. Food!

We grabbed trays and sat at a long bench. The SAS took their trays and sat with other men, seemingly ignoring us. I tucked into my food as though it would run away before whispering to Alex with my mouthful.

"You know. I don't think they like us."

"They don't like any kids," he murmured back so no one else could hear.

"Hey, Adrienne."

I looked up at the person who said my name. One of the popular jerks from school, sitting on my left with only one person between us.

"What do you want, Riley?" I growled.

"How'd you manage to get on this when you've only been at school for two weeks? I was told it was only for the people who were athletic, really fit and were smart. You aren't any of that. So who'd you have to bribe?"

"I'd say I'm more athletic than you, Riley. Unless you won't to hurt real bad I suggest you shut up now." I snarled, actually hoping he would keep insulting me.

"You never actually answered my question, idiot. I mean, I've heard about your house and cars. Who'd your family have to kill to afford those as well?"

I stiffened slightly before calmly answering, "Well, there was someone in the Amazon jungle, another in Cornwall, one in London, and Korea, China, Libya and Japan and Germany. Ya know, he even taught me a few tricks do you wanna see?"

Riley snorted thinking I was actually joking, "Yeah right, you'd have to be able to speak like ten languages."

"He spoke nine fluently actually and is learning the tenth." I smirked.

Riley shot me a look, appearing slightly less doubtful, "Oh really? Well, who does he work for? My dad works for Interpol and he told me all about different terrorist and contract killing groups."

"Oh well then you're sure to have heard of them." I was about to say Scorpia when I caught Alex's eye. I faltered, not knowing what to say.

"I knew you were lying!" Riley laughed, feeling triumphant.

I snarled and jumped to my feet, pulling him out of his seat. He spun and his fist caught me in the side of the face. I was too mad to care.

"I told you he showed me a few tricks." I growled.

Ducking under his next swing, I lashed out, my foot connecting with a pressure point on his leg; it collapsed under him. I pulled my fist back and threw it into his jaw.

"I warned you but you didn't listen. Next time don't test me." I growled, with a kick to his stomach before walking back to my seat and finishing my lunch.

Everyone was staring at me. I could feel their gazes but I ignored them. I probably shouldn't have done that but I couldn't be bothered putting up with Riley's crap. Speaking of him, I looked to see if he was still on the ground. He wasn't; two of his mates had helped him up and they sat further down the table. Someone was walking towards our table, they stopped behind me.

Since I heard them come over I didn't jump when they shouted in my ear, "You do not fight in the mess hall! Save it for unarmed combat lessons!"

I half turned around and looked at who it was, Eagle, "Yes sir," I said happily, "When do we have that?"

He looked at his watch and grinned, "Now. All of you put your trays away and line up outside, now!"

This time no one dawdled as they jumped up and did as they were told just like me and Alex. Within a minute we were in a straight line outside.

Wolf grinned, "Good now sprint over to the karate hall."

We took off, Alex and I in the lead. Riley and his friends were right behind us. I slowed down slightly as we got closer to the hall. Riley ran slightly ahead. Suddenly something caught my foot and I was face down in the dirt. Swearing in different languages I pushed myself to my feet and spat to the side, realizing K-Unit was right on my heels. Still swearing under my breath I sprinted again, arriving at the hall not long before the SAS.

The other boys had already gone inside. I walked in and slipped my shoes off in the small foyer. Grimacing I noticed there was only one other pair of shoes there, Alex's, and muddy track leading into the hall. We were sooo going to get it. K-Unit walked into the hall after me.

"After we've taught you how to fight, you're going to get down on your hands and knees and clean up the mud!" Wolf shouted at everyone, "Go take your shoes off and don't make me have to tell you twice!"

It didn't take long for his instructions to be followed and soon we were all standing in a line. K-Unit then proceeded to teach us basic karate moves. From the start it was boring within ten minutes I was struggling to keep myself from yawning, not very well though because I ended up doing it.

"Kovac! Does this bore you?"

"A little, sir."

Wolf smirked, "Then if you're so good you can spar with Snake."

I grinned and happily bounced over to Snake, "Okay."

I stared at the Scottish man and began weighing him up. It only took me a moment to figure out what he had on his side; his size for one he was over a head taller than me and probably more than twenty kilograms heavier and power was probably more in his favour as well. It didn't help that he knew, because of my stunt in the mess hall, that I knew at least two pressure points. In another second I knew his first move. His weight was on his left foot and his right rested lightly on the floor.

Weasel was in control of our fight, "Go."

Immediately Snake lashed out with his right foot. Amazingly he lived up to his name. Too bad I was faster. His foot went straight through the air beside me putting him completely off balance. Happily I danced around behind him. Cheekily I punched him in the back, and laughed when he lost his balance. Of course, I stopped laughing when he rolled back onto his feet, looking very, very, very mad. You think I emphasized that enough or should I stick in a couple more 'very's'?

This time he didn't underestimate me, of course, he still didn't know what I could actually do yet. Furiously he launched an assault at me with a series of jabs, crosses and others. With each strike he got closer and closer to hitting me before I could move. He swung at my head and I ducked, forgetting about the rest of him. Snake turned, pulled in his foot and shot it out again with incredible speed. I flew back from the force. Geez, that guy can kick. I was so glad Yassen couldn't see me now, it was a beginner's mistake and he would yell at me over and over that the best defense is a good offence, not just dancing out of the way, though it was fun.

I was whipped away from my thoughts as the huge Scottish came towards me, preparing to put me in a choke hold. Well, not if I had anything to say. Now, there was no holding back. I used my majorly underused stomach muscles and jumped to my feet, grinning at a couple of gasps. I cocked my head to the side slightly and gave him my best innocent expression which I must admit, is pretty good. He faltered slightly and that was all I needed. As fast as possible I jumped at him, launching my own punches. He was slightly slower at dodging or blocking punches than delivering and I was smaller and more nimble.

All I needed was one opening, just one small opening. And thanking luck, I got it. Snakes stomach was open. Jumping forward I jabbed him right in the centre. His body naturally twisted away from the pain, while his mind tried to make him face his opponent. I jabbed my first two fingers at the tender spot below the collarbone before sweeping his legs out from under him and jumping behind him as he fell to his knees.

"Now, let's see. There's plenty I could do from here." I kept a finger pushing down on the top of the collarbone to make sure he stayed down.

"Well, I could break your neck." I twisted his neck to the side quickly, only enough to cause some pain.

"I could knock you out." I moved my free hand to a point behind his ear, again pushing hard enough to only cause some pain before moving it to the neck and repeating what I did.

"Give you a concussion," I pressed gently below the occipital ridge.

"Or I could make you go down," pushing harder above his collarbone forced him to almost fold in half.

"Or even up," I took the force off his collarbone and shifted it to upwards pressure between his ear and neck, forcing him back up.

"And last but not least." I applied pressure to behind his ear and the top of his collarbone, his body twisted slightly, "Painful isn't it. Your body just wants to get away from the pain but the pain's up and down, naturally it doesn't know what to do."