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CHAP 7

"Time to get up!!" a voice yelled through a megaphone.

Groaning I rolled onto the floor. It was still pitch black with stars twinkling through the high windows. The light flicked on and I blinked repeatedly, getting used to the sudden change.

"Outside in five minutes!" Wolf yelled before walking out.

I made a rude gesture at his retreating back and grabbed some clothes. Dashing into the bathroom I got changed before running outside. No one else was there yet. I didn't like being woken early, though I was a morning person and didn't take long to get moving. Sleep-in's were great but I had gotten used to not having them.

Jumping to keep myself warm I waited for the others to arrive. Alex came out not long after me with Sarah almost sleepwalking beside him and K-Unit joined us before the other boys. I stopped jumping; sharing a glance with Alex as Wolf repeatedly looked at his watch. Less than three minutes later K-Unit left and entered Barrack four. I resisted the urge to peak in the window. From the noise it was pretty simple to figure out what happened. There were three distinctive thumps, each followed by a yelp.

"You get up when I say up! Next time it'll be water!"

I chuckled quietly as the Unit went into barrack one to dump those boys on the floor. Two minutes later everyone was lined up in front of K-Unit.

"When do we get breakfast?" bleary eyed Sam asked.

"When you've earned it!" Wolf shouted, "You'll be doing a ten kilometers hike with ten kilogram packs! I expect it done in less than two hours!"

He marched off with everyone only a step behind him to get our bags. Ten minutes later we were off on a hike through the forest.

"At least we've got a track and not a map," I commented after an hour.

"And that's a good thing, how?"

"If we had a map everyone would be arguing about which way we should go."

"True."

"Ouch!"

I turned around. Sam had tripped over a tree root and now was sitting on the ground cradling his foot.

"Oh get up you big baby. Maybe you should look where you're going in future."

"I think I twisted my ankle," he moaned, looking like he was suppressing tears.

Feeling slightly bad I slowly walked over to him and crouched down, gently removing his boot, "Tell me if it hurts ok? More than it is now, that is." Carefully I bent his ankle in normal directions. He only said it hurt when I almost finished pushing but small hisses escaped his lips whenever I applied pressure.

I leaned back, "Alex, any first aid kits in the packs?"

He opened his and handed a kit to me. I opened it and had a look at what there was. Pulling out a roll of bandage I began wrapping it tightly around Sam's foot. It wasn't long until I had finished. We rearranged the packs; taking gear out of Sam's to make it lighter. Slowly I helped him to his feet. He stood awkwardly. Letting go of him I bent down to grab his pack. Immediately his ankle collapsed under him, tears threatening his eyes.

"I can't walk."

I looked up at Alex, "Turns?"

"What about the packs?"

"I'm sure we can work it out. It might work if we divide one and a half packs between everyone. Then whoever's carrying can take the half pack?"

He nodded before looking at the others and effectively giving orders.

Over the next two weeks we learnt karate, did the assault course, fitness, day-long hikes, learnt about weapons and K-Unit even let us shoot them, Alex and I refused to tell them how we got the bulls eye each time and where we learnt it from. We did some night ex's and even learnt medical stuff from Snake.

That's where we were now, sitting in a boring room with Snake going on about bullet wounds. He actually covered most of the basic things but not in great details, figuring the paramedics and proper doctors would arrive soon. Of course, with Scorpia you had to learn how to do everything, including taking the bullet out. As an assassin you couldn't just go see a doctor and say you'd been shot, it'd be suicide. Wolf, Weasel, and Eagle sat at the front beside Snake and were being used to show how to tie bandages.

The door behind us flew open. I glanced around, immediately recognizing the short black hair, and dark eyes. I looked down, my long fringe covering my face. The SAS men jumped up from the front and went to meet him.

"Fox!"

They exchanged greetings before Snake dragged him up the front for another mannequin. I kept my head down as Snake introduced us to Fox. I made the simple mistake of looking up once. He just happened to be looking at me at the same time. Our eyes met. Quickly he whispered something to Snake, who dismissed everyone except Alex and I, saying he had an extra job for us.

I shook my hair out of my face as Fox walked up to me, "Hello," I said, almost politely, while getting ready to run if need be.

Fox started to walk towards me as Wolf asked if we know each other.

"She works for Scorpia."

The SAS men looked shocked while Alex merely looked confused.

Alex stood up, "Did, she did work for Scorpia."

"Once you're in Scorpia you're not out unless you're dead, Alex. She was sent here to kill you before her orders changed to watch you. MI6 just got the information from their agent."

Alex stared at me, betrayed almost, "Addy? Is it true?"

"The answer is yes. Yes, Alex, I was sent to kill you before my orders changed. Me and my father." I glared at him, knowing I was stupidly letting my emotions take control, "The truth Alex is that my name isn't Kovac. It's Gregorovich. Yassen is my father. But, wait there's more! He's alive. He almost died because he refused to kill you and you probably still think he's evil!"

"Adrienne. He's a killer, and the only reason he spared me was because he thought my father worked for Scorpia."

"I've killed before as well Alex, I even enjoyed the first time! Wolf would've killed before, and Snake, Eagle, definitely Fox, and maybe newbie Weasel. Does that mean they're killers as well? What makes them so different?"

"We don't enjoy killing for one," Fox growled.

"And they don't kill innocent people."

I glared at Alex, "You don't know who I've killed. You even joined Scorpia and tried to kill someone. You're pathetic."

Alex jumped at me, tackling me to the ground. I kicked him in the stomach, but it hardly affected him. He drew his fist back. Just as it launched forward I moved my head to the side; it glanced off my jaw.

"Alex! Stop."

I tried to push him off but he refused to budge. He pulled his fist back again, this time it caught me full force, splitting my lip. Before he could throw another punch he was pulled off me. Fox struggled backwards with the wild teen as I jumped to my feet and prepared to run. About to turn to make for the door a gun pressed against my back.

"I wouldn't even consider running if I were you." Wolf growled behind me.

I froze, knowing he would carry out his unspoken threat. Harshly he pulled my hands behind my back and tied them with a zip tie as Snake and Fox gently took Alex out. My head hung low as we walked me outside to the jeep. I didn't want anyone to see I was almost in tears. We drove to the sergeant's hut and I stayed in the truck with Eagle and Weasel while Wolf went inside. Not long after, Wolf came straight back out and drove us to what seemed like a prison. It was a small cottage like house, but there were bars on the windows and four bolts on the door.

Wolf marched me inside, his hand unnecessarily tight on my arm as he cut the zip tie, "You're stuck here until MI6 come to pick you up. Don't even think about trying to escape, this place is full of cameras. We'll be watching your every move."

With that he shoved me to the ground, hard and walked back out locking the door behind him. I picked myself up of the floor and wiped some dust of. Walking to the window I looked at the view. There wasn't much, lots of grass, mud and trees. The thing that was most obvious out the window though, was freedom. Freedom I now didn't have. MI6 wouldn't be here for ages, I knew that, so I sat on the single seat beside the window stuck my feet on the sill and tried to get a few winks before they arrived.

A day later, I think, I woke up in a cell or what seemed like a cell. Everything was white. Slowly I sat up, blinking. I looked at my wrist; they had taken my watch. I checked my pockets, they had taken everything, except; my hand flew up to my earrings. They were still in. Calmly I surveyed my surroundings. The room was about four paces by ten, there was a plain single bunk with no sheets or blankets, and a toilet behind a partition. The room was made to intimidate. Everything was white, there was no window, and the only light came from a single square panel above my head. A thin black line marked the door.

I went to the door and ran my hands along the faint crack. There were no hinges, handle, or keyhole. I didn't expect there to be. There was no way out.

I sat on the bed, thinking. How could I get out? I still had my earrings but they wouldn't be any help until I got out of the room. The door opened and I jumped to my feet.

"You're moving. Let's go," the man had a gun; he looked about in his twenty's.

He stayed out of reach as I walked out of the room. There was another man behind him, in his forty's or around a bout. They walked behind me giving me directions as we went. I pulled my earrings out, looking as if I was running my fingers through my hair. There was a guard outside another door. Subtlely I switched the butterflies of the earrings and dropped them.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

I ducked, squeezing my eyes shut, blocking my ears and hid my face in my legs. The earrings exploded with bright light and a very high pitched sound. They were miniature stun grenades; not very effective though; the victims would only be out about half a minute. But that was all I needed. I looked back at the guards; they were both knocked out on the ground. Running over to them I grabbed the semi-automatic guns, swung one over each shoulder, before grabbing their hand guns, one went in my waist band, with the safety on and the other stayed in my hand. Bending down I pulled up the smaller guard and started moving towards the exit. I didn't get far before two more guards rounded the corner.

The guard I held started to wake up as I shifted him between me and the guns, holding my handgun to his head.

"Let me outta here!" I growled at the conscious guards, "I'll put it nicely shall I? Let me the hell outta here!"

"We can't do that."

Mrs. Jones came around the corner as my captive tried to elbow me in the side. I winced but didn't loosen my grip around him, instead I kicked him in the back of the knee, it weakened and he stopped struggling.

"Let him go, Gregorovich." Jones said.

"I can't do that. He's my ticket out of here."

"I'm sure we can negotiate."

"Oh and by negotiate you mean throw me back in the cell! No! I just want to leave. So, move out of my way now or I swear, I swear I'll shoot him."

They looked disbelieving. To prove I would I tilted the gun up and pulled the trigger. My captive flinched as it spat out a bullet, grazing his head before racing up and embedding itself in the roof. Everyone winced, believing I was serious now.