Hey everyone, hope you're all enjoying your holidays, if you're down south anyway, not sure if you northerners still have holidays =P I had great weather till I got home yesterday, been raining since then but heading hopefully back to sun in a couple of hours.

Enjoy, have a good time, love you all and here we go!! xx

CHAP 10 There's Always Another Option

We were given the same hut as last time. My clothes were already back in the drawers or they hadn't been moved, though I doubted that. It was tea time already and we made our way to the mess hall. I hesitated for a moment before following Alex and Wolf in with Snake beside me. Ignoring everyone's glares I got my food and sat at an empty table. Alex and the two SAS men overlooked me and went to join the other soldiers. It seems Alex was respected here.

We took part in all the classes and in each one Alex was respected while I was treated like dirt. The blond never said a word to me. Eventually we ended up being paired with each other in unarmed combat. Silently we glared at each other as Snake stood to the side.

We didn't even wait to be told to begin. Alex jumped forward, his eyes locked on mine, and brought his leg up in a round house kick. I jumped back narrowly avoiding it. He was quick. I threw my fist forward, and just as quick, he blocked before throwing his own. I ducked under his fist and kicked out. My foot connected with his stomach and he stumbled back. Settling back into a fighting stance I waited.

He growled angrily and charged at me, throwing anything and everything my way. I dodged what I could and blocked the rest, waiting for an advantage. His teeth clenched as his chest stretched across. A small hiss escaped his lips as he drew back slightly. I launched forward. My fist came up and connected just under his heart. He staggered back, his hand clutching his chest. I waited again, before feeling horrified. I had forgotten about his bullet wound.

My guard dropped, "Alex. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I forgot. I'm sorry."

He waved his hand dismissively and I stopped.

"Cub?" Snake asked, "What happened?"

His voice was coarse and barely understandable as he answered with a single word, "Shot."

"WHAT?!" Snakes voice stopped all movement in the hall, "WHY THE HELL WASN'T I TOLD?!"

"Alex, you should sit." I suggested.

He glared at me, "I'm fine, Adrienne," he sneered.

I bit back a sharp retort and stepped back, wanting to leave. I honestly hadn't meant to hurt him. Turning around I hurried out the door, knowing someone followed me. Breathing in the fresh air I made my way to the forest. Once there I slowly climbed a tree and perched in a low branch. It was quiet here, peaceful and a good vantage point as well. Through the leaves I could see who was approaching. It wasn't surprising to see Wolf stop a couple of metres from the trunk of the tree.

"You're not doing anyone any good by running and hiding," he called up.

"I'm not running and hiding!" I shouted back, jumping down, my hands balled, "And all of you hate me anyway!"

"If you're not running and hiding what do you call this?"

I hesitated for a moment, "A break. I call it taking a break."

"From what?"

"From everyone that hates me! They don't even try to hide it, especially him," we both knew who 'him' was.

"That's what all this is about isn't it, Gregorovich? Don't you think people believe they have a reason to hate you? Don't you think they do have some reason to hate you?"

I looked down, fidgeting, "Of course they have reason to hate me, I hate myself but, I just want them to give me a chance. Snake gave me a chance. You're giving me a chance. No one can see it from my point of view, that's all I ask, that they just try and see my way."

"People are giving you a chance. They want to see how far you'll go. They want to see if you turn tail and run, just like you did before."

I glared at him, "I'm not going to run. I've got no where to run to. This was my last option."

"There's always another option. Never forget that, Adrienne. Let's go back now."

I nodded and slowly followed him back to the huts, thinking the whole way.

We had target practice on the inside range, each person had their own target and line of fire, walls on either side. I reached for a gun when someone grabbed my wrist. Surprised I looked at the owner of the strong hand. It was a burly soldier from P-Unit. His red hair had been cut to a number one and he glared at me with hard grey eyes.

"Let go of me." I growled dangerously.

He ignored me, instead looked at Wolf, "I don't think she should be having a weapon, Wolf. She'll probably shoot us all."

"I wouldn't shoot everyone, except maybe you if you don't let go of me."

"Bear, you might want to let go." Snake suggested.

He didn't loosen his grip. I swung my wrist up, twisting his arm backwards. His hand fell off me. To make sure he remembered the lesson I brought my foot up and launched it into his side, catching him just above the pelvis. He stumbled to the side.

Bringing my leg back down I settled into a fighting stance and growled, "I did warn you."

A few soldiers chuckled as I stepped back and looked at Wolf. He nodded and I grabbed a rifle. Taking one last look at the embarrassed Bear I grabbed a full magazine and walked over into the range. I loaded the weapon as the soldiers joined me.

Two soldiers were joking beside me, "Twenty says the girl out shoots you."

I recognized the voice as Coyote. The soldier who answered was younger, a new guy, Lynx.

"Thirty."

"Deal."

I turned to face them, "You're on."

Coyote smirked as Lynx and I lined up with a target. We would just shoot in our own time. Lynx brought his gun up, aimed and fired. He had off a couple of shots before I fired instinctively. I finished before him though he fired first. Lynx pressed the buttons and our targets flew towards us. The bulls eye was only about fist size. Lynx wasn't too bad a shot. The majority of his had pierced the paper on the bulls eye, the others were scattered around the edge of the black circle.

I looked at my target. All of my shots were in a small circle in the centre of the bulls eye. I smirked as Lynx groaned.

"Aw, man."

The first week had just finished. Quietly I climbed into bed. Alex lay on his bed opposite me. He sat up.

"Adrienne?"

I looked across at him, surprised, "Ya?"

"Why are you doing this? Scorpia won't stop hunting you."

"I know, but I can't sit around and do nothing while they try to kill me." I laughed, "That's the most you've said to me all week."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I understand."

"Well, good night Drie."

"Night Alex."

Slowly I drifted off to sleep, a content smile fixed on my face.

Levi Kroll sat at his expensive mahogany desk. He banged his fist down on it. The sound echoed throughout the silent room. Three top assassins stood in front of him. They didn't scare easily but no one was comfortable when Kroll was in a temper.

"I want them dead! The three of them! I don't care how many it takes or what has to be done, assault the bloody camp! But by the end of the week I want them dead! And I don't want it to be quick either!"

"Gregorovich! You're wanted in barrack five!" Wolf shouted.

"Yes, sir." I said calmly, walking out of the gun lecture.

It took me next to no time to find the barrack. Fox was waiting for me at a table inside.

"Hi, Fox."

"Gregorovich," he responded coldly.

"More questions?"

He nodded, "MI6 want to know as much as possible."

"I'm not sure what else I could tell you about Scorpia."

"This isn't about Scorpia."

"What then?" I asked sitting across the table from him.

"Yassen Gregorovich."

My face instantly turned hard, "What about him?" I growled.

"MI6 want to know his where-a-bouts."

"Well there's no point asking me. If I knew where Yassen was I'd probably be with him not here."

"You have no idea where he might be?"

"No! If I did I would've gone to see him when I first escaped MI6." My voice rose slightly. Swiftly I clamped down on my emotions, trying not to get angry.

Fox was about to reply when an explosion vibrated though the hut and the windows shattered. We both covered our heads, protecting ourselves from the shards of glass. Climbing back to our feet we looked out. The hut next to us was gone, in its place lay splinters of wood and crackling flames.

"Scorpia." I hissed before turning to Fox, "We need weapons."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Let's go."

We ran outside and jumped into the four wheel drive, driving off towards the weapons storeroom. Fox kept his eyes on the track while mine searched around us, looking for the attackers. A movement caught my eye. To our left a person knelt on the hill a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"Hard right!"

Fox twisted the steering wheel. We swung to the right just as the rocket was launched. It exploded behind us on our left side, close enough so we could feel the shock. A minute later we pulled up outside the storeroom. The rest of the SAS were already there; they had heard the explosion.

"It's Scorpia. They're on the North side." I told the sergeant who immediately began shouting out orders to those who had weapons already.

Looking at me he said, "Stick with Fox. We won't give them what they want."

"What about Alex?"

"He'll be with Wolf."

"Sergeant-"

"We don't give in to terrorists, Wildcat! You're going to fight if it's the last thing you do. Don't try to play hero."

I was stunned. Wildcat. I actually had a name here now. Finally, I felt part of the group. Determination flashed across my face as I nodded. The sergeant began barking out positions for everyone, stationed closer to the South side. Quickly we ran off. This was a training compound, there weren't a lot of explosives which was exactly what we needed right now. We had mine explosives, a small amount of dynamite, stun grenades, and a few bombs, but nothing close to what we needed. Scorpia would've brought as much as they could carry each and possibly more in vehicles. They had rocket launchers, as did we but only five launchers and about ten maybe fifteen rockets. We were seriously outgunned and more than likely out numbered.

Fox and I ran into the mess hall with two other pairs of soldiers. Quickly we began pulling out as many tables as possible to use as giant shields. Under repetitive fire they wouldn't be much help but under single bullets they could save lives. We dragged as many to the soldiers as possible.

Fox picked up one end of the last table while I grabbed the other. Quickly we started running, Fox at the front. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Halting I jerked the table back. Fox staggered backwards just as the ground where we should've been exploded. The force threw us to the ground.