"Did you make your decision?" Iverson asked the next day. He sat behind his desk, fiddling with paper work so he wouldn't have to look at his agent in the eye.

"Yeah, Keith's agreed to be a dash."

"Don't call me that."

"But you are one."

"I'm still your leader too."

"And I'm your trainer, so sit."

"Your pin," Iverson said holding out his hand, "I have to change your status."

Lance rolled his eyes, "Couldn't you have just waited till I was thirty?"

"No."

Lance tapped his toe and folded his arms. He didn't like anything about this, but, he guessed it wouldn't be too bad.

"Here you go, take a look and see if you understand you're…curriculum."

"Its training, Boss," Lance hooked his pin up to his issued com unit, "Not a migration mission."

"Keith," Iverson said and handed Keith four blank pins, "hand those out to the rest of Voltron. Since you're the leader, its your job to teach them what Lance teaches you. I would have Lance teach all of you, but B section, as you have probably noticed, isn't normal."

"You sure," Keith jerked a thumb at Lance, "because he's not messed up at all."

"You're tone is duly noted."

Keith looked over at Lance, wondering why there had been no comeback.

Lance was staring at his com unit and crying.

"Lance?!"

Iverson laughed, "It's a number change, B2, not a migration mission."

"Iiiiii….I'm a…"Lance voice cracked, "a B2…I'm a B2!"

"And that's…." Keith was still trying to figure out why his right hand was crying so much!

Lance reached over and grabbed Keiths uniform and shook him, "A B2! B2!"

"I heard you the first time! What's that mean!"

"The curriculum has changed," Iverson said sitting back down, "You now have two major missions. I'll let Lance explain all that in detail, just know that I'm doing this behind a few section heads back, so keep it on the down low for a while, ok?"

()

"He looks like he's on cloud nine," Pidge said watching lance at lunch.

"He's been like that all day," Hunk muttered.

"Its starting to piss me off…"

"Leave him alone," Keith muttered, "he apparently got good news this morning."

"You know what it is?"

"A legal name change, that's it," Keith shrugged, "He hasn't explained it to me."

"You can't guess?"

"I can, but I don't like to when everything is so uncertain. Sendak hasn't made a move in three days and we have no idea why not."

"Ok!" Lance stood, "after all of you are done, meet me in Iversons office."

"I thought the black lion chose Keith."

Lance sighed, "If Keith wills it, meet me in Iversons office, please?"

()

"OK ALL YOU DASHS!" Lance beamed at his fellow paladins, "TODAY YOU ALL BECOME B2'S!"

He stood behind Iversons Desk with Keith while the other three sat in the front.

"I thought you were a B1?"

"Well, now I'm a B2!" Lances face could've split in have with how wide that grin was, "Which mean training is going to start right now. I spent the morning putting information together, but we need to put together the rescue mission first, Keith?"

The night before Lance had told him to seriously put a plan together. It had irritated him since that wasn't usually how they did things, but he rolled with it.

"Our lions are half a world away, but we have the intel to make this work."

"Oh?"

"The blades have people on the inside that have been sending coded messages to Earth. Iverson and S section have been holding them and trying to decode them, but without a working knowledge of Galren and Altean, no one could," Keith continued, "I went through them last night and gathered what we needed. Pidge, I'll need you to take this data and build us a working map."

"Roger."

"Hunk, I'll need you to help Pidge. Tag team it so neither of you are over worked. Allura, I'll need you to…use your diplomacy on this agency and really get in their gears about what's what. We know the galra better than they do, make sure they all get up to speed."

"What about you and Lance?"

"We have something else we have to do," Lance said, "we got…hearsay that there could be some folks working with Sendak inside this agency. I'll be showing Keith how B section does its job while you guys make it look like we're innocently working hard."

"We ARE innocently working hard."

"But you're also covering for us, so just look extra innocent, accept you Hunk, you're already innocent enough."

"Why would anyone sell out to Sendak?" Pidge asked, having the hardest time believing anyone would actually do such a thing on PURPOSE.

"Why not?" Lance asked, seriously, "If it helps to avoid all out war, why not?"

"Because Sendak is a liar!"

"They don't know that," Lance shrugged and stood, "Look, this is a different battle field we're playing with. I told you what I did only because everyone is already suspecting it. The agency, every section lost many members due to direct attacks, that could only happen if they were told before hand. The only thing is, no one knows who it might be. Every section is on the verge of blaming another section, then inside accusations are going to start cropping up because of everyone different secondary section alliances. Do you see the mess that's going to go down? Iverson has already put a pin in it for the time being, but that pin can only hold so much tension. If Sendak doesn't make a move soon, the agency will collapse under its own suspicions."

"…which is what they want."

"THAT'S why Sendak hasn't attacked again!"

Lance nodded, "Keith and I will figure something out, till then, look innocent."

()

Cadet McClain ran down the hall. He was so late, so, so late! Professor M was NOT going to let him go with a warning this time!

"McClain!"

Lance skidded to a halt and turned to see Rodrik beckoning to him.

"I'm late, S7," Lance snapped, not appreciating being called by his real name by someone in the agency, "Talk to me this weekend when I'm not busy."

"you're already late," Rodrik reached out and grabbed the boys shoulder. Lance twisted and shoved the book he was holding into the mans side.

"I said, this weekend, S7, you get me?"

Rodrik, when he could finally stand straight again, gave Lance a searching look.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute…"

"And I said, this weekend, would be best," Lance said through his teeth, as if he were hiding something.

"I see," Rodrik nodded, "Then how about we go get a snow cone together? My treat, of course."

"Sure thing, whatever."

Lance was again running down the hall, his gut writhing.

()

"Are you sure about this?" Keith asked.

"I've been doing this a long time, Keith, of course I'm sure about this."

()

"I don't like this," Allura scowled as Lance and Keith boarded a small earth made ship.

"We can't take the lions, allura," Lance rolled his eyes, "the lions will give us away, plus, you guys are coming shortly after. How much trouble can happen between now and then?"

"Don't jinx yourself," Pidge said, giving him a playful kick to the shins, "see you before the day is out."

()

Lance licked his icecream while Rodrik ate his snow cone.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

"I wanted to know more about you trainer," Rodrik said and noted the boy stiffening at the question.

"What about him?"

"I know he was a good man, and we worked together a lot," Rodrik said, "I wanted to know if you also share his…convictions."

"He died before he got to share those with me," Lance said, "care to share?"

Rodrik was silent for a while then asked, "If you could save half the casualties in world war two, would you have turned a blind eye to the holocaust?"

Lance paused, his tongue hanging out as he observed the older man.

"Explain."

"B1, your trainer was a man who had nothing but the planet in mind for everything. I know, your first and only mission is self preservation, but your trainer was different. He only cared for others. He cared for the majority and the minority. His ideas would have shaped the world for the better. There would be no fear, Kerboros would never have happened."

"I see," Lance gave a small smile, "then I'm even more sorry he's gone, tell me more."

()

They walked silently along the ship. When they found the prisoners, however, the status quo changed.

()

"Hey, listen to this," Pidge waved her phone in the air, "I got the mission report where Lances trainer died!"

"Really?"

"Oh, he's gonna me maaaad…"

"Not if he doesn't know," Pidge sang, "someone in the S section gave it to me."

Allura had snatched the phone out of Pidge's hands and started reading. Pidge scowled, but waited, knowing she'd get to read it eventually.

But then Alura went pale.

"Oh my gosh…"

"what!" Pidge and hunk grabbed it and began to read on their own.

"B1U3 died in the line of duty protecting his and three other trainees from A5K2, who had sided with the Roddakin," Pidge summarized, "No wonder he didn't wanna talk about it."

"It also said he killed the other agent to protect the other kids. He killed someone at the age of ten!"

"And he couldn't tell us any of this?"

"Would you?"

"….no…"

"Why would an agent give this to you?" allura asked, suddenly curious, "I don't like this."

"Well, we all know the other sections have no love for Lance. This could be one way to get back at him."

"I'm starting to really hate these other sections," Pidge muttered, "they really get on my nerves."

()

"B1U3 was an isolated incident," Iverson stressed, "you know this better than anyone!"

"Not according to this," Lance said slapping his report, "Agent Blue is more influential than you think. He was a wonderful, friendly, humorous, and kind human being. I aspire to be just like that."

"You, Lance, are playing with fire."

"You handed me the match, boss."

()

Keith sucked on his teeth and observed the restraints on his wrists. Lance had put them there. They had found the prisoners, were about to let them out, when Lance spun him around, clapped the cuffs on his hands with practiced ease, and shoved him among the other prisoners. Then he'd left.

Keith hated assumptions…but…

"Are you ok?" asked a woman, probably in her thirties, if not, forties.

"Yeah," Ketih said, "I'm fine, just trying to figure out what exsactly happened."

"Its ok," she said, patting his hand, "now that I get a closer look at you, you seem very young, you must be separated from your parents. But its ok, we'll look after you."

Keith REALLY hated assumptions.

()

Lance watched as the dust he and his comrades had fanned out into space gently dispersed. That was the tell that the green lion, with its new and improved cloaking, was right next to the ship.

"Ok you five," Lance said turning to two Galra and three agents, "they're here. Now remember, we want them all alive when we present them to Sendak. Do you get me?"