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"What are those?" one guy who wasn't in my unit exclaimed looking at my chest.

"Those are scars... How did you get so many?" Cheetah asked.

"It's none of your business. Just act like you didn't see them." I said pulling my shirt on.

"Act like we didn't see them? You have a fucking bullet wound over your heart! How are we supposed to ignore that?" Giraffe said.

"Listen, everybody has their own history. You don't need to know mine." I said walking away. I looked over my shoulder as I was leaving and said "and technically it's two centimeters from my heart"

It had been a week since they saw my scars. They had asked me many times about them. I always replied that it was none of their business and not to tell anyone. If word got around that I had a nasty bullet scar... It might somehow get to MI6. I had no intentions of going back there anytime soon. I glanced at the clock and noticed the time, it was time for a criminal lecture. Apparently just to brief us on the different types of criminal associations. I already had a pretty good understanding of them already.

I headed over to the lecture hall and saw other soldiers going in. I went inside and sat with my unit. Not because I wanted to though, units are supposed to stick together. The man who was going to be giving the lecture stepped up onto the stage. He was a man in his thirties, who looked like he had seen many things. I had seen the look in his eyes before, it was the look I saw in my eyes every time I looked in a mirror. My eyes were no longer carefree and innocent like they should be. They looked far too serious, they looked dangerous. My eyes were part of the reason I could pass as a twenty two year old. No one wanted to believe a child could have eyes like mine.

"Today we will only be talking about one organization. This one was once at the very top, it was feared by everyone. A few months ago, an unknown agent for MI6 took them down." Some cheers when he said this "The name of this organization was SCORPIA."

I couldn't help but let out a slight hiss of anger at hearing their name. I saw Giraffe glance over at me. Damn, now they're probably going to wonder how I know them. I made my expression go blank again, I had a brief lapse of anger and it showed on my face.

"SCORPIA stands for: Sabotage, Corruption, Intelligence and Assassination. Those are the things they focused on. All of their agents were highly skilled in all of these areas. They even had agents who abandoned their own countries, these people betrayed their countries to join criminals. Their only reason to do this was money. They were just greedy and selfish."

That wasn't my reason for joining, however briefly it was. I thought I was becoming like my father, I joined for answers. As soon as I found out what they were planning, I was disgusted. Those people that would have died were children, my friends included. Well whatever friends I have left, most just think I was a drug addict and died. I couldn't even tell Tom I was alive, I didn't want to put him in danger.

"Now, we will be looking at one of their best assassins. He was originally part of the SAS, something that will always anger us. His name was John Rider."

Oh shit. Okay, I have to be calm. I must not show any anger, I am not supposed to know who John Rider is. He is not my father, I am Ian Harris. My father dies in a plane accident with my mother. A total accident, nothing to do with SCORPIA.

"We do not know many details about how John joined SCORPIA. What we do know, is how he died. We had captured John on a raid which cost us two of our men. It also disabled another man. We were all set until SCORPIA kidnapped the son of an important man. We had to make a trade, John for the teenage boy. The trade was done on Albert bridge, that was where John met his end. MI6 had him killed and we also got the boy back, a complete success for the good guys."

After that I zoned out, I couldn't listen anymore. Good guys? Who were the good guys? If both sides are fighting for what they believe in, who are we to judge? Both sides use dirty tactics and any means to get the job done. To me there is a fine line between good and bad. Even if you begin with good intentions not to hurt anyone, it doesn't work that way. People get hurt and killed. When it comes to SCORPIA though, they're just bad. Planning to kill all the schoolchildren in Britain? It's horrible to even imagine.

Eventually the lecture ended and we could leave. Today would be my first time doing the challenge course with this unit. I was actually curious about what my time would be. I must have improved since my last visit, I hoped so at least. We headed over to the challenge course and met the instructor. He was in his thirties and had average looks you could easily forget.

"Okay, You'll be going all at once on the challenge course, when I say go. GO"

We took off towards the course. Jumping over things, crawling ad climbing. I saw how all of these things were relevant to real life. I though of how many times of done things like this. I was the first one to cross the finish line.

"You, what's your name?"

"I'm Jaguar, Sir"

"Was that your first time doing the challenge course?"

"Yes, Sir" It had changed since last time, so technically it was my first time, the same things just in different order.

"Holy crap! How did you do that?!" It appears my unit had finished now too.

"I ran" I said simply.

"Yes, you ran. You also beat the record." Our instructor said.

"I thought the record hadn't been broken in almost twenty years?" Donkey asked.

"Yes and now we have a new record." he said.

My unit was looking shocked... again. Their faces were going to get stuck like that.

"Okay, everyone run it again. We still have an hour left." instructor guy told us.

After the challenge course we had dinner. I noticed more people were staring at me throughout dinner.

"What are they looking at?" I asked my unit.

"Word spread about you breaking the course record." Cheetah said.

Great, more attention. I guess I could downplay my skill but... I was too proud to do that.

"I see, I'm guessing there are rumors now?" I asked them.

"A few, some people think you might have been a gang. Others think you were a delinquent who went to military school." Giraffe said.

"and you guys? what do you think?"

"You're part of our unit, that's what we think." Cheetah said.

"Thanks" I told them, I gave them a smile. They seemed surprised since I didn't really smile.

I know I wasn't completely one of them though, they had fought together and created bonds. It was better than K-Unit I can say that much.

"We're all going to have some beers tonight, do you want to come?" Giraffe asked.

"Sure, why not?" What could go wrong with that?

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