Here is Chapter 2! Thanks for all of you that reviewed, put me on Story Alert, Author Alert, and those who added me to their favorites. Hope you enjoy this chapter. :) Merry Christmas!

Thanks to my amazing Beta Reader! This chapter wouldn't have been as good as it is without her. Thanks to you, Marie Elaine Cullen!

Disclaimer: Sorry, Ladies. I'm not a man, so I can't possibly be Anthony who, unfortunatly, owns Alex Rider. :(

I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts

I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far

They came in bumping. Loudly.

Everyone stared as they pulled into the guardroom. Some thought they were lost. Alex slowly rolled up his windows, shut off his music, and slipped his shades into his bag. He looked over at Tom, to make sure he hadn't wandered off yet, and nodded. Time to make their grand appearance.

They both hopped out of the car and landed at the same time. But, the second their feet hit the ground, they both got serious. Their eyes grew hard and serious. It threw off everyone in the room. They thought some funny boys would appear, but two serious men had arrived instead. Alex and Tom walked past all the men and started heading for the Sergeant's office, where the Sergeant was supposed to meet the trainees, and the other trainees followed behind them, stepping somewhat nervously as they looked around the place that would soon become a living hell for them.

Ah, Brecon Beacons. It was exactly as Alex remembered it, except now, several ratty green tents sat off to one side. They were barely big enough to hold two people.

Turning, Alex studied the man in charge of the men who would be living in those tents. The Sergeant was fit as ever. He didn't seem to have changed much since the four years Alex had last seen him. Alex pulled on his poker face, something that had become a habit for him, looking indifferent.

Tom, however, was seeing this for the first time, and was behaving quite differently than his mate. He was drinking it all in. He didn't see why Alex called this Hell on Earth. It didn't look too bad (Tom hadn't, however seen the sadistic playground that was the obstacle course yet...). But, Alex didn't usually put things under the 'Hell on Earth' category unless he seriously meant it. He was snapped out of his ponderings from the Sergeant, who was now yelling.

"Attention!" The man waited until all the men who were either veteran soldiers, had goon connections, were superstar teen spies, or were Tom Herris snapped to attention. Tom was still wondering how Alex had slipped his file into the Sergeant's office. Well, he was a superspy. "You maggots think that you're good enough to defend your country? If you are not one hundred, ten percent sure you can survive this grueling course, leave right now," he bellowed. He glanced around at the faces. No one wavered. "We don't use names here. I have no name. You have no name. You don't speak to me unless I give you permission. And when you do speak to me, you address me as 'sir'. Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" They shouted at the same time, some more uncertainly than others. "Good. If you complain, you'll be binned. If you can't keep up, you'll be binned. If you cry you'll be binned. If you do anything to endanger anyone else, you'll be binned. Personally, I want to bin all you wimps! Now, to your right are the tents you will live in throughout your duration. Two to a tent. If you don't like it, then boo-hoo." The sergeant glared at each of them, trying to find weakness in the faces of his new batch of trainees, but only finding determined, and fear-driven men who were determined to survive the following weeks. "We start tomorrow at 0400 hours. Dismissed." With that he promptly walked away, leaving some of the trainees staring at him, speechless.

"That was a little harsh, ya think?" Alex just stared at Tom. He saw that twinkle in his friends eye and seriously wanted to get away. Tom's idea of fun, was pain and misery for everyone else.

"Come on Tom. Let's get a decent tent before they're all gone." Tom ran ahead to pick one, but Alex lagged behind. He wanted to see who he was up against. Taking a quick survey he saw a few that, by the looks of it, would be out pretty soon. They were looking fearful, and not determined, had no muscles, and seemed to wince whenever they saw the clouds, which were a dreary dark gray. Just then, a man came up to address Alex.

His bronze hair was sticking up all over the place and his green eyes shined. He was slim, although he had a few lean muscles. 'He'll probably survive for a while' thought Alex. Though something was off, and Alex's gay-dar was tingling. "So, do you want to share a tent, you sexy beast?" The man unabashedly gave Alex the once over. "I'll tell you if you're too sexy for your shirt." He winked at Alex suggestively.

A shudder passed over Alex. "Sorry, I don't lean that way." He said as he edged away from the bronze haired man.

The man looked confused. "Excuse me?"

Alex tried again. "I don't play for that team."

Now the man looked utterly lost. "How did we get to teams?"

The blonde spy lost it. "NO I WILL NOT SHARE A FREAKIN' TENT WITH YOU!"

Alex walked away from the man, leaving him to find a tent mate. Tom had apparently found a tent, so Alex went to go check it out, before some other man who wouldn't take no for an answer decided to hit on him.

The tent wasn't the worst Tom could have gotten, but it wasn't perfect. It only had one hole in it, and it was fairly clean. They both climbed in and tried to make themselves as comfortable as possible a hard task. Alex had to unzip the bottom part of the tent so his feet could fit. He was tall, yes, but not a giant. These tents were just small.

Alex looked over at Tom to see how he was handling this, and was shocked to see the boy smiling and chipper. Alex was a little worried that Tom wouldn't be able to buckle down, but he had to hope. He was also a little worried about the sanity of his friend. Who would be smiling at the prospect of SAS training?

"Tom, do you still have that list I gave you?" Alex had given Tom a list of things on what to do and what not to do, just in case.

Tom rolled his eyes at his friend. "Yes, Mother, I have your list of 'How to Stay Alive at an SAS Training Camp'."

"Well then, Tom. Learn it, live it, and love it." As soon as the words escaped his lips, Tom started cracking up.

"Al, you sound like a person of a bad T.V. show!" Alex just glared at his friend and motioned towards the paper.

How to Stay Alive at an SAS Training Camp

Keep your mouth shut (For the love of God, Tom, SHUT IT!).

Do exactly what the instructors tell you.

If asked your opinion, give it clearly without any BS.

Don't cheat! They know all the tricks in the book.

When you're exhausted, slow down, but keep moving.

Do not skip meals. Eat all you can; you need the calories.

Don't stick out in the Sergeants mind, unless it's for a good thing.

Don't follow the 'pack' unless you're convinced they're going the right way. When in doubt, ask me.

Study the map; study the ground; know where you are at all times.

Always have your rifle in hand or immediately next to you during training. Keep the safety on though!

Don't take your Walkman or iPod on selection.

Remember why you came. To pass SAS selection!

Wow, Tom thought. Alex went into detail. Though, it really wasn't fair he couldn't bring his iPod. Oh well. "Thanks Al. This might save my butt." Then he glanced over at the clock. It was ten thirty. "Uh, Alex, don't we start tomorrow at four?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I don't want to be exhausted. Want to go to bed now?" Alex nodded his head in agreement, and they tried to drift off.

Though, it was a bit difficult to drown out the noise. The trainees were talking like excited school girls, and the people in the next tent over sounded like they were in the throes of passion. Looks like that bronze haired man had found a tent mate.

No, I am not Anti-Twilight. I thought I might like to add that in. I hope I didn't offend you. :)