A/N: Hello!! Thanks to all me reviewers for reviewing! And I have decided that I am going to do Wolf this chapter and then K-Unit (except for Fox) for the next chapter. It'll be like a bonus chapter! OMG!! –deep breath- Okay, ranting over.

DISCLAIMER!! Alex Rider and all that comes with him belong to Mr. Anthony Horowitz and not me…

Okay. Let's begin...

Chapter 3, Wolf

Alex Rider is something else. I admit when he first came to SAS, I thought this was some sort of joke. A teenager? Not even eighteen. No way this kid could even be a soldier, much less a spy!

How wrong I was. First off, he passed the survival course. Even if he had a lighter weight than we had on our backs, I was surprised he hadn't collapsed in exhaustion. He even pickpocketed some matches from the sergeant. I hadn't even known he had matches.

That kid even managed to save my career as a soldier, despite me teasing him and calling him names half the time. I'll admit that I'm afraid of heights. And I'll also admit that on that parachute jump, I was about to pee in my freaking pants. But lo and behold, just as I was about to chicken out, a foot nailed me right in the butt. It took me a second to process that it was in fact, little Cub, who shoved my sorry behind out the plane. And a second after that I realized that it would probably be a good idea to open up my parachute. Nonetheless, I knew I had to thank the kid somehow. I wished him good luck and sent him off.

He's not a bad kid, you know. I really did hope to work with him again. I really did hope he would survive whatever hell MI6 was sending him to.

I was relieved to hear some word about him shortly after. But, I was absolutely frustrated at that blasted MI6 for using him yet again. He barely survived this time, and they were still sending him off to die again! And I was supposed to lead the team that would follow him into Hades!

Even though he couldn't understand my motives, I argued against his assistance. I wouldn't let him have a gun because maybe, if he wasn't so stubborn, his lack of a weapon would force him to stay with me, and that way, I knew he wouldn't get hurt.

Of course it didn't work that way. He ran off, and I managed to follow. I ended up taking a bullet for him, but it wasn't serious, so it didn't matter. I sent him off after Greif and that was the last I saw of him for a while.

Not too long after, I was sent to Baghdad. When I heard of Alex Rider next, I found that MI6 was still using him. Alex had gotten "appendicitis". Of course, this was a cover name we used for a gunshot wound.

I was even more frustrated at MI6 for that. But after all Cub had done, I had to send him a get well card. Appendicitis or not.

Get well soon, Cub. I heard it was appendicitis. Good luck with the gunshot wound. They're really nasty.

Sincerely, Wolf…

A/N: Yah, I hope this was okay. I like Wolf. He cool. I wasn't really sure if there was enough dialogue to get his whole personality so I just guessed. I hope it sounded like him. Please review. I'll probably post the next booonus chapter within a 48 hour time frame so be on the alert! YAY!! Oh, should I do a James Sprintz one? I was just wondering. Please give me your opinion so I can start writing that section.

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