I think my story is moving to slow. Leave a review if you agree. Or if you disagree. Or if you don't care. Or even if youre bored and wana say hi. I just wanna know if someone is reading this for sure. Anyway…

DISCLAIMER: Shelley is mine. So is the plot. But nothing else.

Moving on…

The sergeant walked in and almost stepped on one of the men.

"What the hell?" he shouted. "Who did this to my men?" he asked, glaring at the two teens.

"They're pathetic. Maybe you should amp up their training," said Alex.

"Yea and teach em that it's not just male terrorists they'll be fighting. Women are always more ruthless. ." suggested Shelley.

"Are you telling me, that you don't approve of our training?" he said threateningly.

The two of them smiled and nodded.

"My office. NOW!" he shouted.

They followed the sergeant to his office.

"WHAT THE HELL? You could have put my men out of commission!" he said it angrily.

Alex and Shelley were worried. SAS was the only place they didn't have to keep up their "were normal" charade. It was relieving. They didn't want to move to an unfamiliar place again.

"But you're right." He said, surprising them. "Our training has been severely lacking lately. The Units have been slacking off and they lack respect. They act arrogant. They need to be taken down a peg. So, since you already demonstrated you're skills, how would you like to help us out with that?"

Soon Alex and Shelley rejoined their Unit, looking appropriately guilty.

The next morning, all the Units were woken up by the emergency alarm. Smoothly, each unit got into gear and formation. They crept around their quarters and looked for the threat. K-Unit, being of highest rank, lead them.

"K-Unit to All Units. Anybody have a visual?" Wolf asked through the walkie talkie.

"A-Unit to K-Unit. Negative."

"L-Unit to K-Unit. Negative."

"C-Unit to K-Unit. Negative."

"What about D-Unit and F-Unit?" asked Wolf.

"Lynx? Goat?"

"Mierda!" Wolf said in Spanish, his mother tongue. "Where were they stationed?"

"Around the mess hall and sergeant's office." Someone replied.

"All units to Mess hall. Proceed with caution."

The units gathered around the mess hall. But Wolf noticed something. L-Unit was missing.

"Shit!" he said, this time in English. How did they get three units without making any noise? Wolf started making a new plan.

"They're out here somewhere. We know that they are stationed around the mess hall. So here's what we do. All units enter the mess hall. Take stations around every window and door. We pick them off one by one. Move out."

The units entered the mess hall and took stations. Suddenly, Rattler, from A-Unit, heard a noise from inside the kitchen.

"I'll go check it out." He said. Slowly he entered the kitchen. On the floor, tied up and gagged, were the rest of the units.

"Holy –"he exclaimed. The rest of his Unit came into the kitchen, guns ready. Rattler ran outside and alerted the rest of the units. Suddenly, before anyone could make a move, all the lights came on. With loud bangs, bars started to close of all the exits, including the windows. A soft clicking sound was heard and suddenly every single unit at the SAS camp was unconscious.

Cat woke up to find himself and his Unit, all conscious now, locked in the Killing House. Suddenly the T.V. came on.

"Hello, you sorry excuses for SAS units," said a voice from beneath a mask. It was female and very familiar. The figure removed her mask.

"That was fun wasn't it Cub?" Shelley said.

"What the hell?" Wolf exclaimed. Shelley smiled. Apparently, Shelley could hear them.

Cub walked onto screen, put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. Every single unit was startled. None of them knew about the two being together like that, other than K-Unit, and even they were amazed by the normally shy boy's display of affection. Even Shelley looked slightly taken aback.

"Very." Cub said. "But I have to ask. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SOLDIERS? THESE ARE THE AMATUERS WE SEND TO PROTECT OUR COUNTRY? IT TOOK US TEN MINUTES, TEN MINUTES, TO APREHEND SIX UNITS-THAT'S TWENTY-FOUR 'TRAINED' SOLDIERS!"

"Enough yelling Cub. You're gonna bust my eardrums." Shelley joked softly.

"Hi," Shelley started, confusing the soldiers even more than they were before. "My name is Shelley. I'm sixteen and I just helped my seventeen year old boyfriend take down six units of SAS."

"Starting in two minutes, all units will undergo a major training change. Say hi to your new teachers!" Shelley said cheerfully as she and Alex waved at the camera. "Now all of you are at an area of this training camp that you know really well. Killing House, mess hall, obstacle course, dojo etc. Your job is to complete the obvious tasks in front of you. But things are a little bit different. Nothing is as it seems. You'll see." The screen went blank.

"Stupid brats," muttered Wolf.

The screen came back to life.

"I heard that Wolf." Cub said with an evil smile.

Somewhere on camp, the other units laughed.

"Shit." Wolf said. Surprising his unit, his face paled.

Suddenly they heard gunfire behind them. Their two minutes were up.

"Let the training begin," Alex said, watching the different units through security cameras.

The next day the units woke up sore and reluctantly. They stood at attention as the morning alarm sounded.

They were all in shock from yesterday's events. They had been captured, by teenagers. Then those same teenagers had made them do everything they had ever learned, twice as fast and twice as vigilantly. The most amazing thing though, was that after everyone had gone through all the different things the teens had set up, the teens had done them all, easily beating all the best records.

They had a new respect for them. And they were completely embarrassed by how much they had underestimated Shelley ever since they found out that she had been the one to think up the entire training session.

The two teens now stood in front of the gathered units. The sergeant stood next to them. They whispered something to the man and then joined their unit.

"At ease soldiers," he said. "I hope you all learned some respect yesterday. Never underestimate the enemy. No matter how old they are or what they look like. And gender discrimination is illegal men!"

All the men shifted and looked down, refusing to make eye contact.

"You will continue your regular training today. Dismissed," he continued.

Everyone went back to their normal schedules. It was the first time Alex and Shelley would go through training with K-Unit together.

Alex was glad he and Shelley were paired up for everything. It made it easier to make sure nothing happened to her. Again...

The first thing they had to do that day was a 21 km jog through the woods. Alex and Shelley kept up easily with the unit, even pulling ahead at times.

Then they had to swim laps in the lake. After that they went through the obstacle course. Alex had improved greatly since his fist time doing the obstacle course. He could now do the entire obstacle course in less than fifteen minutes. Shelley wasn't much worse. She had some more training to go through before she could keep up though. The rest of the unit could run the obstacle course at about the same pace as them. Needless to say, they were the most physically fit Unit at the camp.

After that were language classes which Alex, who knew 13 languages didn't have to take. But where Shelley went, he went, so he helped out the teacher and the soldiers, keeping an eye on Shelley and everyone around her.

Then came shooting practice. Alex and Shelley had Scorpia training on their side so they had fun with it. Ignoring the other units in the shooting range, they let a little bit of their inner children loose. They bet on who could shoot the best from loads of unnatural positions. They shot from the hip, from the shoulders, while doing back flips or standing on their heads. Shelley even shot the gun with her arms tied behind her back. Alex couldn't top that. Reluctantly Alex handed over the twenty quid he had bet.

The other units went back to their own training, each thinking about the amazing teenagers they had come to respect.

K-Unit made their way over to the dojo for their last training exercise: combat practice with A-Unit and L-Unit. They walked into the large circular compound, taking their shoes off as they went in. they bowed to the sensei.

"When I point at you, you tell me what training you have in martial arts," he said.

He pointed at the members of A-Unit and L-Unit first. Each man had a blue or purple belt in karate and tae kwon do. K-Unit was last. He pointed first at Wolf.

"Sho (1st) dan black belt in karate. 3rd dan in tae kwon do. I have had training in street fighting a well."

Next was Snake.

"I have a sho (1st) dan in ju jitsu and in tae kwon do. Blue in karate."

Then Eagle.

"Sho (1st) dan in karate and green belt in tae kwon do."

Now Cat.

"Ni (2nd) dan in karate and ju jitsu. Experience with laido."

"Oh? You have experience with Japanese sword fighting?" asked the sensei, intrigued.

"My father taught me."

"Good, good…"

Then Alex. All the men looked at him, curiosity overtaking them.

"Schichi (7th) dan black belt in karate. Yon (4th) dan in tae kwon do. I have experience in using a katana and some types of Chinese swords. I have sho (1st) dan in ju jitsu. I have experience and training in street fighting as well."

The men stared, jaws dropped. Even the sensei looked impressed.

But the most surprising one to the men anyway, was Shelley.

"I am a Ju (10th) dan in karate, tae kwon do, ju jitsu, and kung fu. I have a hanshi samurai status in tae kwon do and karate. I can fight with a katana and with multiple blades and swords from around china, Korea, and Japan. I have experience and training with street fighting though not nearly as much as Alex."

What the hell? People who got hanshi status were often over 70 years old! How did this sixteen year old get it?

They were speechless and this time their jaws couldn't even drop; they were immobilized with shock.

They wondered how much experience Alex had with street fighting considering how much training Shelley obviously had.

"Amazing!" the sensei said. "You and Alex out rank me by quite a bit. I think you two can do your combat training on your own."

All the men sighed and let out a breath of relief.

The different dans: (only used for some kinds of martial arts.)

Sho Dan or 1st Dan - at this rank no formal samurai title is awarded.

Ni Dan or 2nd Dan - at this rank no formal samurai title is awarded.

San Dan or 3rd Dan - at this rank no formal samurai title is awarded.

Yon Dan or 4th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Renshi may be awarded.

Go Dan or 5th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Renshi may be awarded.

Roku Dan or 6th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Renshi may be awarded.

Schichi Dan or 7th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Kyoshi may be awarded.

Hachi Dan or 8th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Kyoshi may be awarded.

Ku Dan or 9th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Hanshi may be awarded.

Ju Dan or 10th Dan - at this rank the formal samurai title of Hanshi may be awarded.

It is not uncommon for a Hanshi to be well over 70 or 80 years of age before this title is ever conferred upon them.

I know it says its only used for some martial arts but I couldn't figure out a better system to show just how much these teens knew.

I feel like this chapter isn't as good as it should have been. but I have no idea how to fix it! do you have any suggestions? Critiques? Is anyone reading this still?

I don't know.

But if you are, please please please review! I need to know if I should continue or not. Is this story moving too slow?

Urgh. Well, I hope I convinced someone. I decided that if I don't get at least one review for each chapter I write, then im probably doing something wrong, so I'll stop writing until I figure it out.

Which will be much faster if you review!

I'm done begging now. It sounds too unconfident. And as prone2dementia said, I should have more confidence in myself.

So until the next chapter! (Hopefully…)

~C.J.