Chapter 3: The All-Knowing Sergeant

SAS Training Camp

"Wow! I thought you'd never guess it! You must have hollower brains than I thought for it to take you that long!" Cub/Jag exclaimed.

The entire room waited for Jag's head to be chewed off by Wolf, but Wolf could help a smile coming over his face.

"You do realize that you're the only one who can say that and get away with it, don't you?" Tiger put in.

"Of course," Cub replied nonchalantly. "And I intend to make full use of it. After all, I am the expert at ticking people off….much as many captors have found out."

At this statement all of K-Unit had to burst out laughing. The other soldiers were still confused. One minute Fox, a legendary figure is talking to someone who he thought was a ghost from his past who he had killed and the next minute this 'ghost' was being rude to WOLF and getting away with it and even making Wolf laugh! This was almost too much for their brains to handle.

C-Unit was also mostly out of the loop, only understanding bits and pieces of what was being said. After all, they had met Cub on occasion, but most of the time that they really spent with K-Unit was when he was on a mission, mainly as that was just how the dates fell. All they knew was that Cub was actually Jaguar (or Jaguar was really Cub?) and that Cub had died after being shot and then later blown up two years ago.

"Ummmm…?" Possum broke the silence that ensued Cub's last comment.

Cub looked at him. "Let me guess-you want an explanation and proof, just like the rest of the people sitting in this room."

"Duh," Eagle and Raccoon stated in unison.

"Yea, but it's really creepy to see you with brown hair and green eyes," Fox reminded him.

"If you think this is creepy, what were you thinking all of those times we went under cover together? What were you thinking when you saw me as the perfect Arab homeless boy with dark hair, eyes and skin, and wearing rags?" Cub questioned.

"That was okay because I didn't know for a fact that it was you at first and your appearance was changed just enough," Fox retorted.

Cub started chuckling, "So you didn't know it was me when you held me at gunpoint and forced me to walk to the MI6 headquarters? You didn't know it was me when you threatened me and blew MI6's cover? That would have been just so perfect if it wasn't actually me and was actually a refugee!"

Fox's face turned beat red, "Well…I saw you go into the hotel with a man, and I saw that man with a slightly different appearance and someone your age come out of the hotel, so it was a logical conclusion, and the fact that you followed me in the first place hinted something to."

Cub couldn't stop laughing.

"Jag! STOP LAUGHING AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Heron yelled.

Fox quickly reached over and yanked Cub's wig off. "There, that's better. Except your hair is still a bit darker than it was…"

"Well, I dyed it brown until yesterday when I found out that you were coming and knew that you would blow my cover, so I washed out most of the dye and used a wig instead."

"So does MI6 know that you're alive, or was this all one big massive plan on your part to fake your own death so you could be free from them?" Snake questioned.

"I wish it was a big plan on my part to get my life back, but sadly no," Cub responded.

"Wait. If you're Cub, than that means you're not actually 23, you're actually…" Coyote tried putting the pieces together.

"I'm actually 17. I turned 17 about a month ago. I still don't know how you guys believed that I was 6 years older than I actually am."

"Well, in our defense," Heron started, "the sergeant told us how old you were and gave us an official file. And, well, you don't really act your age. Don't take offense at that."

"None taken. It's not really your fault that you haven't been living a lie since you turned 14 and haven't been manipulated to the world's content," Cub said with a sigh.

"Wait a second…" Fox butted in. "The SERGEANT told you how old Jag was? He came right out and stated it?"

"Yup. We thought it was a bit suspicious, seeing how he also told us that Jag may look younger but he really isn't," Coyote answered.

"We might've questioned it, but well, although his looks said one thing, his eyes told a totally different story," Raccoon added sadly.

"Yea, that's true. We-JAGUAR!" Heron screamed the last word. "YOU AND YOUR MANIPULATIVE WORDING AND CONSTANTLY GETTING US OFF TRACK!"

"What are you talking about?" Cub asked innocently.

"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT HE IS TALKING ABOUT, CUB!" Wolf shouted. "We WERE talking about how you were still alive, and now with your normal word twistingness, we're getting more and more off topic!"

Fox laughed. "You should see it when he had to get information out of the enemy. After a two minute conversation, Cub could have them pouring out every aspect of everything they knew!"

"Fox," growled Wolf. "You're doing it too. Honestly, I don't know what's with spies and directly every conversation that they are a part of."

"Back on topic," Tiger interrupted. "Did the sergeant know about you, Cub?"

"Of course," Cub replied nonchalantly. "He knows like everything. The MI6 gave him my entire file-nothing excluded when I came back here as Jaguar. I must say, he was pretty eager to get his hand on that thing."

"So the sergeant knew all along, and yet he didn't find it necessary to tell us, or even K-Unit for that matter?" Possum wondered.

"Yup. He knows a lot more about a lot of stuff and secrets than any of you guys. He's privy to almost every secret." Fox interjected.

"Wow. So he's like the all-knowing Sergeant?" Eagle asked.

"Yup. That basically sums it up," Cub agreed.

"Ugh! You sneaky spies are directing the conversation again! We have yet to hear what exactly happened to Cub and how he managed to survive!" Snake interrupted.

"Okay. Everyone sit down. Now START TALKING, Cub." Wolf said in raised voice levels.

Cub took a deep breath and collected his thoughts, "Well…" a small smile played at the corner of his lips and amusement raced into his eyes. Only Fox noticed this, and so only Fox knew what was coming. "That's classified."