A/N: YAY! The big 2-0 has finally arrived!

Chapter 20:

Alex recognized the first man who stepped out.

The man opened his mouth to speak, "So wha-"

He was not able to get far. Almost as soon as Alex had recognized the man from his old life, he angled his body.

The gun he had just been reaching for was immediately brought up. Four shots filled the air. All four shots hit their mark. Four bodies fell heavily to the pavement.

Alex felt everyone's gazes on him. To them, he had just shot four random men without knowing basically anything about them. Or so they thought.

"Will? Care to enlighten those of us who don't randomly start on killing sprees for seemingly no reason?" Ben questioned.

"I am offended. I have not gone on a killing spree for like 3 years now! And that was all their fault! I had no choice in the matter! And anyways, I didn't kill them. I just…knocked them out for a good 36 hours."

"36 HOURS?"

"It's not my fault they decided it would be better for me to have the long lasting stuff for no reason except on the off chance that they were discovered by their buddies," Alex cried out indignantly.

Ben gave him a hard look, "We'll be have a discussion later."

"Yes, mum," Alex replied sarcastically.

"Wow. How original. Next you'll be telling me that my socks are untied," Ben responded, equally sarcastic.

Alex opened his mouth to give some witty reply, but he was interrupted by a loud cough from behind them.

The two spies turned around and faced the men who had approached them.

Strongman opened his mouth, "Well, I'm guessing that you figured out who was lying, due to your actions, so would you mind coming with us and continuing this father-son squabble later?"

Ben snorted, "Sure, but you should know that we're not…well what exactly are we, Will? Are we related or not?"

"Well….technically no because technically that… event… occurred two years ago, and so that technically was the end of the legal adoption. But technically that event didn't really happen, so technically I could still be adopted to you. And…I don't really know. It's too complicated to think about right now. Sometime when we have like a week to ourselves, we can figure this out. Ok?" Alex replied.

"Yeaaa…That sounds like a good plan." Turning back to Strongman, Ben finished his original thought. "Technically, we're not related. But depending on what way you look at it, he's my adopted son. But he's really only 8 years younger than me, if that makes a difference in this situation at all."

Strongman just raised one eyebrow.

Alex walked to the van, and clapped Strongman on the shoulder as he passed him, "Don't think about it. Just forget it. We're simply partners….but not in the creepy way you're probably now thinking of after that little spiel. Just the normal government way….if the government can even be called normal."

With that Alex and Ben walked to the van and climbed in, 7 of the men following behind. Strongman just stood there trying to figure out what exactly Alex had said and meant before shrugging and climbing into the driver's seat and driving off.

Another van pulled in behind them and picked up the knocked out men, following soon after the first van.

(PAGE BREAK THINGY….BTW, ALEX AND BEN GO WITH THE PEOPLE THAT ALEX HAD RECOGNIZED [the four men who climbed out of the van at the end of the last chapter])

The first hour of their car ride was very silent. Each man was left to their own thoughts.

It was broken when Alex decided it would be fun to confuse the men further.

"Is no one wondering why exactly I chose to come with you guys?"

Strongman took that as an opening for answers to the questions in his head.

"I think all of us are. I mean, you remain neutral, ask a million crazy questions that seem to have no meaning or relevance at all, and then suddenly you chose a side and knock the other side out in 2 seconds flat."

Ben muttered under his breath, "This should be interesting."

"I'll have you know that those questions were actually very informative!" Alex told Ben.

"Will. I've known you for YEARS. I'm sure they were….to your messed up mind. I have yet to understand a single thing you do, except for the shooting or knocking out of bad guys on missions."

"Well, that's your issue."

"How the heck is this my issue? You're the one with the messed up brain!"

"It's your issue because your brain capacity is obviously significantly smaller than mine if you cannot even comprehend the information a simple questioning can give you," Alex replied, not meaning a word he said.

Strongman cleared his throat, "Like I said, you can have this father-son/partner squabble later. Will? That's your name right? I mean, he's called you that a bunch of times, so it is your name, correct?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Alex replied.

Strongman was about to open his mouth again but got interrupted by Ben, "Don't ask. Soon you'll learn that you never get a straight answer from him. Somehow he can answer a yes or no question without answering it. Just give up and move on in life."

"…Ok. Anyways, I'm just going to call you Will until someone tells me to do otherwise. So what exactly did our answers to your questions tell you? I mean, how is 'what is the one thing you regret' and 'where's the worst place you've eaten' relevant to anything? I can understand the 'who sent you' question. That one's obvious. But what about the others?"

"It's quite simple, really," Alex began. "The question about the worst place you've eaten told me a lot of stuff. The other guys answered 'queer Egyptian café'. That tells me that they've probably eaten there recently and that was the first place that came to mind. It was obviously not a fully truthful answer, especially since that café is located so close nearby. One lie always leads to another, and liars have a habit of continuously telling lies, so that put them in suspicion."

"I guess that makes a little bit of sense… but not really," this came from one of the men Alex had recognized while four of them were getting out of the van.(A/N: Going to call him Man1 for the time being until he tells someone is name because I don't really feel like confusing you guys with wordy descriptions when it is all the same person)

"And the second question?" Strongman prompted.

"Well, I heard of a little…incident that occurred with a certain group of people that a lot of people regretted, and I was wondering if either of you groups were a part of this incident."

"What kind of incident?" Strongman asked, suspicious.

"Just something that happened to a younger man while on a continent."

Ben snorted once more, "You're never going to get an answer out of him. For some odd reason, he has this issue with telling people things and answering questions. In fact, this is the most I've heard him answer to questions in a long time…except for that meeting with the CIA a couple of days ago. I'm surprised he hasn't really lied to you yet."

"What do you mean by 'hasn't really lied yet'?" Man1 asked.

Alex smiled, "He means that I've given random general names for things in the past and haven't told you any specifics. Therefore, not really giving you any information at all while still managing to give you information. And then of course, stretching the truth a bit in certain areas, X-Ray."

Strongman slammed on the brakes and the van jerked to a halt. 8 of the van's occupants (the SAS soldiers) all stared at Alex in shock.

X-Ray (AKA Man1) narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "How do you know my name?"

Alex shrugged, "Between you, Scooter, Sparks, and Texas, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out eventually. Anyways, wake me up when we arrive."

With that final statement, Alex rested his head on Ben's shoulder and closed his eyes.

The entire van's occupants were staring at Alex in shock and confusion.

Ben gave them a piece of advice, "Staring is not going to get him to answer your questions. In fact, nothing will. But I'm sure he'll explain everything eventually. He generally throws people a bait to get their brain spinning, lets them thing on it for a while, and then explains everything. It's when he doesn't even let you know that he knows something when you have to worry and get creative."

Ben turned to look at the dozing teen's head and frowned, "I'm going to have to start charging you for the amount of time you use me as your personal pillow."