A/N: GUESS WHAT GUYS! IT'S MARCH 12! AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? CHAPTER 21! Who's excited? I AM! And surprisingly enough, I've had no sugar yet today…..

Chapter 21:

As the large van neared its destination, the road became more and more bumpy, and soon Alex couldn't even keep his head on Ben's shoulder out of extreme discomfort.

When the soldiers had noticed that Alex was awake, they had tried to question him once more, but he refused to utter a single word. Soon, they just all gave up and drifted off into their own thoughts.

To say they were all happy to arrive at the base's main building would be counted as an understatement. Sparks, Texas, X-Ray, and Scooter wanted to know how a British spy had recognized them. The other four soldiers were content to find out at some point in the future. Ben wanted to know how Alex knew the soldiers. Alex just wanted to keep them guessing for as long as possible.

The ten of them quickly piled out of the van, before parting ways. Sparks and his unit, along with Alex and Ben headed to the Sergeant's office. The other four went back to their hut.

Sparks knocked at the door, before opening it when he heard a faint 'come in'. The six men entered. Four of them came to attention.

"At ease," The Sergeant commanded, and then four soldiers dropped into a more comfortable position. "So these are the two spies that the CIA told us we had to pick up from the airport?"

"Yes, sir," Sparks replied, being the captain of his unit.

"I was told there were a few issues that you encountered?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle, Sarge," Texas consoled with a smile.

The Sergeant sighed, "It's Sergeant or Sir. Not Sarge. So what was the issue?"

"Well, Sir," Sparks started. "There seemed to be another group of men that were also trying to get our British buddies over here."

"Another group?"

"Yea. The issue was that they were wearing the same uniforms as us and got to them before us."

The Sergeant raised an eyebrow, "And how was this rectified?"

"Well, the younger guy over here, I think his name is Will-"

"You think?"

Sparks shifted uncomfortably, and X-Ray decided to answer, "Yea, we think. He hasn't really given us a straight answer. The other guy called him Will, but he also all but said that wasn't his name."

The Sergeant's eyes passed over the two spies, and realized that it might be harder than he thought to get straight answers as to the situation.

"Anyways, so 'Will' seems to know the four of us, and so when he saw us he knew that the other guys were lying and knocked them out."

The Sergeant nodded before turning to Alex, "Care to explain how exactly you know of one of our best units here?"

Alex shrugged, "Not really. I'm sure if you think about it for a while it will all make sense."

Scooter turned to Alex, "We've been thinking about it for over an hour on the way here! Why won't you just answer our questions?"

The Sergeant made some shushing gesture at Scooter, "I'm sure he'll explain it eventually. Anyways, would you care to explain just how come the CIA called me up and told me to pick up two British agents and bring them to the SAS training field for protection? And why I'm supposed to find you two safe passage back to England?"

"Umm..." Ben started. "We're just as in the dark as you. Did the CIA say anything else?"

"Just that 'he talked. Mole inside MI6 ratting you out'. Make any sense?"

Alex and Ben exchanged glances.

Alex opened his mouth, "I would guess, Sergeant, that the CIA is talking about one of the guys we ran into while in Florida where we had a slight issue. I'm guessing that the CIA got him to talk and that he told them there is a mole inside of MI6. Which means that this mole has probably told a lot of people all about where Ben and I are and what our mission is about. And seeing how the CIA actually cares about people's lives, they probably did not want us to walk into a trap of any kind."

The Sergeant nodded, "I guess that makes sense. Anyways, I've booked a flight for the two of you and Sparks' unit to England via New Mexico. It leaves in four days. You'll be our guests until then."

Alex nodded, "Any guesses yet?"

Five heads shook in a negative gesture.

"I don't even know how he knows you guys," Ben commented.

Alex smiled, "Just remember: you owe me that Australian BBQ that got quite rudely interrupted last time."

Comprehension dawned on X-Ray's face before confusion settled in, "Oh! Wait….but your hair and eyes…"

Alex nodded, "Well, I have been dead for the past two years. Can't walk around normal."

"Well, we'll get you that good old Australian outback BBQ tomorrow night. And I promise, no more grenades."

"Alex?" Scooter, Texas, and Sparks burst out.

Once again, Alex smiled, "In the flesh."

Ben's brows were furrowed concernedly, "What does he mean? About the grenades?"

"Last time I was here, the ASIS made them set up some sort of training exercise to test my skill so that a certain one of their agents would go on a mission with me for them. Sparks and buddies over here had the job of luring me to the place through the guise of a BBQ on the beach. When I was about to leave they promised me a proper BBQ the next time I came. I made them promise that there would be no grenades."

The Sergeant nodded, "I was so sure I was sending a kid to his death, even with the tracker in his shoe."

Ben nodded, "So that's where you got the battery to send the distress signal for me to come pick you up."

Alex nodded, "Now who says they direct me to the food?"

Six men laughed at this statement, and Alex pretended to be indignant, "What? I am a teenage boy after all. No matter how old my identities say I am."

A/N: Not all that long, but it was a good place to end it. It's more of just a filler chapter before some more excitement happens.

Review and tell me what you think. I'm thinking there is going to be two more chapters until the end of this story. *sniffle*.

BUT…THEN THE SEQUEL TO THIS WILL COME OUT! It's going to be titled 'The Long Way Home' (can any of you guess as to what it will be about?) and I already have a sequel for that in mind. I'm not quite sure what that one will be called or what direction it will take, but I'm working on developing the idea.