Hiya, peeps, it's WarOfChange again with my 3rd installment of ARLWL. Thank you people who reviewed/liked/followed my story- it really makes my day to see those alerts. Keep giving ma feedback and I'll feel compeled to write more! :P

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Something was wrong, that was for sure, but Wolf couldn't place what it was. Walking home through the shadier part of town with his unit, he just had an abnormal foreboding. Of course, being an SAS soldier would you regular paranoia, but this was just crazy. Fox, Snake, and Eagle were all buzzed, due to prior agreement that no one would be completely senseless in this part of town, and were all acting like idiots...Eagle especially. Whose idea was this again. Oh, ya, Fox's. He would have to get revenge later... Wolf only had soda tonight and now he was thanking it for not hindering his awareness.
"Hey, Wolfy, Wolfman, Wolf-io, what's got ya down in the hell that is... intelligent thought?" drawled a way too happy Eagle. "Cut it, Eagle. Just got a weird feeling, it's nothing."
"Aww... ya sure, Wolfy?" giggled Snake. Giggled? Seriously, these were the men protecting their country? "Ya look kinda thinky!" he burst out laughing with Eagle and Fox. "My God, men, seriously we are almost to the flat, just hold it together a little longer, please!" Wolf, or Wolfy as he had been christened, exclaimed in false exasperation. "Aww, ya know ya love us, doncha Wolfy?" singed Fox while clasping his hands and beating his eyes.
"Shove off, ya homo," he teased. "Aww... that one hurt dude, that one hurt...," the accused countered and returned to his previous conversation with the others.
For now, dealing with his idiot 'friends' kept his mind off of his previous paranoia.

Step, in, out, alert... stay alert! Another step, come on, through this ally then you're on a major road, come on. Breathe, remember to breathe, in, out, in... in... out, that's it. God, stay alert, you could pass... pass... pass what? Oh ya, you could pass someone. Danmmit, stay alert, now!

"Hey guys do you hear something?" noted Fox, ever the ex-spy. Suddenly all the men where were on such an alertness that even the sergeant would be impressed. All heads snapped to regard an ally, echoing with the sounds of someone making their way to the exit of the ally. Analyzing the reverberations, Fox concluded that the someone was probably really drunk and chocking or really hurt.

Step, breathe, in, out... wait. I-I-I heard something... someone? People...? I-I... need h-hel-help...

The soldiers took a few hesitant steps forward, hands inching towards the concealed weapons all of them carried when off-duty under their shirts. Just five feet away from the alleyway a figure collapsed in front of them and all froze in shock. Before them lay a young man, completely bruised, beaten, and battered. He was of average, if not smaller than, average height with torn, thread-bare jeans a few sizes too big, an old aviator's jacket covering his bare chest, and his scruffy, blond hair was half tied up with a band, half tucked into am old mail-boy cap. It was obvious from the make-shift bandages littering his body and his state of hygiene and dress that he was hurt and homeless or on the run. After a stunned silence, snake, ever the medic and mother hen, finally snapped into action. "God," he put simply as he carefully rolled the mysterious boy over, noting how thin and pale he was. Intelligently assessing the wounds, still sluggishly bleeding, he muttered under his breath. It was clear that the boy needed immediate medical attention- he was too pale and thin, plus this environment put him in serious risk of infection.
"Shit, Snake. Give me a run down," ordered Wolf after he had gathered his wits.
"Well, he'll need medical attention, now, or he won't make it much longer. No time to get to a hospitable. I say we get him back to the flat. He probably already has some sort of infection and obviously malnutrition and dehydration."
"Fuck. Alright, I'll carry 'Im. Eagle ,Snake, you run ahead and get the medical... stuff ready. Fox, you're with me," phrased the leader oh-so-eloquently, and so the troops set off.
As Wolf gingerly picked up his charge, he was startled by the boy's weight. He must be, what, 16? 17? And here he was, not even as big as a pre-teen. God, this was all so fucked up. What the hell am I getting into...

So ya that's my 2nd chapter. Sorry for it being so short, but writing these things is pretty difficult for me so give me a break. Give suggestions and opinions in reviews (if ya don't mind). Thank you ! :D

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