Okay, important A/N: (hi all btw... :D) Yes, I did. I couldn't stand it... I love stories about Alex being stuck at SAS camp, so I write my own version. I don't even say it's going to be tried to be unique, some parts will not be any way. The differences: he's not alone, he's not known, he's a lot freer than usually and they won't be there all the time. So:
The most I can do about it, is offering an alternative reading way. People bored from SAS chapters (in the followings: SASCH) not wanting to read it: you can go on to Chapter ... (as soon as it's online this latter will be completed), I promise the story will be comprehensive for you as well.
Warning: SASCH (haha, you wanted to skip all the talk above, right? I did sayit was important, now you don't know what the warning's about...)
Chapter 5 – Day Number Oh
They were sitting at their usual table. It seemed a usual day. Thinking back, maybe a bit too usual. But the betrayal, this betrayal caught them off guard. Last year, when they were training, they thought they hadn't been tough enough, or they had been too tough or it had been random and K had been the letter they had pulled out of the hat. But right now, they started to feel like somebody high above their heads didn't like them. Better say hated them.
They were said to babysit S Unit while they were having a refreshing course, just like they. The difference between them was that the Ss finished training only a month ago. And then at some point they had been unlucky enough to run into a terrorist organization which sent them onto the floor – with their noses towards the ground. Serious unluckiness, but at least they survived it, and in the future there would be less chance for fate to cross their plans. Accidents happen all the time.
But Wolf was pretty sure somebody was helping a bit on the cruelty of fate to achieve this shit. It was just not normal. To top of that, it was double the shit they were in than last time. Somebody above their heads was too high.
When the two walked in, all head turned after them. It was unusual sight, this was sure. It could have seemed normal from a distance but the aura around them told at the first moment something was wrong.
The man was short with blonde hair. He seemed somehow strangely ageless, young and old at the same time. But more than that, he was walking next to a woman, about the same indefinable age. She had rosy-red hair she wore in a loose bun. They were both wearing fatigues as if they were SAS – besides the fact the SAS didn't allow women to be at their camp.
She smiled at him and nodded while taking their tray of food and sitting down… Yes, of course, they were heading towards them. Everybody, even the sergeants were holding back their breaths since they had entered, and now sixty astounded soldier was watching where they headed.
The hall was silent, a fly could have been heard, but the noise of their steps in the heavy military boots lost somehow. Silently, Wolf was praying, surprised at how much he remembered from his childhood, swearing soundlessly he would go to the church every Sunday, if this shit had not been theirs, just for the sake of variety.
Obviously, God didn't need his services.
"Wolf, Snake, Eagle. Can we sit down?" He didn't wait for the answer; they took seats at their table. At their table. Typical. The Colonel entered the dining barrack. His gaze ran on the eating couple who didn't even look up and sighed, sitting down to his place at the table of the officers. Quiet indignation followed the dead silence, and Wolf felt all the soldiers keep glancing towards their table.
"Who the hell are you?" The question was Goat's as his unit saw the Ks wasn't going to phrase it. The blond man patiently took off his spoon and broke from his bread.
"I'm Cub. You can call her Ama, by the way." He was going to have a hard time getting used to his old name again.
"But what the hell are you doing here… again?" Snake seemed to find his voice. Alex shrugged. A soldier came closer to their table with his unit letting them know his opinion in a mocking voice.
"Did you make Dad angry at you again, little Cubbie? It's not really practical irritating a head at MI6…" He laughed and not waiting for his answer walked by. Alex saw the gossiping soldiers at the tables from the corner of his eyes. He wasn't here for more than five minutes, and he was already hated. Again. He thought of his last mission and grinned at his meal.
"They don't know anything about you. Does your unit have more information about what you're doing?" Her soft Arabian mumble attracted the nearby units' attention, but they were not able to comprehend it – she had chosen a language they were not supposed to know, not at that level.
"I guess not. Everything about me is classified. I thought Wolf knew it after he had seen me on a mission when I was snowboarding down a mountain with an ironing board, but- he obviously didn't. Didn't realize what it means or simply doesn't care." Alex shrugged and continued eating. The less they knew about him, the better.
The soldiers ate slowly, and the couple was done sooner than them although Alex and Rose had come much later than the official dinner time. They stood up from the table only nodding to their new units.
"You're wordless." Her whispered statement was obvious, but he knew she was just concerned about her. "Once you mentioned you don't like them and your time here was like hell. Why?"
"SAS is the worst – along MI6 – of all the agencies and organizations I've ever met. CIA is just sour, the ASIS doesn't help you anything just jumps into action, but there, I was much more treated like a human form than a piece of shit, like here. At Scorpia, everybody was loose and concentrated but they were glad to have me there… Too bad they tried to teach me killing people. Not the training is the worst, sweating and doing exercises, but the air around, the feeling that you're unwanted."
"I'm sorry."She whispered, and he found much more comfort in these simple words than anytime before – she was maybe the only one he let comfort him. It was ironical enough that it had turned out to be the safest place for them, the same force they had proved to be weak only yesterday. But Scorpia couldn't attack them here so easily, the camp was secured from every possible danger in a miles circle – as long as they were going to be able to keep their little secret about that insignificant accident yesterday…
Soldiers passed by and Alex knew they were new recruits, he felt it from the way they were acting, their motions too stiff, their faces cautious. For a moment he felt pity even although he knew they had chosen it. He sighed and recalled some of his time at the Mossad. They had been good to him and admired his abilities, but they were somehow far from him, living in the world of fanatic religion. There, religion was the one defining their lives, that ruled what they did and how they did.
At Scorpia, that looseness came from the knowledge, the knowledge there weren't many people on world who could kill them or do better than they. The assassins were quick and lethal.
He sighed heading towards the hut he was going to sleep. She walked by his side silently looking around and absorbing every detail which was going to help her during the upcoming days. He wanted to take her hand, but knew it wouldn't make any good so he kept himself to his promise trying to keep his wife out of the most danger and uncomfortable situation possible. Slightly he wondered when he had become so overprotective about her, but that part of his life had nothing pleasant to remember to.
She wouldn't need it, he knew that. Somewhere deep inside, he had known that the first time he had got lost in those smoky grey eyes. That very first time, he had unconsciously already realized this, but it had taken him much time to be able to define it. It was the same reason his gaze first caught that particular glimpse that day in the hall of the bank: she had that inside her.
She had moved with the grace only assassins would have and her eyes reflected the same his had: the knowledge this world was no perfect, the knowledge, there were things truly bad. This knowledge could not be erased afterwards when some returned to normal life, this knowledge remained there in the old soldiers' eyes, in some policemen's, doctors' and nurses' who knew the world was fake with no overall justice.
Wolf fumbled over and glared with his best glare hoping he could be intimidating. Behind him came the others from the two units proving Alex didn't lose his way. His schedule was good enough. This building had not been the same they had had, the new recruits were on the other side of the valley being forced to come over every time they other occupation than sleeping – therefore most of the day.
The units who were already on duty got larger huts – and for the sake of the 'parenting' they did, the two units had the same hut, now completed with two new beds for the couple.
"You gonna sleep here?!" Chamois expressed his surprise and disbelief with some more verbs that Alex could faintly recognise as French, somewhere from the countryside in South-West France. Maybe this was the reason behind his originally French codename.
"I would have preferred sleeping somewhere alone, but obviously…" His voice was bored. He had previously decided that even if he hadn't had a real choice, he wouldn't take this as an assignment. He would take this as training, and he wasn't going to pretend so. If MI6 wanted to keep his identity, he would arrange that. He knew his voice hadn't been right from the mouth of the boy they saw him, but he didn't care. He had had enough pretending lately and he couldn't know how long had he been stuck here.
He headed towards the door but Wolf grabbed his shoulder. What a luck he had seen the movement from the corner of his eyes – the soldier wouldn't have possibly preferred being knocked out by a boy on his very first day. His voice was low but menacing.
"I don't what you two are doing here, but I don't like it. And I won't let you screw up things." He slammed the door behind himself. Alex sighed and followed him inside the hut wondering how worse it could get. Wolf had seen him at Point Blanc, had sent him a card when he was shot by Scorpia (the very first time), though he could understand the soldier just wanted to keep his unit out of trouble, as far from MI6 and everybody related to them, as possible.
He was going to take this as a lecture, he decided. A lecture that he could be one of the most experienced fighters at the camp, he could have given lessons for Mossad agents and done most of their training; here he was the one being taught and he had to stand it as long as there wasn't a better solution for the situation he had put himself in.
He looked over their schedule and the order their Sergeant must have gotten by now. He also had a copy of his file given them, but he didn't open that: he had already seen it hadn't contained anything, not even his age. There were just headlines and crosses as the letters repeated the same line by line: CLASSIFIED.
A quick smile passed his handsome face thinking about what the SAS had possibly said about this mountain of information, and he just read further the order. They remained here until the situation with Scorpia got clear, so for quite plenty of time. They were going to get tutors teaching them two hours in the evenings about the school material they lost. Alex was pretty surprised about this but then just shrugged, must be for the sake of the worrying heads Charlie – Grant! – talked about. He winced as he called his boss by his first name and decided it was good for one mock, but nothing more.
They were no friends.
Moving on, he discovered a fairly interesting line under the long text of their must-dos and threw up the paper to the woman having the bed above his. "What does this mean by your opinion?"
The woman easily found the line he questioned and let a huge smile spread on her face. "Doing whatever we want to without having any authority of the SAS above us? I'm beginning to like Grant. Maybe he's not that stupid we thought him to be." Alex snorted.
" 'Not having to follow the schedule of their normal SAS units, not having to follow the commands about their activities of the sergeants, not being required to obligatorily do any activities besides the followings (…) as long as they follow the general rules of the camp.' " He read aloud. "Oh, and don't forget the 'not having to take any responsibility for their reactions in answer to a provocation of the soldiers. Wow. This is gonna be interesting."
To be continued…
Next time, the training startsand we'll get to know what they are going to do on their first day and how the others will react to their arrival.:D
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