Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never will be. A girl can dream though.
Chapter Three
Wolf's POV
Our plane lands, and we search for Seis Unit. I'm so glad to be out of that flying death trap. I still don't like planes. Fox and Snake had their iPods to listen to music, but unfortunately I left mine on my bedside table. Also unfortunate, the flight attendant gave Eagle a Red Bull, and I had to listen to him talk nonstop through the flight. I can't wait to be at the base-airports make me feel like I need a shower.
"That's them on Flight 9, Wolf," Fox states with a twitch of his lips.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"Their body language screams nervousness."
"Aah, they must have read our files then" I joke.
"Hey! There they are! We're finally here! I hope we get a chance to go to the beach, I want to check out the girls!" Eagle pretty much screams in my ear, and after that, I tune him out.
We finally reach Seis Unit, which felt like longer than it really was, probably because Eagle wouldn't shut up. We do the usual introductions before they lead us to a silver Tahoe. The soldier named Tiger climbs into the passenger seat, wait, driver's side, because this is America, and cranks up the car. Some country music comes on and he starts drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I thought there was supposed to be five of y'all? We got five files, and from the information in the file, he must have been really good." Tiger asks after the song ends.
We all look at each other and finally I stammer out, "He, um, he retired, and, um…moved to America." Why does Cub have a file? If he is a government secret that few people are supposed to know about, why would you give him a file? Bloody MI6.
"While y'all are in America, y'all should try and meet up with him." Rabbit replies.
"Yeah, that's an idea," Snake replies a bit too quickly. Luckily, after that, Tiger hears a song that he likes and turns the volume back up, effectively ending that conversation for now, at least.
After 30 minutes or so, Tiger finally slows down and hands his ID to a guard who signals us through the gate. Seis Unit leads us to a hut similar to the ones at BB, and say that the next day we are going to talk at Bayview High School, and that two
days later all of the eleventh years are coming to spend two weeks at the base. We get dressed into our fatigues, and they give us a tour of the camp. Then, we all have our assessments to determine where we are in our training.
For the endurance assessment we go on a five mile run on a wooded trail. Cobra finishes first, then it's Rabbit, Fox, Eagle, Snake, and Tiger. Ox and I follow at a slightly slower pace. Then we go to the assault course that looks about as complicated as a McDonald's Play Pen.
The fighting assessment was dull. Eagle fought Rabbit and won; Rabbit tripped on a fold in the mat, and face-planted, but they laughed it off. Fox fought Cobra and won easily because of all the practice he got sparring with Cub. Snake lost horribly to Tiger-he never was any good at hand-to-hand combat. I fought Ox in a long, drawn out match. We were fairly close in ability, but I threw in a couple moves that Cub showed me and finally ended it with a faux punch to the left temple, and a real punch to the stomach.
The language assessment was pretty standard and was over quickly, leading to the weapons assessment.
The weapons assessment started with all of us grabbing a handgun, before disassembling and reassembling it as fast as possible. I smirked when I saw their shocked expression at how fast we did it. Those competitions against Cub are starting to pay off, I think to myself. Then we are led to a series of unmoving, moving, and human shaped targets. Eagle finished in first place with a 97% having hit a couple on the second rim. Fox came in second with a 93% having missed three and hit five on the outer rim. Snake was third with a 89% having not quite adjusted to this particular firearm yet, and I got 86%, because I was more of a brute strength soldier, not a shooter.
"Cub would have pounded you, Eagle, you should have taken the lessons when he offered to help you!" Fox states with a smirk.
"I didn't see you doing any better, and besides I thought we decided not to make fun of anyone not up to Cubs standards, none of us would pass." Eagle replies.
"You're telling me that Cub could have done better than a 97%?" Ox asks with a sneer. "That's nearly impossible."
"The words impossible and Cub should never be used in the same sentence. We have known him for three years now and we have seen him take out fifteen assassins by himself, snowboard down a mountain on an ironing board with bullets flying at his head, be shot in the heart and live, and, he even got Wolf's ex-girlfriend to leave him alone. If you knew her, you would know how big of a deal that is," Fox says, ending with a chuckle. "He has the luck of the devil, and I still don't know if he has bad luck by even ending up in the situations he gets tangled in , or good luck for surviving them and completing the missions," Fox says ruefully.
"Why did he retire if he was this good at what he did? Also, both of your files said something about having ties to Spec Ops, did y'all work together?" Tiger asks curiously.
"Yeah, I was in the SAS when he originally came to train, and then later, I transferred to MI6. He was my mentor, I went on missions with him, then the heads sent me on a couple by myself. Don't know how he handled it for so long. I eventually decided to go back to the SAS. He was like a little brother to me, but I was glad when he decided to retire. I didn't like what it was doing to him." Fox replies.
"But you have to admit, he was the best. He's saved our arses too many times to count." Snake states.
"Why did he retire?" Rabbit asks.
"It got too much for him, he wanted to settle down, have a normal life. When's supper?" Fox replies.
"Oh, we better hurry or we will be late!" Cobra says, then takes off in a sprint towards the mess hall.
The next morning we arrive at breakfast with just enough time to grab our food, eat it, then run to the gate to wait for Seis Unit. When they arrive about 2 minutes after us, we load up in the 2 hummers we are taking to the school. Rabbit, Ox, Snake, and I are in one, and Tiger, Cobra, Eagle, and Fox are in the other. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something really important?
"Do you feel like we are forgetting something really important?" Fox asks. It's like he read my mind.
"Yeah, I have had that feeling since yesterday, but I can't figure out what." I say to Fox.
When we arrive at the school's assembly hall, all the students shoot us curious glances, it must be because we are wearing our fatigues. When the 11th grade students start arriving, the sense that I'm forgetting something gets even stronger. I glance around the room and notice all the girls whispering excitedly to their friends and practically melting in their seats.
"…so hot!" One girl attempts to whisper.
"Wha.. are ….doing here?" Another girl whispers rather loudly.
"I could take him." one guy says while puffing out his chest. Finally the whole year arrives and the assembly starts. I zone out and just start glancing at the students. That redhead is going to befine in a couple years, that guy looks like the male version of Angelina Jolie, Cub's hair grew out, that girl looks like my sister…..wait! Cub's hair grew out, that's what I forgot! That's why this school sounded familiar! This is Cub's school. I'm pretty sure that even though I'm trying to cover up my shocked expression, that Cub can see it. I discreetly get the rest of the Unit's attention and nod in Cub's direction. Fox's face reveals nothing other than a slight twitch of the lips, which I suppose is a smirk, Snake's eyes almost jump out of socket, and Eagle smile is so wide, I'm surprised his face doesn't break, and he starts bouncing on the balls of his feet. When the assembly ends, we see Cub start moving as quickly as he can without sprinting, trying to get out of there. and we all start to chuckle.
A/N: sorry I have not updated lately. School has been crazy busy and I live about 45 minutes away so it basically take an extra 2 hours off my day, then don't even get me started on the amount of homework I have every night. This weekend we are moving to an apartment about 5 miles from my school, so hopefully I'll be able to update more! Also sorry for my "Southern Slang", as much as I try not to make it sound country, I cant. I am from Alabama, and so the word "y'all" is a legitimate word. Haha please bare with me, I am new to writing stuff that other people actually read, that wasn't an assignment. Ok, that's all I think!
Adios amigos! (practicing my Spanish, yeaaah)
Woah, hi, there, followers of this pretty great (and sadly, almost grammarless) fanfiction. Our dear MLM24 now has a beta. Me! I'm Achieving Elysium, nice to meet y'all. So, now, just saying, the grammar and flow of this is going to be so much better. So. Much. Better. I'm going to stop ruining this now.
Au revoir, mes amis! (Yes, I have to practice my French!)