Kind of a short chapter, but I wanted to get something to you before I leave for California. I got the best present in the history of presents for Christmas: I got a yellow Mini Cooper! I was crying after I opened the box that had the key in it. :)

When they got the OK to start the assault course, K-Unit, all five members, started running at a pace the SEALs could only keep for about 3 miles. After that, they started to fall behind.

"You guys are slow. All those Big Macs getting to you?" Cub slowed down and taunted. J growled and sped up. He was not about to be beaten by a British person, and a kid at that.

"I do not eat Big Macs. That is an American stereotype, Cub!" J yelled back at him. Cub started laughing and ran back up to his unit. He kept running.

"How fast is this kid?" J asked incredulously. L shook his head and M just stared after Cub. "Ok, fine. Don't answer me. It's not like I care."

"Sorry, J. It's just that this kid is amazing! No one should be able to run that fast, especially with a bullet wound." M said quietly. J stopped talking too, probably trying to figure out how many times someone would need to get shot to get used it. He didn't figure it out before they got to the obstacle part of the course.

"They expect us to do this? Who do they think we are, super spies?" J asked. The course was looked so impossible, it was impossible to describe. Cub snorted and J sent a glance in his direction. Cub was looking at the course and...was he laughing? The course looked impossible, Cub had an injured shoulder, and he was laughing at course that even his unit thought was impossible? Obviously something was wrong with his little deranged mind.

"Cub, don't scare the Americans. We like them, most of the time." Wolf nudged Cub and he winced. "Sorry, Cub. Forgot about the injury."

"It's ok. It's worth it to see the look on the SEALs faces. It's quite funny."

"You still shouldn't be on the course." Wolf argued.

"I've never been big on common sense." Cub smirked.

"You guys are really weird, you know that?" M stated after this exchange. The rest of his squad nodded.

"So we've been told." Eagle smiled. Wolf smacked him.

"Let's go, pansies! This course isn't going to finish itself!" The sergeant yelled at the group of men standing at the entrance to the course.

"Right Sarge! We're moving!" Wolf called. They looked at each other.

"I'm so gonna win this." M said with a knowing smile.

"Not if I beat you!" Cub called over his shoulder. He was already halfway over the wall they were supposed to be climbing.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" M called after him. But it was too late. Cub was already crawling under the next obstacle and was out of his range. "Confident idiot." He whispered.

Cub grinned inwardly. This was going to be so much fun. He had already timed himself on this course and he could do it two minutes faster than anyone in his unit. He was anxious to see how he compared to the SEALs. But, as he looked behind him, he saw one of the SEALs a little too close for comfort. He was only 20 seconds behind him. With new determination, Alex surged forward. He didn't want to be outdone by an American. Actually, he didn't want to be outdone by his unit, either. But this guy, K if he remembered right, was really fast. How did he do that?

"I am going to kill you on this course, Cub!" K yelled to him.

"Not if I beat you first!" He replied. K growled and sped up even more. Alex figured he didn't want to be beaten by a teenager. Not that he knew he was about to be beaten by a teenager.

By the end of the course, the SEALs and K-Unit were all panting from trying to keep up with their very competitive team members. K and Cub had raced the whole way back, only to tie at the end.

"Good work, Cub. I guess I won't kill you." K stuck out his hand and Cub shook it.

"Not bad yourself. Race you to the mess." Cub yelled.

"You're on!" K took off at a full sprint. How did they both have that much energy left?

"You seven are a bunch of pansies! You were left in the dust by those two. They have the right idea. I don't care that Cub is the youngest, but you lot are going to catch up!" Sarge yelled at the group of men and the nodded. "GO!"

The seven of them took off at a much slower speed than the two competitors, but still made good time.

"What took you so long? I was about to come look for you. I thought you had gotten mauled by a bear or something." K said with his usual monotone.

"Well, we obviously aren't as fit as Cub, and I think you are just hyped up on caffeine to go that fast." Snake shot back. He was exhausted. They all were, but they still had to hit the shooting range before dinner in two hours, so they couldn't take the much needed and well deserved nap they wanted.

Merry Christmas everyone, and thank you to my beta, Mrs. Frank Hardy, and to everyone that reviewed last chapter! Happy Holidays, y'all!