"Yes, ma'am, that is what he said."

Mrs. Jones gave Wolf a doubtful look. Eagle shifted beside him, and Snake subtly kicked Eagle under the desk. The things Wolf put up with!

His attention, briefly drawn to the other two present, was brought back to the second-in-command's voice. "So, summarily speaking, Alex asked after Tarel. He denied being raped. Then he stated that we did not put him up to the task of seducing the target."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Jones nodded. Wolf couldn't help but notice a faint crease between her eyebrows. She was stressed out for sure if such emotion slipped through. Wolf patiently waited for the dismissal, but to his surprise, it didn't come.

"Wolf, we would like you three to assist with... Alex's debriefing. You will be paid extra, of course." It looked like the words were lemon-flavored to her. She popped a mint into her mouth and awaited Wolf's response.

Wolf blinked. "Ma'am, with all due respect, I feel that K-Unit and Alex do not have the best of relationships."

Mrs. Jones nodded, as if she were expecting the response. She probably was. "You would not have any contact with Alex. You would only be watching through a surveillance camera. We ask that you look for any discrepancies in his testimony, that you formulate questions for our agent to ask, and that, in the case Alex lashes out, you interfere."

Wolf looked at his teammates, the two who knew Alex from training. Snake dipped his head once, and Eagle inclined his chin slightly. Yes. Wolf looked at Mrs. Jones. It was easy money, after all.

"We'll do it."

Alex glared at Ben. He'd already stated three times over what Tarel had told him, and he wasn't afraid to say so. "I told you the location three times already. I told you when and where the plans were supposed to take place. Aren't you going to verify it? I'm sure you have better things to do than ask me the same things over and over again."

Ben's face had been a mask while asking him who, what, when, where, how, and why repeatedly. He had only asked questions. Alex got the distinct feeling that the questions were carefully calculated and whispered to Ben through the earpiece he was wearing.

Alex didn't like the room - it gave him the creeps. The walls were white, and the door was plain. There was a single black table between Ben and him, lit by a naked bulb between and above their heads. Alex was sitting on a simple metal folding chair, his arms folded on the table. He was leaning forward slightly. Someone had dressed him in a plain gray t-shirt and slightly-darker gray sweatpants while he had been unconscious. When he'd awoken, Ben had brought him from a cell similar to the one he encountered after being caught with Scorpia to this interrogation room and closed the door. Alex slumped further at the thought.

Ben, on the other hand, was sitting ramrod straight. He stared intently at Alex. Unlike their time together on the Snakehead mission, Ben was acting distant and unfriendly. Almost like a robot, in Alex's opinion.

"Alex," Ben began. Unlike when he asked, "What happened after Tarel moved you to his bedroom?" and "What did he do to you?", Ben hesitated. Alex couldn't figure out why Ben had felt the need to rephrase the question and walk him through the interrogation multiple times, but he waited for another repeat. This time, however, Ben gave him some information. "I'm asking you the same questions to make sure you have your story straight."

Alex rolled his eyes and rested his cheek on his elbows. Ben's face turned sideways, but his expression didn't change. "I'm not lying. It's entirely unnecessary."

"Still, you wouldn't tell me what you and Tarel did in the bed where Wolf and the others found you."

Alex blushed, again. He'd reddened every time Ben had asked. "That's none of your business. It has nothing to do with the mission. Tarel told me what I told you. That's all that matters."

Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's very important to MI6 to know their agents' activities."

It wasn't a question. Alex didn't answer it.

"Alex?" Ben was looking at him again, blank-faced yet coldly. That was the last straw. Alex had had it with MI6. He stood up carefully from where he sat and looked Ben straight in the eye. The folding chair screeched angrily as it was pushed back.

"No. I'm done. I gave you what MI6 wanted: information. I don't have anything else to say to you."

Ben lowered his gaze to the table. He seemed reluctant. "Alex..."

"What?"

"MI6 is questioning your loyalty."

Alex half-smiled. It was some kind of a joke, right? "You're kidding me. Why would I lie to you?"

Ben's look hardened at Alex's flippant attitude. "MI6 believes you may have been romantically involved with Tarel."

With a huff, Alex plopped down into the folding chair and crossed his arms. He leaned back, frustrated. "I can assure you that I did not like him. At all."

"Why not?"

"He humiliated me. Repeatedly."

Ben nodded once. "Did he threaten you?"

"Yes."

"Did he rape you?"

"No."

"Did you have sex with him?"

"No."

Eagle, Wolf, and Snake were sitting in a small room adjacent to Ben and Alex's room. Eagle, being particularly verbal, was formulating the questions and telling Ben what he should ask. Snake was looking through the medical evidence and half-listening to the audio provided by the cameras. Wolf was watching and listening to the conversation.

There were three hidden cameras in the interrogation. One watched both of them from the side, showing the door. One focused on Alex. The other could be moved around to look at anything. At the moment, it was watching Fox - or Ben, as they'd recently found out.

"Did you have sex with him?" the digital Ben asked Alex.

"No." Wolf took a deep breath. The kid was digging himself a grave.

It was a blatant lie. Wolf had found the kid - he knew what he'd seen. Semen dribbling from his mouth, hickeys all over... Wolf couldn't help but wonder if Cub really worked for MI6. After all, he was withholding the truth about their relationship.

"Ask if he was drugged," Eagle said into a microphone positioned in the middle of the table. He was leafing through the papers next to Snake, who was jotting down notes for him.

"Were you drugged at any point?"

"No. Well, not until Wolf showed up and tranq-ed me."

Wolf put his hand on his forehead and squeezed his temples methodically. They were trying to find ways for the kid to show he was loyal or to show he'd been tricked or... something. Something to show that he wasn't romantically involved with Tarel or that he wasn't lying. Cub just didn't get it. He kept denying his and Tarel's relationship, leading to suspicion cast on his alliances.

Snake piped up for the first time in a while. "Tell him that the doctors found semen in his mouth and anus. See what he says."

That was news to Wolf. There was medical evidence that they'd had sex. Did the kid just not get it? He aimed the third camera at Cub's face.

"The doctors found semen in your mouth and anus, Alex."

The digital version of Cub looked bored. He didn't so much as flinch at the news. He didn't say anything. He just stared at Fox as if to say, "And?"

Wolf furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Cub's face. He didn't seemed perturbed as he should be - he'd just been proven wrong. A traitor would be more nervous for sure.

"The hell?" Eagle muttered, frustrated. "Is he an idiot?"

Snake seemed to be at a loss for words. "Uh, Fox, ask... ask if... um..."

Wolf studied the youthful face of Cub. It was relaxed, though perhaps slightly embarrassed. His fair hair was skimming his eyebrows - maybe covering some teenage acne. Full lips, curled downward. Straight nose. A normal-looking, everyday teenager.

Kid. Teenager. Youthful. Cub. Wolf blanched.

All titles given to the young.

It couldn't be...

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