Disclaimer: I do not own any Alex Rider characters. Any mentioned that appear at any time in this story are the property of A.H. Any others are of my own making; and if there are any references outside of A.R series that are real, such as places or people, it is not intentional.
Rain, rain go away. come again another day. Obviously, this had never been head in Beacon Beckons. otherwise, it might have been a nice crisp fall day. In Yorkshire. But not here.Hare was huddled in a pathetic excuse for a hut, an extra bunk shoved against the wall. A killer sharing the same room. What if they werekilled? After all, wasn't that his job. THEY would probity call it collateral damage. the rest of the unit was huddled miserly on their bunks. they were leaving in two days. No, only one, if today counted.Hare hoped it did. The assassin had arrived right after breakfast. He had been there went three units had been pulled form the mess, sent down to the white van. Only five people came back, all from diffidentunits. It had been a sorry sight. There was a pounding at the door. Wearily, Hare got up to get it. A soldier stood there, dripping. Someone was shoved inside. Before he could make out any fetures, the assassin slid into the shadows of the hut, slient.
"He'll just stay in here today. You can continue your schedule for today. Tomorrow you will leave on a two day hike, and when you come back, you will leave." Slamming the door, the soldier left.
The assassin stood. Hare sighed.
"Not much of a talker?"
In response, he got a piece of paper.
Hare looked at it.
проваливай. (1)
"...Not willing to talk. May have basic military training. (But that could be faked, Hare thought, if you watch any army movie, all they say is 'Yes, sir') There is nothing in records that you are allowed to see."
It was the day of the hike. Hare and his unit, and leech assassin, were packed and ready. The subject of conversation stood in the back of the room, not moving. It was annoying. Hare hadn't seen him so much as blink, much less eat, or sleep. And now they knew, as did the assassin, that there were no records his current unit could see.
"Dimissed"
"Yes, sir."
This time, the assassin didn't speak. Wonder why, Hare thought. But he shrugged. Wasn't his problem. They grabbed their bags and left.
Hare hated the assassin. sure, it was an easy hike. but even the most uptight soldier would grumble a little. it was a hike! this was where you could complain. Nope, not a word from the killer. Mabie he has no tounge. that would be gross. How would he eat? Hare shook his head. He would deal with it. Not his problem. He'd find out more tonight, over dinner. Hopefully.
(1) проваливай= Piss Off! Isn't good to know your Russian!