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.

NOTE: Sorry I was missing for 4 days! My friend was in the hospital. She's good now, and is comming home!

Two Hours after Hare's Unit left for the hike:

The Sergent looked at his men. MI6 had dragged his best out of combat, where they were needed!, to watch the assassin. Needless to say, he was furious. T-Unit, E-Unit, and K-Unit looked up from their chairs. Despite his protests, MI6 refused to supply K-Unit with another member, claiming it would throw off the balance of the unit's team work. Bullshit. They just didn't want to go through paper-work. The Sergent sighed.

"K-Unit, you were requested to shadow the assassin at all times. This means he will eat, sleep and work with you. "

Instantly there were protests. The Sergent wasn't surprised.

Snake was first. "Are we guarantied any safety? How do we know he won't kill us?"

Then Eagle spoke up. "Have you seen his shooting?" He waived the file for emphasis. "He is a better shot then Ibex. And we don't even how he was trained."

"There is no physical description, no family background." Wolf growled. "What's the point of this? Send him under MI6. They will have him talking in minuets!"

The Sergent rubbed his face. This was too much. If MI6 have no more then four words after six weeks what chance did they have? None.

He looked each solider strait in the eye. "He spent a little over a month 'under MI6' and they only got four words, and not the ones they wanted. MI6 wants to wait this one out, wear him down. I don't think this will ever work." He paused, so his next words would have affect. "There is another side. MI6 had an agent that train with K-Unit." They looked openly confused. "He was captured by a terrorist group, and held for interrogation. Then for no reason, they let him go. MI6 thinks the assassin might know why the group so quickly changed their minds."

"Was MI6 going to get him out?"

"I'm not sure. They won't tell me. Becase of the unique situation surrounding the agent, and his falures in the therapy they've been working on him..."

"Poor basted." Eagle interjected

"...He will also stay with K-Unit."

As the Sergent expected, there was an uproar.

The assassin was yanked put of his day dream by a branch slapping him across the face. He let out a muffled curse. Hare's unit spun around. At another time, it would have been funny. But the killer didn't laugh at much these days. Before the questions of his mysterious disappearance could start, the killer started to jog back to base. He didn't really care if the others followed.

When the unit finally arrived, they were late.

"Y-Unit!You have ten minuets to be in the truck. Move!"

Hare stated to run toward the unit's hut. Suddenly he stopped. He truned and looked at the assassin, standing alone. Hare couldn't smother the feeling of pity for the man. He opened his moth to say something. But what could he say? Nothing. Hare started running again.

Snake and Wolf watched in silence. Eagle had been pacing for the better part of two hours.

"...and why do we have to? 'Serve our country!' We had made some difference in Iraq, but here..." He trailed off angrily.

Snake stood up and crossed to the door.

Wolf looked at him, and Eagle paused for a second. "Where are you going?"

"Well, I'm from Scotland. I'm going back to Iraq."

Eagle frowned. "Do we know anything about the killer? The file must have something in it."

Wolf tossed the slim file to Eagle, "Here."

Flicking through it, Eagle resumed grumbling. "No background, schooling, physical features..." Suddenly he froze. With a shaking hand Eagle held up three pages. "Look at this."

Wolf tore the pages from Eagle's hand and scanned it. He let out a shudder.

Snake grunted irritably. "For God's sake, just read it!"

Wolf cleared his throat, "Week One: Various medical treatments. No effect. Pain-inducers. No effect. The..."

Snake cut him off. "No effect? Or no response?"

Wolf shrugged and handed the sheet over to the medic.

The more the man read, the more pronounced his frown became. "Some of this, is...well, not legal, in the way they used it."

Wolf snorted, "MI6 is above laws if their not caught."

Eagle nodded his agreement. He looked at Wolf. "What else?"

"Um... here. Week Two through Three and a half: Food and sleep deprivation coupled with halucationgentic meds." Wolf scanned the paper a cringed. "Week Four through Six. Various physical methods...and there's a list, from lest to most severe."

Snake looked concerned. "What was the wost?"

Wlof checked. "96 hours of constant whipping..."

"96?" Eagle roared. "Four days? That's torture!"

"Eagle," Snake pointed out, "This is an assassin."

"Still, that is a bit harsh." Wolf looked worried. "And right after that they send him here."

"Any recovery?"

"As you said Snake. 'This is a killer.'"

"Well," Eagle sighed. "The agent is coming, when, tomorrow? He can answer some questions. The assassin saved his ass, maybe they know each other?"

Snake shrugged. "Maybe it was just a coincidence. They might have never met each other."

The three brooded over this. The assassin was coming in an hour. Then they would find some answers.