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. I do not own Baker Street or anyone that lives there. Sadly

Snake was angry. After the assassin spoke to Ben, it was obvious the two had met. But now the assassin didn't speak at all. Luckily, Ben was happy to pick up the slack.

"So, we're going to the mess hall? Rider, do you think they'd be happy to see you?"

Wolf looked at Fox. "So, his name is Rider?"

Fox nodded. "Yep. Alex Rider."

"Hump." Eagle glared at the killer. "Another unofficial member..."

Fox stopped walking. He looked at Rider. "They don't know who you are?"

All he got in response was a glare.

Fox turned toward the rest of K-Unit. "You have no idea." His face paled.

Eagle interpreted. "Yes, we have no idea who the hell he is. Frankly, I don't care. Let's eat." He shoved open the doors to the mess hall.

The room instantly quited when K-Unit steeped into the room. Then the whispering started.

"K-Unit's back?"

"Remember Cub? Now they have a killer."

"Shitty luck."

"Does the killer talk?"

"Maybe he'll give me a lesson?"

Wolf shook his head. He didn't know that solider gossiped like old mother hens. It was amusing, to say the least.

The strange unit quickly stepped up tothe food line. The whole mess hall watched them.

Snake shifted uncoferablely. "Don't they have better things to look at."

The assassin stared at the man for a second.

Eagle smirked. "Nope. I'm beautiful."

Wolf grinned. "Have you looked in a mirror lately."

"No. It ran away every time he came near. Probably didn't want to crack."

The assassin cut past the gaping unit and grabbed some food.

"You know, that was petty funny."

Wolf glared at the unnamed solider who was sitting at a table a fet yards away.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"No! Th..that's why I talked to you, and not the assassin."

Snickers spread through the mess. K-Unit quickly grabbed seats at a empty table.

Then the door burst open. In staggered two units. If you could call them that. There was six men. One man from both units had been injured in the explosions the following night. They had bonded together. The combined unit stepped up to the food line.

The goup walked past KUnit's table. A man at the end of the grup paused.

"You." The whole mess hall looked at the man. He pointed at Fox. "Tell me. Where is he?"

Fox looked confused. "Who?"

"The killer." The man clenched his fists. "i want to kill him."

Wolf stood. "Goat. Calm down. Rider didn't do it. If he did, he wouldn't be eating with us."

The man, Goat, scanned the table. He saw the assassin. Goat grabbed him by the back of his uniform and dragged his to his feet.

"I'm going to kill you..."

He was cut off. "Many have tried, and they have all ended up dead. Do you want to take that risk?"

Goat growled. "My man has been injured. He might die. It's your fault."

And there it was. The finger of blame. For a second the assassin was seriously tempted to kill the man. But he reamed calm. He spread open his hands. "We can discusses this in a more private setting."

"No. I want witnesses."

"And you will have them. Just not here. And not now."

"Fine." Goat nodded and turned away.

The assassin backed up a few steps. Eagle watched the whole exchange, confused.

Then Goat spun around, throwing a crippling blow. If it had landed.

Goat moved forward a step, carried by the momentum of his blow. The assassin was standing calmly to the side watching.

"Surely, you can fight better than that?"

Goat glared at the assassin. Quickly he was flanked by his five comrades.

"While this is an impressive tour de force, can you do anything?"

The assassin was swiftly surrounded. Eagle stood, ready to intervene, but Fox pulled him down.

"There is no way he will win." Eagle whispered.

Fox softly disagreed. "I've never seen him in action, but this should be an example to all of us, if what I've hard is true."

The two men turned to watch as the seven fighters squared off. Wolf silently disagreed. The odds were highly agenst the killer's favor.