DISCLAIMER: I own Alex Rider. I also own a pet unicorn called fluffy.
CUB: SADISTIC BASTRADS
Perhaps Alex knew he couldn't keep his identity a secret from the SAS men. It was only fitting, however, that he played the clueless school boy for as long as possible. After all, he wasn't a spy for nothing. He was, for the first time, nervous. Both of his world were colliding and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The casual and comforting life of being an ordinary teenager was disappearing slowly, even if it was tainted with rumours about him being a drug addict. The fierce and cruel life of being a spy was catching up on him. He could no longer sleep without becoming a thrashing heap, unable to escape his reality even in his dreams, the one thing that should have soothed his tiredness.
He had given up. He had nothing to live for. Yet he still lived. Simply because he didn't want anyone else to live what he went through as a 14 year old. Many would thing that it was cool but they had no idea what he went through. He could barely breathe some days. His only friend had been a victim of his job. Suicide they said. MI6 even agreed that the bullet in Tom Harris's head was of his own accord. Alex knew better, he didn't have any evidence but he knew it was Scorpia. Scorpia never forgives. By taking away Tom they had set Alex on self destruct with no one to hold him down, they may have actually succeed in killing him. But not in the way many people wanted to.
It was with these thoughts that he quickened his pace he was running at. The Units had decided that they needed a run to 'calm them down'. Alex was sure it was only because they were sadistic bastards. Alex, already knowing he had been recognised, had streaked off ahead of his classmates immediately, deciding that showing the SAS men exactly what he could do was a hell of a lot better than acting like a weakling. After all, his classmates were going to find out anyway. Alex put on a extra spring of speed in his step as he saw the point they started from getting closer.
He crashed into the clearing, not exactly surprised that the SAS men were sitting around. Their eyes were drawn to him as he stood there, forcing himself to take deep, slow breaths. "Impressive." Wolf growled, not sounding impressed at all. In fact, it was rather sarcastic. "Go shower off and sit in the cabin. Be at cabin T at midnight."
"Are you going to be there?" Alex asked.
"Yes." Wolf snapped.
"This is going to be the best night of my life. I get to be around you." Alex chirped in a fake and overly bright voice before walking off towards the cabin to get his things for the shower.