Sorry for the late update. Got a little caught up.

"As you all been informed," The Sergeant said once all the units had gathered outside, "the selection is going to happen in the next few week."

"Yes, sir."

"This year we have a uh," The man cleared his throat and Alex thought he saw displeasure flashed across the man's feature, "a special change in our schedule."

A long pause as the units didn't dare to speak nor ask any questions.

"All the units are joining the selection this year," Sergeant William said, scanning the soldiers though his gaze lingered a second longer on Alex before sweeping passed, "It should be an easy job, I suppose, after all, the training you have been through. I expect no arguments and if you do have any objections, voice it now."

No one said anything and the Sergeant continued, "I want you to join the recruits starting from tomorrow. You will be there, partially for as their supervisor as well as for your own training. It might raise their spirits a little and push them onward when they see you all so energetic." That drew snorts though it quickly diminished as the sergeant trained his eyes on them, "But I want none of you to be helping them, is that clear?"

One of the soldiers spoke up, "Permission to speak, sir?"

"Go ahead."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Bloody MI6 said something about running out of soldiers to use. Said they could get soldiers faster if we have 'helpers' on the selection tests." The Sergeant said almost furiously, "They should train their own, not stealing from us."

The soldiers, of course, knew better than to comment on it. Instead, they settled by shifting just so slightly on the sand they stood up to express their emotions.

"Although you have passed the selection phase, you will get binned if you do not pass it on record time. So no lolling around and catching butterflies, get to it. I am not saying that you should just go ahead and leave the recruits, go at a constant speed that will make sure of your finish. Leave any recruits who cannot follow your pace behind. We are not here to train baby to become soldiers. They need to finish the course on their own with minimum push from you. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, now get packing and meet back here at 0500 sharp. Coyote, come here."

Alex looked at the Sergeant in surprise and so did the other soldiers, especially K-unit, "Me, sir?"

"Who else is Coyote beside you?" The sergeant sighed.

"No one," Alex stated.

The sergeant just stared at him with increasing exasperation.

"Alright, I am coming." He sighed reluctantly and jogged slowly over to the sergeant, ignoring the glares and stares from the soldiers. Sometimes, the SAS soldiers were nothing more than curious kindergarteners.

"Let's talk in my office." Sergeant William said in a low voice as he steered him away.

"So?" Alex asked as he stood in front of the sergeant's desk.

"You can take a seat if you want." Sergeant William gestured at the spare chair behind him as he sat down behind the desk.

"I will pass." Alex declined politely.

"Have it your way," Sergeant William shrugged, knowing better than the question the judgments of a seventeen years old spy, "As you have probably guessed, sending the camp to the selection tests aren't our decision. It was the MI6's decision."

"Let me guess, from Mr. Emotionless and Mrs. Peppermint," Alex muttered.

Sergeant William raised an eyebrow but refrained from commenting, "Yes, from the head and the head deputy. It was more of an exercise for you, as they informed me earlier than for the camp really. But it is a good exercise for the rest of the camp as well."

"Did they specified as to what I am to do during the selection?" Alex asked.

"No, nothing." Sergeant William shook his head, "But I have a vague idea of what they want to accomplish." At Alex's small nod, he continued, "They want you to be a hundred percent accepted into the camp. And by going through and pass the selection process under the undoubtedly watchful eyes of the other members and recruits, you will earn their respect and ultimately a place in the camp without too much question of your origin and abilities."

"How nice of them," Alex remarked.

"I think it is a rather nice notion," Sergeant William told him, leaning back in his chair, "It will take attentions off you without any hassles that you want to avoid. Like your…line of work."

Alex did not miss the hesitation though he debated against saying anything about it, "Of course."

"What do you think of it, Coyote?" Sergeant William said then raised an eyebrow, "Coyote, really? You should have gone with someone like Ocelot as your code name, something similar to Cub, not Coyote."

Alex stared at the man to see if he was joking or not, "Ocelot? Excuse me for saying this, sir, but I have no intention of reminding K-unit of anything about their former member Cub. Besides, Ocelot just sound extremely…demented in a lot of ways, sir."

"I have to agree on that with you, Coyote." Sergeant William chuckled slightly, "Why Coyote, though?"

Alex shrugged, "Coyote reminded me of some snarky, sarcastic, quick, witty character."

"That fits you?" Sergeant William's eyebrow couldn't have climbed higher.

"With respect," Alex smiled amusingly, "Your eyebrows are trying to climb out of your face, sir."

"That really does fit you, doesn't it?" Sergeant William sighed and his eyebrow dropped from its escape.

"I have no idea what you mean, sir."

"You are a good kid, Coyote." Sergeant William said suddenly with seriousness in his tone, "I am glad that you are still a kid."

"People don't normally call me a kid." Alex muttered, "Unless they are the ones that end up dead because of their carless underestimations."

Sergeant William chose to ignore that though Alex did not miss the wince, "Your line of work had damaged too many people that I lost count. How many years have you been in service?"

"It is…classified, sir." Alex said reluctantly.

"Of course," The Sergeant just nodded, "And you are loyal too."

"I signed the Official Secret Act before I came here." The teen told him with a roll of his eyes.

"And I am glad that they haven't knock humor out of you."

"Soon, my humor will be gone." Alex reassured him with a smile, "And be replaced by sarcasm."

"Alright, enough of chitchats," The sergeant sighed heavily, "You are dismissed, Coyote. And remember to get enough sleep. Selection isn't easy."

"So I have been told."

What did the sergeant want with you?" Fox asked as he came into the cabin.

"Oh, a little of this and that." Alex shrugged easily as he sat on his top bunk, Fox looking up to talk with him.

Fox nodded, knowing an evasion when he saw one. Eagle, either he was extremely dumb to the point of extreme or simply did not notice, asked, "Come on Coyote! Tell us! You and the sergeant were being very secrecy. And since when was the sergeant so nice to people?"

"Good point," Snake butted in from where he was unlacing his boot on his bunk, "Care to tell us, Coyote?"

"No, I wouldn't care to tell you." Alex said as he undid his own boot and dropped down from the top bunk, landing right next to Fox's in perfect straight position, "Good night."

Fox just glared at the action.

"That wasn't exactly an optional question, Coyote," Wolf spoke up.

Alex paused from the act of pulling the blankets over him and turned to the leader, "It wasn't? I thought it was phrased exactly like one. Excuse my poor English then. Good night."

"You!" Wolf growled and stomped toward Alex's bunk, Fox hurriedly stood up in defense, "And Fox, I don't care what fluffy relationship you have with Coyote, stop defending him!"

"Don't talk to Fox like that," Alex commented, leaning against the railing, "If you have any problems, you can talk with me."

"Oh, I have a lot of problems with you!" Wolf snarled.

"Fire away." Alex shrugged, sitting up straighter in a cross-legged position, "I am listening."

"Who are you?"

"Coyote. K-Unit's current fifth member. Nice to meet you." Alex said and hid an amused smile as Wolf grew only more enraged. Fox sent him warning glances that he promptly ignored.

"Why are you here?"

"Joining SAS, of course. I am twenty years old and I am of age. Unless I got it wrong somehow, the minimum age was eighteen."

"Yes, but…" Wolf trailed off uncharacteristically.

For the first time, Alex realized that his argument actually make a lot of sense. He was 'twenty' years old, therefore old enough to join. Except maybe he didn't look twenty enough. He groaned, so that was what the problem was about. It wasn't because they know that he was seventeen, it was because of that they thought he was too young. If he told them his fake age, everything will probably become normal. But did he really want them to like him and accept him?

"I don't know why you hate me so much," Alex glanced at Wolf, "But if you want to hate me, go ahead. If you can't even get over a little sarcasm thrown your way, you are not fit to be a soldier. More like a kid throwing a tantrum when he couldn't get what he want."

Wolf's eyes held a dangerous glint in them as he stalked closer, his voice low and threatening, "One wrong move, and you will see yourself out the door so fast that it will make your head spin."

"Actually, my head spins all the time." Alex smiled slightly, "With the earth's gravitational force and all. So your claim doesn't really work."

"That's it," Wolf yelled, finally snapping.

"What's what?" Alex asked.

"I don't like you and you don't like me. I get it. So stop provoking me! Do you want to be beaten to a pup?!"

Alex smiled grimly, "I am not provoking you, I am merely stating the truths. It is just that you cannot handle anything sarcastic."

"Alright, Coyote, Wolf, calm down." Fox decided to intervene before anything horrible happen, "Just try and stay away from each other if you can't tolerate. Coyote, stop making people hate you. Wolf, stop trying to kill Coyote. Now, shake hand and get it done."

"I am not shaking his hand," Wolf said stubbornly, crossing his arms as if to emphasize his point.

"Don't be a child," Snake chided from the side, "Just shake hand and you can stay away for the rest of your life."

Fox rudely pulled Alex's hands out and then Wolf's. Wolf reluctantly clasped his hand on Alex's who had to lean against the railing to reach and not fall over at the same time. Glaring at Coyote murderously, he tightened his grip.

Alex gasped in pain as Wolf pulled at his arm. His shoulder screaming in protest of an unhealed wound. Damn the missions, he cursed then winced as Wolf tugged again.

"Stop!" Alex yelled, "Stop pulling my arm!"

Fox hurriedly stopped Wolf and Alex withdrew his hand, cradling his arm and rubbing his shoulder joints furiously, trying to ease the pain.

"Wolf, what were you doing?" Fox exclaimed, "I said to shake hands, not have your revenge! Coyote, are you alright?"

"Yeah." Alex managed as he leaned against the wall, "I am fine. I am fine."

He still remembered the mission before he was sent to the camp. After Jack had died, he swallowed at the memory, he was sent consecutively on missions, with only one or two days of rest in the hospital in between. It hurt yet it had become his routine. Not all wounds were healed. And the bullet that lodged itself in his shoulder had only been clawed out before he was sent here again. He cursed MI6.

"-te? Coyote?" Fox's worried tone made him crack open his eyes, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just tired." Alex replied as he lied down, facing the wall, "Good night."

His shoulder throbbed almost rhythmically, luring him to a dreamless sleep, something he hadn't had for a long long time.

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