A.N.: Before we proceed, I just want to say that, well, I did my research... I think I am making the selection and the whole training camp thing a complete joke and easy playground thing. It is actually not. People died from it and I doubt that Alex could honestly complete the selection trial in his standard and his age. But since it is a fanfic at the moment, let's just believe in that...

And secondly, this chapter and probably later on, will include foreign languages that they will be speaking/learning. I honestly do not want to use google translate because it is really bad and I don't want to offend anyone with google translate. So I will be italicizing the words that are spoken in a different language.

Out of the cafeteria, they made their way to the language course. The morning wind dispersed the cloud and the sun shone brightly on the clear blue sky. Maybe a little too brightly, Alex thought as the water droplets on the grass and lake reflected the sun into his vision.

Alex turned to watch the new batch of recruits running their daily laps. At that moment, he admired them greatly. Even though they were just recruits, some of them mean like Wolf had, they were tough. They chose to join this career where people died every day. They could have just chosen simple desk jobs, sitting behind a screen and relax. They were fit and trained, unlike him. His training consist of a few more days than a week in this soldier training camp, a year of missions dodging madman and trying to save the world. It wasn't much of a training at all, he realized. The two selection trials he went through were probably the shortest and the easiest of everything the rest of the recruits had to do. The recruits were right, he simply did not belong here. He was a schoolboy comparing to the rest of them. He glanced sideways at the three muscular form of J-Unit members.

"What are you looking at?" Leopard asked.

"Just admiring the view," Alex replied, turning toward the medic.

"So what language are you taking, Coyote? Besides French." Leopard asked curiously as they headed toward the building.

"Italian, Japanese, Russian, German" Alex replied.

"That's a lot, Coyote." Leopard whistled.

"Well, Snake might have mentioned that he was taking four," Alex shrugged, "It isn't exactly too much, I guess. How about you?"

"French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian." Leopard replied, "Mainly Russian for it has always been a strange and unfamiliar country to the rest of the world. If a war ever happens, I suppose learning Russian is very important. Besides being the Medic, I am also the Linguist of the unit. Ferret probably is better than me on languages though he stubbornly refused to take the job of a Linguist. He is the Signaler, he specializes in that."

"Signaler?"

"Comm. Person." Leopard explained.

"What about Bear?"

"Bear?" Leopard smiled, "He is the Forward Air Control as well as our leader."

"Forward Air Control?" Alex raised an eyebrow. That was something new.

"He is excellent at aircraft. He can maneuver one like nothing and has great map reading skills. Navigates through everything with just a simple map. He is amazing at that…" Leopard trailed off.

Alex glanced sideways at him quietly, knowing that the man will speak when he was ready.

"And we have the Dems."

"Dems?"

"Demolition expert." Leopard nodded, "Blows up things. Jay and Panther used to be the expert…"

"I am sorry," Alex replied.

Leopard turned to him as if he hadn't heard the response, "I have been wondering about you for a while, Coyote."

"Me?"

"You don't look like a soldier," Leopard stated. Alex didn't respond.

"And you don't know the terms we use." The Medic continued, "And I bet you definitely didn't go through the selection." Leopard glanced at Bear and Ferret walking ahead of them and lowered his tone, "Bear hadn't really noticed these small details, but Ferret and I had. You aren't here to become a soldier, are you?"

Alex started then smiled slightly

"What are you smiling at?"

"You're sharp."

"So I was right?"

Alex hesitated.

"You don't have to answer that." Leopard said, "I don't think you are a bad person, honestly. I don't know why you are here and I don't care much about it in any way. Just beware of what you want to do, Coyote. Bear doesn't like it when people betrays him or when they simply step out of his life. He had a tough time with our past two…members." Alex noticed the bitter tone in the Medic's usual smooth tone, "I know you are just new to our unit, but please do remember that if you want to step into his life, you will have to stay in it. If you can't do that, don't step toward that direction."

Alex was silent for a moment as he tried to understand what Leopard said. Then he looked up, "Then Ferret…"

"You caught on fast, Coyote." Leopard nodded, his gaze a little far, "He said he might not be able to keep the promise."

"Why would you go so far for him?" Alex asked quietly.

"Because he is our leader." Leopard's tone was almost sad, "He lost so much comparing to us."

It was then Alex realized that the members of the units had deeper bonds than just unit members. They were more than comrades. Their bond went deeper than that. It was more than the fact that they would take a bullet for each other anytime. It went deeper than simple trusts. For a moment, Alex felt strangely alone.

"First time?" Leopard asked as they stopped outside the Russian room. Bear and Ferret had gone off for Spanish.

"Yeah," Alex nodded, "I've only been to French before."

"Well," Leopard replied as he pushed open the door and walked in, Alex following after, "the teachers are all the same. Grumpy and all that."

Alex smiled.

"Hello, Leopard. He is the new student?" The instructor, a man in his late thirties greeted them in Russian.

"Yes, this is Coyote." Leopard nodded as he replied in the same language.

"Do you speak Russian?" The instructor turned to Alex.

At Alex's slightly confused feature, the instructor reverted back to English, "Apparently not, soldier. You are Coyote?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you new to Russian in general?"

"The people Russian, or the language, Russian, sir?"

"The language."

"Yes, sir."

The instructor nodded, "Why don't you go take a seat next to Leopard?"

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers looked at them as they passed. Some of the gazes were curiosity about him, and some were respects for Leopard.

"Now, let's continue where we left off from yesterday." The instructor said as he cleared his throat, switching back to Russian.

"Did I miss anything?" Alex whispered to Leopard.

"Not much," Leopard returned, "This is only the start of the second week. He might be speaking in Russian, but more than half other class doesn't understand anything he said."

"Thought you were all fluent in Russian or something for a second."

"He likes to scare new students," Leopard said with a hint of a smile.

"Leopard, Coyote!" The instructor turned toward them, reverting to English, "Since you two were paying so much attention, please tell me the basic greetings, hello and goodbye in Russian."

Leopard shook his head, looking straight at the instructor in the eye, "Sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention."

The instructor turned toward Coyote, "How about you, Coyote?"

"Hello." Alex managed slowly, "Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. How are you? Goodbye."

The instructor glared at him, "You have a slight English accent in your pronunciation, but other than that, you passed. Are you sure you are new to Russian?"

"I might have picked up a few words during my travel." Alex relented.

"Travel?"

"My uncle, he traveled quite often." He replied.

"Traveled?" The instructor noted the tense.

"He is currently six feet under," Alex replied, unaware of how his eyes steeled over.

"You may sit, Leopard. Coyote." The instructor nodded, "One more time, and I will ask the sergeant to keep all the duties open for you to do."

"Thank you, sir." They nodded and sat down.

"Now, as I am sure none of you idiots understood a single word of what I am saying and can't even bother to ask for the translation, I wonder how you are going to learn?" The instructor turned back to the class, Russian flowing again.

And of course, none of them understood and Alex saw a few simply bobbling their head as if they understood everything. Judging by the instructor's irritated expressions, head bobbling wasn't exactly what he was expecting.

"Bear," One of the passing soldiers called them as they walked out of the language course and into the bright glaring light of the sun, "The sergeant wants to see your unit."

Alex, shielding his eyes with one hand against the sun, saw Bear nodded and they set off toward the sergeant's barrack.

"Coyote," Ferret said, "What languages do you know?"

"Not much," Alex replied.

"So what languages do you know?"

"French," Alex replied, "Spanish, Japanese, a little bit of Mandarin, and I can manage Portuguese, I think."

"That's impressive." Ferret raised an eyebrow, "So can you converse in Spanish?"

"Probably," Alex replied.

"Probably is kind of vague, don't you think?" Ferret asked in Spanish.

Alex noted that the man had a slight accent and a slightly English pronunciation.

"If you say so," Alex replied.

"Leopard said you took five languages. If you are already fluent in a few, why do you need to take more?" Ferret asked. Alex could see Bear understanding pieces of their conversations. Ferret's Spanish was rapid and fast, closed to a native's but his accent and pronunciation revealed him.

Alex shrugged, "Just in case I ever need them, I guess."

"Can you converse in French as well?" Bear interrupted in a slight hesitating but firm Spanish.

"Yes."

"You can be our Linguist expert," Bear told him as he switched to French. Alex noted the confidence Bear displayed in French and the fluency of the language. It must be his mother language.

"Leopard is taking that." Alex shrugged, "I will just pick up whatever you guys can't do."

"Then," Alex did not notice the slightly bittered and pained tone the leader displayed, "Are you a demolition expert?"

Alex blinked, "I might have accidently blown up a few buildings during my travels, but I wouldn't exactly call myself a demolition expert."

At that, Alex was surprised to see a small hint of a smile on Bear's face, "Then what is your position, Coyote?"

"I will be the cheerleader." Alex replied sarcastically, "Or the team mascot."

"You? Mascot?" Ferret raised an eyebrow as he commented in English, "You are going to scare everyone away."

"You know French as well?" Alex was surprised.

"French is one language we all have in common." Leopard supplied as he nodded, "I can't understand Spanish too well, but I have a basic grasp though that's all."

The arrived in front of the building and Bear nodded.

"Come in." The sergeant called out and the door swung open, "J-Unit. Why don't you take a seat?"

Alex watched as the three unit members exchanged an uneasy glance. The sergeant's 'take a seat' reminded him of the principal back in school, where they would soon turn the session into a full lecture about their behaviors or deliver grave news.

As he took the seat near the corner, he finally noticed the woman standing by the window and looking out through the glass panels. She turned as they all took a seat and stood before them, "J-Unit. I believe you have heard of me. I am Mrs. Jones, deputy of MI6."

Alex narrowed his eyes as he clenched his fist. What did she want?

"First," Mrs. Jones said as she popped a peppermint into her mouth, "I must congratulate you on getting a fourth member and finally a full unit." Her eyes traveled down the four of them and landing on him.

None of the soldiers replied to the comment except the nod Bear gave in acknowledgment.

"Second, getting straight to business," Mrs. Jones said as she pulled out a file that was a few sheets thick, "You are receiving a mission."

"Excuse me," Bear cleared his throat and Mrs. Jones nodded for him to go on, "Why are you the one giving us the information, ma'am?"

"Because of your new fourth member, of course." Mrs. Jones turned toward Alex.

Alex glared, not missing the glances his teammates threw him.

"I am going to talk with him afterward." Mrs. Jones said, "Now, back to the mission. The files are all in here so read them over carefully. Your job is to secure the agent and the information he carries and get out of there as soon as possible. Use force if necessary but I will strongly advise not to. You will not be going up against simple terrorists. We do not have full information on whoever the person is behind this so you must pay extra attention to your surroundings."

"As Mrs. Jones said," The sergeant leaned forward in his chair, "It will be crucial for you to act with extra precaution and care. You will not be going up against easy people that you can just shoot and kill instantly."

"You will be amongst innocents so if you do have to use force, clear the civilians away first." Mrs. Jones added, "But whatever you do, the information is your priority."

"What about the agent?" Bear asked uncertainly.

"That will be your second priority." Mrs. Jones replied without warmth in her voice, "If it is between the agent and the information, it will always be the information. The information should be stored on a disk that the agent will be getting. Do not lose it at all cost."

"But the agent is important as well," Leopard spoke up.

"If you can, I will wish for both the agent and the information to make it out safely," Mrs. Jones said, glancing at the Medic.

Leopard nodded, "When are we leaving?"

"Four days." Mrs. Jones said, "Now, Coyote, will you mind giving me a few minutes of your time?"

Can I say no? Alex doubted it as he got up and left the room with the deputy of MI6, "Alright."

Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites! Honestly, they really encouraged me to write more! (I know, I was late updating this. I was supposed to get this up like a few days ago...procrastinations at work)