A.N.: *congrats to myself for updating 2 stories in one day* I am baack~

"Alex…"

"It is Coyote." Alex responded, cutting her off, "My name is Coyote."

"Coyote." Mrs. Jones began slowly, "Regarding this mission, you will not being taking part as an agent."

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Surprise."

"You will be going in as an SAS soldier." Mrs. Jones continued in a low tone, "The agent name is Belworth. I will give you the file on the mission afterward. He is investigating in a wealthy businessman. I believe you have some knowledge of Shay Edmonson?"

"Shay Edmonson?" Alex raised an eyebrow, "No."

"Shay Edmonson," Mrs. Jones informed him, "discovered a medicine to cure cancer a few years back. It has been tested and proven by scientists of its usefulness. In the past year, two trillion dollars had been donated and poured into his company for research as well as for the medicine. The medicine had been demonstrated in front of audiences. The patient surprisingly had recovered and was living normally on his own. Of course, the world was an uproar for such discovery of medicine. People would pay anything if they could get their hand on such medicine and Shay Edmonson gains his wealth that way."

"You sound like as if you don't think the man is good." Alex pointed out then he rephrased his thoughts, "You sound as if the medicine is not working."

"That's correct," Mrs. Jones replied, "After a week, the patient was found dead, shot in the head two times in his bed. He didn't even have time to react. The next day, an organization announced that they were the one who killed the cancer-cured patient."

"And?"

"The organization was the Pirmors." Mrs. Jones said, glancing at him.

The same organization that killed the Pleasures. He clenched his fists in anger. If Mrs. Jones noticed the tension, she did not comment.

Alex narrowed his eyes, "What's the connection?"

"They informed the public that the reason behind their kill was that it would simply boost their fame and they said that they would kill every single cured patient that used the medicine if Shay Edmonson doesn't hand over the medicine as well as the recipe to them. Of course, Edmonson did not agree. He tried to convince people that Pirmors wouldn't be able to kill them. After a few weeks of the death, he managed to capture a man from the organization and sentenced him to death after the man promised that the organization would no longer kill anyone."

"It's too easy." Came the instant reply.

Mrs. Jones nodded as she popped a peppermint into her mouth. It broke apart in a small inaudible crack in her mouth.

"Blunt does not believe that they will simply stop killing. He believes there is a conspiracy between Shay Edmonson and Pirmors therefore he sent Agent Belworth to investigate. He contacted us a few weeks ago, saying that he had gotten a clue of the conspiracy and has gotten data on it but he couldn't get out by himself."

"That's why you are sending an SAS team." Alex said, "Why J-Unit? Why me?"

"We need an agent to go in with the unit." Mrs. Jones said, "Blunt has suspicions about Agent Belworth. He believed that the man wasn't entirely on our side. The information is crucial so we must get it."

"Why is it crucial?"

"Blunt is never going to tell you this but," Mrs. Jones lowered her voice as she looked around and stared at Alex in the eyes, "Pirmors is our link to Scorpia. We believe there is a connection between the two."

Alex froze, 'Scorpia?"

"Yes." Mrs. Jones said in the same low tone, "Alex, I doubt that they killed the Pleasures by random. We believe that they were trying to kill you in the process."

Alex swallowed painfully, "And that's why you sent me to Brecon Beacon. For protection against them."

"Yes, partially." Mrs. Jones nodded, "We need an agent to go with a unit just in case Agent Belworth has turned against us. SAS soldiers are shoot to kill, they are not spies. We need someone who can get the information if the agent fails to."

"What if there is no information?"

"There has to be." Mrs. Jones replied with hesitation, "If the agent doesn't have it, it is your job to find it."

"I am not going." Alex breathed.

"I am sorry Alex," Mrs. Jones's voice was suddenly clipped and businesslike, "Unless you want me to send J-Unit in without any proper knowledge of Agent Belworth and would probably result in them…severely wounded, you will go."

Alex gritted his teeth, "You are a bastard, you know?"

"I am sorry." Mrs. Jones said with a small smile as she led him back to the sergeant's office, "We have no choice on this. Besides, aren't you interested in finding out more about the organization?"

Alex had no response as he entered the sergeant's office behind Mrs. Jones.

"Here is the information you would need." Mrs. Jones handed the rest in J-Unit a file and turned toward Alex, "And here is your file, Coyote."

"Why does he gets a different one than us?" Bear asked.

"Because in this mission," Mrs. Jones turned toward the Unit Leader, "Coyote has a larger task than you. Do not ask him about anything on his file."

Bear remained silent though he stared at Coyote with slightly narrowed eyes.

"One last note," Mrs. Jones said as she paused at the doorway, "If there ever come a time where you have to choose between Coyote and the agent's choice, consider Coyote's above the agents."

There was a shocked silence. Damn Mrs. Jones, Alex thought. She was giving away too much. Were they going to distrust him?

"If I may ask," Bear spoke up slowly and at Mrs. Jones's small nod, he continued, "Are you considering to take Coyote as a 6 agent?"

Mrs. Jones blinked and smiled as if it was amusing and an inside joke, "Maybe."

Then she left. Just like that.

Facing the sudden intensity three pairs of stares, Alex felt like defenestrating the Deputy of MI6 out of a 10 stories house.

J-Unit were sent back to their cabin to go over the files before resuming training for the next two days and leaving after three days. Alex stayed at the back and let the three to walk in front. It wasn't working very well as he tried to avoid the three.

Bear slowed down to walk beside him. Any second now…Alex thought as he kept his glance straight ahead at where Leopard and Ferret were walking in front.

"Are you considering a career in 6?" Bear spoke.

Alex blinked at the question in surprise. He didn't think that Bear was going to ask him that question, "I am not sure."

"Have you ever considered?" Bear pressed.

"6 sounds really interesting." Alex offered, "I might switch to 6 if I can't get used to SAS, to be honest." He hoped that that answer satisfied Bear.

Bear visibly tensed. Alex was confused. He wasn't sure he understood the meaning behind Bear's question.

"So will you be leaving SAS?"

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.

Leopard's words suddenly came back to him. He faltered for a moment then he smiled. Guess he was too late to backtrack now. He didn't know when, but he was already walking in the direction, even before Leopard warned him.

"What are you smiling at?" Bear asked as if he was affronted.

"I don't think I will be leaving SAS just yet." Bear relaxed slightly, "But," Bear glanced at him, "I might have to leave…eventually."

"You know," Bear said slowly. Alex was surprised at how different the man sounded all of a sudden, "Once we finish this mission, we will be officially out of this training camp for good."

"I know."

"And we will be on standby until the 6 or the Sergeant calls," Bear said. Alex didn't know where he was getting at, "So you don't really have to worry that much about anything. SAS is pretty relaxing, comparing to 6."

"That's true."

"So w-"

"Bear!" Ferret called from ahead, "Come on, we need to go through the files so hurry up."

With a small growl, Bear sped up, leaving Alex walking behind and last. Alex glanced at Bear's figure until he disappeared into the cabin. Was he really making the right decision? He walked into the cabin and closed the door behind him. Bear, Leopard, and Ferret were pouring over the file they received so Alex sat on his bunk and flipped through his file. There were seven sheets of paper in total and they were clipped together to the folder. There was a photo clipped to the front.

"They don't even provide us a picture of the agent," Ferret was complaining, "How do we know which one is the agent? Anyone random old man can be an agent in disguise."

Alex unclipped the photo and turned it toward the three unit members, "This is the agent."

They stared at him, "Why do you have that?"

Alex shrugged, "it is in my folder."

"Why do you have a different folder than us?" Ferret demanded, "What did the Deputy want with you?"

Alex paused then looked away, "Just some…warnings about being a new member to the SAS field."

"Let me rephrase it then," Ferret crossed his arms, "Why did the deputy talk to you personally?"

"They want me to join 6," Alex replied. Not much of a truth but not a lie either. He mentally shrugged.

"And did you agree?" Ferret asked.

The whole cabin was suddenly quiet and they could hear the yelling of the sergeants and instructors outside and the recruits and soldiers alike.

"I said I will think about it," Alex said. That was a complete lie.

Ferret grinned, "Fell in love with us, didn't you?"

Alex blinked in surprise, "What?"

"Let's get back to the file." Leopard cleared his throat, "Hand me that photo when you are done, Coyote."

Alex threw the photo over as he went back to his file.

Agent Belworth, it read, Male. 35 years old. Eye color: Blue.

"And more imbecilic information," Alex muttered as he flipped the page.

Shay Edmonson. Alex looked at the title and skimmed through the second page. This was probably the same briefing that Mrs. Jones and Blunt gave to Agent Belworth. It had a detail description of the man, the medicine, the death of the patient. He furrowed his eyebrows. And a short description of the Pirmors.

Pirmors. An organization founded a few years prior. Their first terrorist act caused the death of three civilians: Edward Pleasure, Liz Pleasure, and Sabina Pleasure. Attempted assassination on an agent but failed. Has no detail information on activities of this organization. Evidence of links to Scorpia. Possible conspiracy with Shay Edmonson.

It literally said nothing. Alex gritted his teeth as he flipped the page.

The last contact with Agent Belworth, the paper read and was clearly written by hand, was five days ago. We received contact and a transmission. The transmission was cut off at the end and could mean two possible things. We deduct both conclusions to be equally possible. Agent Belworth could have been captured before the transmission ended or he was in a hurry and cut the transmission off due to the appearance or presence of someone.

His last transmission included an address and a short report of Shay Edmonson's cruise ship by the port of Edmonson Park. That was the last contact. Agent Belworth did not contact us back afterwards again. He requested backups.

Alex narrowed his eyes. Agent Belworth requested backups and he got them. But he, on the other hand, was nearly dissected before backup finally arrived. He flipped the page.

The last four pages were J-Unit's files. Alex tensed as he reached his and relaxed drastically upon reading it.

Coyote, it read, Blond hair, blue eyes, SAS soldier. A picture was attached as well and he remembered of taking it before going to the camp. There were blanks on almost all the other lines. Comparing to the other three member's files, his was blank to the point of pitiful. Apparently, MI6 didn't think much of his cover story in SAS. Well, they probably thought that he was going to reveal himself.

That was not going to happen.

Alex looked up from the paper to see the three unit members still pouring over it, reading over each and every detail. He sighed and climbed out of his bed, careful to not place his boot on the mattress. He stuck the file into the side of his jacket and after making sure it won't come away, he made his way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Leopard asked.

"The cafeteria, of course." Alex replied with a small amused smile, "I kind of don't feel like missing dinner."

A quick glance at the clock, and soon they were all rushing toward the cafeteria.

Alex took his plate and set it gently down at the empty table before sitting down, picking at his food with the tip of his fork. A wave of fatigue hit him and he cursed himself for not sleeping better. It wasn't entirely his fault that he was having nightmares and there simply wasn't a cure for it except being awake and preferably outside.

"Coyote." A voice made him look up from his food.

"Bear."

"Why don't you join our table?" The unit leader asked gruffly.

Was that an invitation? "Why?"

"Since you are part of the unit," Bear said as he crossed his arms.

"No, I will just sit here," Alex said, shaking his head.

There was a pause. Then, "Suit yourself."

Alex watched as the man left and returned to his table. He shrugged as he continued picking at his food. Bear was being….un-Bear-ly after they had come out from the briefing. Was the man displeased with the mission they were getting? Or was it something else? The lively chatters within the cafeteria lured his thoughts away as he ate. He picked up occasionally laughter from the soldiers as well as things that he probably shouldn't be eavesdropping on.

"Hey, Coyote." A cheerful voice broke into his thought.

Alex felt like groaning as he looked at the intruder, "Eagle."

"Eating alone again, I see." Eagle commented as he set his plate opposite of him and sat down, "Are you trying to attract attention to you so you can score some big fishes?"

Alex jerked back in mock horror, "I don't swing that way, Eagle!"

Eagle grinned as he pointed his fork at Alex, "You know what you want deep inside your heart." He sang that last part in a broken pitch, causing Alex to wince.

"Eagle, firstly, don't sing. Secondly, pointing a fork at someone is rude and might cause them to react badly, especially when they are soldiers."

Eagle flashed him another grin as he lowered his fork, "So, what are you up to lately, Coyote?"

"Got a mission," Alex replied.

"Ooh," Eagle leaned in closer, "Tell me, tell me."

"There is a reason why the word 'classified' was put on every single mission briefing file." Alex returned though he couldn't keep the small smile off his face.

Eagle sat back down in fake resignation, "I thought we were best buddies."

"Just in your dreams."

"So blunt."

"Thank you."

Eagle sighed, "When are you leaving?"

"Three days," Alex replied with a deep sigh.

"You don't look happy about it." Eagle commented, "It's your first mission, Coyote! You must be optimistic! And come on, think of all the girls that will chase after you when you come back successfully."

"If I come back." Alex looked away as he muttered. He didn't intend it to be heard but Eagle heard it. His face fell slightly.

"You will come back, Coyote." Eagle reassured him, "I mean, you can just seduce everyone with your flashy looks and they will let you go."

Alex didn't respond.

"Did something happened?"

"Nothing." Alex closed his eyes, "Nothing happened."

"Well, you looked like shit."

"Thank you, you too."

There was a moment of silence between them and Alex wondered if Eagle left. He opened his eyes to find Eagle staring at him thoughtfully. Thoughtfully. This was bad.

"Coyote, can you come with me for a moment?"

"Where?"

"I just want to ask you a few questions."

Alex shrugged and followed Eagle out the door, dumping his full plate into the trashcan. The door closed behind them with a small click and Eagle turned toward him.

"So?" Alex prompted.

"Coyote," Eagle said seriously, "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now."

"You are creeping me out, Eagle."

"So here goes nothing." Eagle took a deep breath. Alex mentally did so as well.

"Are you Cub?"

Alex froze. Did Eagle figure it out? Eagle of all people? His face remained indifferent as he stared at Eagle. He was just throwing out a guess.

"Cub?" Alex tried. If Eagle was really just throwing out a guess because he might look or act a tad bit alike, then he won't fall into the trap.

"The boy who kicked Wolf out of a plane," Eagle said as he watched him closely, hoping for a reaction that would give him away.

"I am Coyote." Alex replied with a raised brow, "I am not Cub."

"Look, I am not going to tell Wolf if you really are Cub, I just want to know." Eagle said as he scratched his head, "I won't tell anyone."

"Eagle…" Alex hesitated, "I can only tell you that I know Cub."

Eagle blinked, waiting for the rest.

"But I am not Cub."

If Cub was that naïve boy who stumbled into a soldier's training camp a few years ago, then Cub was already dead.

Thank you ^ ^