A.N.: I decided to update this before the other story...(prob a bad decision since I am breaking my routine, but o well).

I don't know if I have anything to add to the AN, so I will just...not add anything until I remember.

Anyways, onward with the story~

Ben Daniels, former-SAS soldier codenamed Fox, current MI6 agent, rolled down the window of the black SUV as he arrived at the gate of Brecon Beacons. The car was large in size, but just barely large enough to fit in the soldiers that he was sent to pick up.

"Hey," He greeted K-Unit cheerfully as they stood before the front gate, clearly giving the expression that they had been waiting for him for a while. Wolf was frowning, his fingers twitching in irritation but someone else was quick to interrupt him.

"Fox!" Eagle replied cheerfully.

Ben got off the car and glanced at the second unit. M-Unit. Mrs. Jones had briefed him on it before she came to Brecon Beacon. He glanced at the four men in the unit. They were all built, strong and muscular, covered only by the issued-uniform.

"Falcon," One of the man stepped forward as he took the initiative and held out his hand, "M-Unit leader."

"Ben Daniels," Ben smiled as he grasped the man's hand.

"This is Panther," Falcon introduced, "Jaguar and Lion."

They nodded respectively as their codename was being called.

Ben jerked his head at the black car and smiled, "That's our ride. Get in."

K-Unit went first. Wolf immediately took the shotgun seat, being unwillingly to squeeze in the two rows of backseat with the rest of the unit. The row in the middle could accommodate three people and the back took four. Eagle, Snake and the new fourth member took the middle, and M-Unit took the back. Ben got back into the driver's seat and started the engine. The car drove away, a slight dust cloud stirred up in their wake and Ben rolled up the window.

"You must be Fox," The new fourth member said in a way of introduction, "I'm Parrot."

"Ben Daniels," Ben corrected him, "I'm not in SAS anymore."

"I heard a lot about you," Parrot said.

"Oh?" Ben chuckled slightly, "What have they been saying behind my back?"

"Eagle was really eager to see you," Ben could hear the small smile in the man's words even without turning back or looking at the man through the mirror.

"He's always like that," Ben replied.

"Um," Falcon spoke up from the backseat and the car instantly fell silent to hear him, "Can you brief us a little more on about the mission?"

A pause. "What do you want to know about?"

"Who is the second agent?" Falcon asked, taking the chance.

Ben gripped the steering wheel tighter but kept his eyes on the road, "Agent Rider."

"Do you have a picture of him?" Falcon asked.

"No," Ben replied, "Mrs. Jones will not allow it even if I do have one."

"Why does she not allow it?" Wolf asked, a little irritated, "How the hell are we supposed to get an unknown agent out of the building?"

"What did she say about it?"

"Just get the remaining J-Unit and the first agent out, the second agent will follow you," Wolf said, crossing his arms.

Ben remained quiet. Why didn't Mrs. Jones just tell them about Alex, Coyote and Agent Rider? Perhaps she wasn't sure of the consequences of telling them? Maybe Alex didn't want it. He shrugged it aside

"How well do you know him?" Panther asked curiously.

How well? Ben chuckled inwardly. Exactly how well did he know Alex? Not very well. Alex was a mystery, even right now. Ben knew him as the teenager spy, but he had no clue on his personal life. Alex and he had went on a few more missions, besides the mission that ended on Dragon Nine, in the past half a year before he was sent to Brecon Beacons. He had gotten to know the young man better, but not by much. He was sarcastic, someone who kept secrets, and he had lost too much but was unwilling to speak out. He had the luck of a devil, getting out from even the tightest spot. He wouldn't give up no matter what. Some people called him someone without self-preservation, but Ben knew that that was not true. Alex valued his life as much as the lives of everyone around him. Even though he did put everyone important to him before him, he still strived to get out of all situations alive and well. That was what made Ben glad to have him occasionally on missions. Alex considered all possible scenarios and could always find one that would get them out alive, if not completely unscratched.

"Fox?" Wolf's voice interrupted his thought and he violently stepped on the brake as he nearly ran over the red light.

They leaned forward at the sudden deceleration, their seatbelts jerking them back at the last moment. Wolf swore loudly as he nearly crashed his head against the windshield, "Goddammit, Fox!"

"Sorry," Ben quickly apologized, "I was thinking."

"So how well do you know him?" Panther inquired, still not giving up on his question.

Ben, taking the chance of the red light, turned to glance at the soldier, "Ten percent. I know only ten percent of him."

"Oh," The man seemed to be at a slight loss of words at the preciseness of his answer.

Ben had agreed to take on the mission upon hearing that Alex was captured. He wasn't extremely worried about the young man, but to be honest, he was concerned. He was always worried when Alex was captured, but the young spy always managed to find a way out and appear in front of him when he least expect it. Ben felt relieve flood through him whenever he saw Alex returning from a mission and finished debriefing in the bank, even if the young man looked like he was thrown under a train, dragged through a muddy beach, and dumped into the ocean, and his face twisted in an almost permanent scowl once exiting Mrs. Jones's office.

Alex had never invited him over to his house and Ben respected his decisions. Alex didn't talk much about himself when they were together and usually, whenever Ben asked him about his family, Ben found himself talking about his instead. All Mrs. Jones told him was that his parents and uncle had died and was currently living with his guardian. His father, John Rider and his uncle, Ian Rider, were once spies for MI6 as well. No wonder Alex became a spy. Ben didn't know why the teen became a spy, but whenever he brought up the topic, Alex would shrunk away.

"Fox, green light," Wolf snapped his fingers in front of him and Ben immediately stepped on the pedal, but holding back just in time to avoid having his passengers being pushed back against the seat by the sudden acceleration.

"What are you thinking about?" Ben could literally hear the glare in the man's voice.

"Agent Rider," Ben replied honestly, "And the mission."

A tense atmosphere settled in the car as the word 'mission' was mentioned. They were anxious and anticipating the mission, Ben couldn't blame them.

"We will be staying in a hotel for the first night," Ben said after a moment, "And observe the compound for the remaining of today, and if we still need it, tomorrow. We will move out as soon as we get all the data we need. There're still a lot of unknown regarding the compound and that's what we need to get our hands on first."

He paused and glanced at the rest of the car through the mirror. They looked solemn and serious as they kept their gaze forward.

"Mind telling me what is keeping the mood down?" Ben commented dryly after a moment of silence.

"Two members of J-Unit were killed," Jaguar, a member of M-Unit, spoke up softly, "They were old and experienced soldiers. This organization, Pirmors, will not be easy to go up against."

Ben met the man's eyes through the mirror, "No missions were ever easy, Jaguar. We just need to give our best shot in this one."

Then he chuckled slightly as he turned his gaze back onto the road, turning the corner of the large intersection, "Agent Riders can keep the first agent as well as the remaining J-Unit safe until we arrive. He is able like that."

"What make you say so?"

"He once took down a large organization, twice in fact, and he has escaped numerous prison and cells, from the people he went up against, that were meant to keep him in. He has his way of doing things."

"A large organization?"

Ben glanced at Wolf who had spoken up, "What?"

"Which organization?" Wolf asked.

Ben paused, "Scorpia."

If Wolf was the one driving, he probably would have slammed the brake in shock at the word. But he wasn't and for which Ben was glad.

"Scorpia?" Wolf nearly spluttered. The rest of the passenger had the same expression.

"Yes, "Ben said, "But that was confidential, so you shouldn't go around telling anyone about it."

"Must be a hell of an agent," Wolf said under his breath, "This Agent Rider."

"He is," Ben agreed.

"You know where the disk is, don't you?" Pine hissed in his face, jerking Alex's chin upward so that their eyes met.

Alex stared back defiantly, though some of it seemed to be lost as he winced, the long cut trailing down from his face to his collar bones being jerked by the movement, "Even if I do, I won't tell you."

"Do you know who I am? Who we are?"

"Pine," Alex said just to humor the man, "Short for pineapple, pine tree or pine wood."

"You think you're funny," Pine said as he glanced at him, a small smirk gracing his lips as he looked at him as if like a predator looking at its prey.

Alex suddenly felt very vulnerable. He was chained up on the floor, his arms were behind him and one of them was dangling at an awkward angle. It was broken, but it had faded to a dull pain. There were cuts and lacerations littered all across his body, leaving only a small area of his face unscarred. His shirt was ripped open by a knife and left no area across his chest and stomach unscratched. He was glad that at least he still had his pants on. The dark pant that was once part of the suit was tattered, but at least the pocket was still intact. He could feel the weight of the disk, as if screaming why his pocket hadn't been searched yet. It wouldn't be long before they go for his pocket. He would have to hide it somewhere, but the question was where? There weren't any place where he could hide it. The mint was on the other pocket and Alex could almost feel the faint radiation waves from it. Maybe it was just a figment of his imagination that made him think that help was on the way, but Alex felt oddly calm by it.

"You know me as Pine," The man said, "But do you know who I work for?"

"Some crazy maniac who wants to blow up the world or something," Alex muttered.

"Wrong," Pine smiled, "I work for Pirmors."

Alex froze. Pirmors?

"I see you get it," Pine continued, his voice suddenly smooth and silky as if trying to please him but Alex could only feel disgusted by it, "The organization you are going up against is Pirmors, soldier."

The man turned, a small sly grin lit up his face, "Or should I say, spy?"

Alex felt his mind overheating. Spy? How did they know? "How?" He found himself croaking out, his voice dry and raspy.

"Killing the Pleasures wasn't a random accident," Pine continued. Alex, on the hard stone ground, glanced upward at the man as Pine spoke, "It was planned."

"Why?" Alex's gaze was full of hatred. This was the organization that killed the Pleasures. They killed Sabina, Edward, and Liz. They killed his second family.

"Why, you asked," Pine glanced at him, crouching down so that their eyes were leveled, "Because you messed with Scorpia, kid."

Alex felt the breath left him. Scorpia. Was Pirmors working for Scorpia? No wonder they know about his identity. What was the connection between Pirmors and Scorpia?

"Why do you want the disk so much?" Alex suddenly asked. They wouldn't be this desperate to get the disk back if it was mere information on Edmonson's petty scheme to gain money. There must be something else on there.

Pine, who had stood up to pace, turned his gaze on him suddenly, "We don't need the disk at all."

Alex snorted, "Then why are we here? Why were we captured?"

"Because you are annoying," Pine snapped as he ran a hand through his hair, looking a little distressed.

Distressed? Because he hadn't gotten the whereabouts of the disk out of him yet? When their patience finally ran out, they would kill them, Alex knew for sure. But in the meantime, it seemed to him that the disk was important, important enough that they were keeping Agent Belworth and Bear alive to extract possible information out of them.

"If I give you the location of the disk, presuming that I know where it is," Alex said carefully, "Will you let us go?"

"Presuming that you do know where it is and that you tell me," Pine said, playing along with him, "I will consider letting you go."

"You won't hold to your promise," Alex spat bitterly as the memory of Ferret and Leopard flashed through his mind.

"But it's your only chance, isn't it?" Pine said smoothly then called out to the two men standing outside the room, "Guards, take him back to his cell!"

He saw the two guards walking in and felt himself being blindfolded and then unchained. He would have lashed out, but it took all his energy just to stay on his feet, which was harder than it looked. The two guards unceremoniously dragged him out and down the hallway. His sense of direction was lost as nauseous nearly claimed him.

Alex heard the sound of a metal cell opening and then felt himself being thrown toward it after they removed his blindfold. He crashed onto the ground, letting out a small gasp as his broken arm made contact. Curling instinctively, he tried to protect the remaining wounds.

Hands pulled him upright against the wall, "Still staying with me?" It was Agent Belworth.

Alex cracked open an eye. Agent Belworth had been dragged out before him. The man sustained minimum injuries but one of his eyes was blackened. Alex managed a small nod, hissing slightly as the long cut across his face and neck was being tugged.

"He has done a number on you," Agent Belworth commented.

"Really?" Alex commented dryly, "I never know."

A groan made them went quiet. Bear was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands.

"…Bear?" Cautiously, he stood up and went to the soldier.

"Stay away from me," Bear snapped, glaring at him.

Involuntarily, Alex took a step back, shocked. Remembering what Agent Belworth, he quietly responded, "Alright."

Bear would need his space to recover, Alex told himself as he sat back down. He reached into his pocket and threw the mint into his mouth, ignoring the bloodied and dusty taste as it hit his tongue. The soothing minty flavor slowly spread through his mouth. He could probably understand why Mrs. Jones had taken such a liking to it. He took great care in not biting down on it instinctively. It calmed his nerves down as well.

"When do you think they will come?" Alex asked after a moment, placing the mint back into his pocket, ignoring how dirty it was.

"It will take a while," Agent Belworth responded quietly, "But I'm not losing hope just yet."

Alex smirked, "You seemed to hold great faith in 6."

"And you don't?"

"Nah," Alex shook his head, "I can only depend on myself in this scenario."

"You talk as if you've been in this situation before," Agent Belworth glanced at him curiously, "I wasn't aware the SAS soldiers are captured that often."

"It was before I became a soldier," Alex hesitated. When I was a spy like you and I still am a spy.

"I see," The agent clearly caught the hint of 'drop it' and steered the conversation away from it, "Bear, we should strategize."

"Strategize," Bear snorted, his voice disturbingly hollow, "They're gone. What uses are there to get out of here? I will rather di-"

Alex didn't know why, but he lunged forward and slapped Bear across the face. His hand stung and he pulled it back.

Bear looked shocked as their gaze met. Alex growled slightly, "Don't talk about dying so casually. There are a lot of people out there who are wishing for a chance to live but couldn't. Don't just throw away your life so easily. They gave their life for y-"

Bear, with a slight roar, pinned him against the opposite wall, "They wouldn't have to give their life up if it weren't for you! If you had just shot the man, none of this would have happened!"

"I cannot change the past," Alex replied, staring back at Bear, "I can only change the future. Don't expect me to go back to history and save them because I can't."

Alex saw Bear's fist clenching and unclenching before finally pulled back to deliver a punch. Alex shut his eyes. The punch never came. Agent Belworth held the man back, "Stop."

"It's none of your business!" Bear hissed as he shook his hand away from the agent's grasp.

"Killing each other won't get us out of here," The agent said calmly, "Let's think of something."

"With all the cameras and recorders in this fucking cell?" Bear laughed, his voice bleak and almost lifeless, "I don't think so."

Alex could only watch as Bear sat back down on the edge of the bed and buried his head once again into his hands. It will take a while, he told himself. But Bear would come around eventually. In the meantime, the two of them will have to work out a plan without him. He met the agent's gaze. The agent sighed slightly and nodded.

Smithers wasn't a man of sports. He wasn't athletic by his look, and he had gotten un-athletic due to the many years of inactiveness. His fat suit made him appear overweight and the boy Alex and the head were the only few people who know his true identity.

What caused him to rush down the hallway was not for the sake of a mere exercise, instead, it was a discovery. An urgent one. Smithers knocked on the door to Mrs. Jones's office.

"Come in."

Smithers pushed open the door. Mrs. Jones turned around to face him, "Smithers."

"Mrs. Jones," Smithers greeted the deputy as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his pocket, "I've discovered something while I was fiddling with my gadgets."

"What is it?" Mrs. Jones glanced at him.

"Pirmors," Smithers said in a hurry, smoothing out the piece of paper on the desk before her and sat down, "I have found out a little more about them."

Mrs. Jones nodded for him to go on. Smithers turned the paper toward Mrs. Jones. On it was the full name of Pirmors and the word Scorpia, "There is a connection between them."

Reaching out into his pocket, he pulled out a knife. He flicked the edge in and a pen popped out. Mrs. Jones did not comment on it. Smithers circled the name with the pen, "A Force Pirmors, the full name for the organization. It sounded weird and uncommon, a complete twister, I would say. So I spend some time trying to figure out the meaning of it." He paused, "'Pirmors' is not an existing word."

"Must be a name," Mrs. Jones said immediately.

"I thought of that as well," Smithers nodded, "So I went through a few more…places and sites to find out about it. Pirmors never came up once. Even though it might be the name of someone or something that is a little unpopular, I have another guess. So I tried to switch the words around."

Producing another half sheet, he placed it before the deputy, "Force Pirmors a. Force a Pirmors. Pirmors a Force, etc. None of them made sense, but we cannot exclude their possibilities."

"What are you getting at?"

"Just a second," Smithers continued, "What if the letter 'a' in the name is capitalized. A force."

"That might work," Mrs. Jones muttered.

"A-Force turned out to be a marvel comic." Smithers continued, "I tried to link every possible connection between A-Force and Pirmors, but there were no possible, or at least making sense, results."

Mrs. Jones just glanced at him, waiting for him to get to the result.

"The words 'a force' make little sense, but the word 'Pirmors' is the one that made no sense. What if it is an acronym? There are billions of possible phrases. I was running the program to list out all the reasonable acronyms when I found this."

Smithers tapped the pen on the first sheet of paper with the names, "I considered the possibility of anagrams. There are a lot of words formed by 'Pirmors'. Mirpors. Romirps. But none of them matched or piece together with 'A force'."

"You are saying…" Mrs. Jones said slowly, a little unsure but getting it.

"Here," Smithers tapped the paper with the pen again, "Scorpia and A Force Pirmors. What if the whole thing is an anagram? If you subtract Scorpia from the name, you get 'fermor'. What is fermor? The top result that came out was Patrick Leigh Fermor, a British author, former soldier, who took part in the Second World War."

"What is the link between Scorpia and him?" Mrs. Jones said sharply.

Smithers shook his head, "There's no link. Patrick Leigh Fermor had no connections to Scorpia, as far as I dug. It was random. Fermor is not what we are looking for."

"Then…" Mrs. Jones narrowed her eyes, a little irritated at being led around by him.

"If you just unscramble the words up a little…" Smithers trailed off as he wrote the letters out, "Reform. Fermor can also be written as Reform."

Mrs. Jones met his eyes, "Scorpia Reform."

"Yes," Smithers said quietly.

"They are Scorpia," Mrs. Jones stated as the realization hit her.

"There is more to the word," Smithers continued, halting her, "Reform can also be interpreted as to form again, as in re-form. Scorpia Re-form, meaning, a second Scorpia basing off the old one."

Mrs. Jones had learned to not interrupt him anymore.

"But if we look at the word directly, Scorpia Reform." Smithers tapped the paper, "Reform as in Reformation. The definition of reformation is an action or process to make something better. In this case, to make the old Scorpia better. But what exactly will make Scorpia better? Better than the original"

"You don't mean…" Mrs. Jones glanced sharply at him.

"Alex was the one who brought them down, twice," Smithers said, "He was an obstacle in their path. In their process to 'make Scorpia better', they will be out to eliminate him. That is what Pirmors really means. To get rid of Alex and rebuild Scorpia."

"It might be a coincidence," Mrs. Jones hesitated, "There are many meanings to the phrase."

Where some people see coincidence, I see conspiracy. That's my job.In that moment, Smithers remembered Blunt saying it, and judging by Mrs. Jones's face, the memory flashed before her as well.

"What information do we have on Pirmors?" Mrs. Jones said abruptly, "Leaders?"

"No, we don't have that much yet," Smithers shook his head as he stood up, "But I fear that Alex will be in danger if we don't get him out soon."

"Is he still alive?" Mrs. Jones asked almost tentatively.

"The peppermint gadget is fingerprint sensitive," Smithers said, "My data showed that it had sensed Alex's fingerprint approximately two hours ago. He is still alive, or at least he was alive two hours ago."

"Good," Mrs. Jones looked a little distressed, "I should get Blunt in on this."

"Don't," Smithers spoke up, "Not yet. In my years, I've never seen Blunt lift a finger until it was too late."

Mrs. Jones held his gaze for a moment before dropping it and sighed, "I want all the information you can get on Pirmors and Scorpia. As soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ahhh, do I get a cookie for updating earlier than planned?

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