A.N.: This chapter is kind of short. I don't know why, but the first few chapters are always short. Probably because I can't give out too much just yet. O.O

Thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter 3

Cookies to all those who mentioned Supernatural. Winchester is the last name of the main characters in that TV series (And Wolf's fake name Dean is also from that). Remington, since Winchester is the name of a gun, I figured why not make them both gun brands...

Anyway, onward~

Step, step, pause. The sound of the wind and feeling the texture of the warm breeze on his skin. Corridor. They were in a corridor. The sound echoed just slightly enough for him to recognize that.

Step. Step.

"That's the wall," Wolf, Agent Caver, said behind him.

Alex gave his best glare as he tried his best to navigate through the unfamiliar territory of the school campus.

"Very helpful, Dean," Alex grumbled as he paused, putting a hand in front of himself to make sure that he didn't crash into the wall Wolf mentioned.

"I don't get why she's sending you on a mission," He could almost imagine the ex-soldier crossing his arms behind him, "When you're barely able to walk."

"Walls have ears, my dear brother," Alex said nonchalantly, "We can talk later."

They were in Werner Academy two days prior to the first day of school, registration day for the two of them, after the long three-month break. It was a chance for Alex to get used to the campus so that he could navigate around easier. Even though Alex told himself that he was ready for the mission, he felt that he wasn't. He didn't know why Mrs. Jones would want him on this one. Like Wolf said, he could barely walk by himself. If he couldn't see, what was the use of that? Use the Force?

"Let's have a long talk afterward," Wolf's tone was full of sarcasm.

Alex grunted. This was their third walk through the campus. The first time was catastrophic for he had crashed into almost every other wall in the main building. There was a total of five floors in the building and there were only two staircases connecting the five floors, located in the east and west wings. The first floor was the cafeteria, a floor dedicated for all the other non-academic purposes. The second floor was for age thirteen and below, the third floor was theirs, and the fourth and fifth were separated according to the age group as well. There was also an adjacent building where the students sleep. The student dorms. Under request, he was put in the same room as his 'half-brother'. Alex didn't know if he should be feeling relieved that at least he would be with someone he knew, or be dreading to have to share a room with Wolf of all person.

"I think I have it down," Alex finally said as he made his way back down to the first floor, sitting down on one of the sofas without missing the furniture, "Pretty much. I hope."

Without knowing how, Alex felt Wolf's gaze on him, "Do you know the schedule?"

"We have pretty much the same schedule," Alex said.

"Except the one right before the break for lunch," Wolf corrected him.

"I can manage."

"Let's head back home," Wolf's clothes ruffled as he stood up from the seat.

Alex snorted, "Yeah, home, my dear brother."

Wolf growled as he leaned in closer and hissed quietly, "Don't be a smart brat, Coyote. We're on a mission, act like it."

"Well, in case you haven't notice, I'm trying, Dean," Alex nearly snapped.

Wolf was silent for a moment before he turned by his heels, "Let's go. The car's outside."

Alex stood up as well, steadying himself with the sturdy arms of the sofa before making his way slowly but surely out the front door that he knew was covered by glass. What color the glass was, he didn't know.

The car that they have was given to them from MI6 for the mission. Mrs. Jones had told him that it was white. That was a big change from the usual black sleek cars and Alex honestly really would want to see that.

Fumbling slightly, he pulled open the shotgun door and stepped inside with his right foot first, waiting until he was seated to pull his left foot in and shut the door with an inward pull by his elbow.

"Seatbelt," Wolf grunted.

Alex reached over and pulled it across his torso, clipping it to the right corner.

Wolf started the engine and they pulled out of the campus smoothly, exiting the gate that Alex knew that they would pass after approximately fifty meters out the front door of the main building. Wolf made an immediate right turn once exiting the campus and they pulled onto the main road.

Alex reached into the compartment of the car and grabbed the bug sweeper, sweeping the whole car twice before satisfied, setting it back into the compartment and closed it behind him.

Wolf must have turned slightly toward him because when he spoke, the voice projected like he had turned, "No bug?"

"No."

"So why did Mrs. Jones send you on this mission?"

"I don't know," Alex shook his head, "There must be something here."

Wolf snorted.

"Why did you become an agent?" Alex asked, turning toward the man.

Wolf was silent for a moment, "It was mostly Bear's idea."

Alex raised an eyebrow skeptically, "And?"

"That's it," Wolf was clearly reluctant to share, "And you said you were an agent long before Brecon?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

Alex really thought about it. Three years. Three to four years, he couldn't exactly recount. The age he gave Wolf was twenty. So in Wolf's mind, he was twenty. Eighteen was what most people considered the legal age. He honestly wouldn't want to tell Wolf that he had started working for MI6 when he was fourteen.

"Two years," Alex replied, "When I was eighteen."

"How did they recruit you?" Wolf asked.

"I showed my heroic bravery and they were awed and stunned by me," Alex replied dryly, "And they asked me to join them."

This time, he was sure that Wolf turned his head fully toward him with a glare for a moment before turning back to face the road, "How did they recruit you?"

"Exactly like I said," Alex smiled. That wasn't entirely a lie after all. It was the fact that MI6 saw whatever his father and uncle had in him, their inner…spy-ness.

To his surprise, Wolf didn't press any further, "How long will your blindness last?"

Alex shrugged, "I don't know."

Wolf shifted, "Is it hard?"

Alex was taken aback by Wolf's sincerity. Really taken aback, "Dean, are you all right? Are you sick or something?"

"No, Feighton," Wolf growled, "Be thankful that your big brother is actually showing you some care."

"Perfect," Alex replied cheerfully, "I think we will act along perfectly fine, don't you think so too, Dean?"

Another right turn and they arrived at their temporary 'home'. It was a one-story house, 'rented' to them from MI6. If the school ever wanted to search through their history, they would find that the house was actually a house left by Dean Remington's long dead father and they had moved into the house just about a month ago. If the school happen to find the right document, they might even find a photocopy of their airplane tickets.

Wolf got out of the car and Alex did the same, shutting the door behind him loudly. The loud sound reached his ears and dispersed into the surrounding. If there was ever something called the perfect sound, Alex would consider the loud sound as one of them. It echoed into nothing but it told him that he wasn't alone. That there was something other than him out there. Being blind was sometimes scary, downright scary. You couldn't see what is in front of him. Nothing. There was nothing he could see. Not even black. What he saw was what others might describe as nothing, the same view one might get if they closed one eye. It wasn't black, it was just…nothing.

Alex heard the sound of the key scratching the keyhole for a moment before inserted fully and turned. The lock opened and the door creaked as Wolf pushed it inward. He found it almost amusing as to how much his hearing and other senses had heightened in the past three months without his sight.

Somehow, it wasn't so bad.

"You coming?" Wolf grunted out the statement.

Alex sighed as he headed inside, stepping above the slight rise of the edge of the door and closing the glossy wooden door on his way in. As he seated himself in the small living room, facing the window-he knew it was window because he felt the breeze floating past-, Wolf did a bug sweep of the house. When the search turned out clean, Wolf sat down to the left of him on a second chair.

"How would you like to start the mission?" Wolf asked.

"The normal way," Alex said as he turned toward the man and when Wolf didn't reply, thinking that it was a sarcastic remark, Alex elaborated, "We don't know who and how they're going to choose the students. We just have to pretend to be a normal student. Act normal, be normal, make yourself normal."

Wolf shifted in his seat, "And if they don't choose either of us?"

Alex smiled, "Then we will do our little spy work."

Wolf growled in mild irritation, "Do you ever cease that lighthearted attitude of yours? This is a mission, it's not a fucking game."

"What do you want me to do?" Alex felt his own frustration starting to seep out, "Sit here and brood all day?"

"Well, no," Wolf said and unbeknownst to Alex, Wolf eyed him carefully, "Be more serious. This is dangerous, hell, even more than the missions in Brecon. We will be killed at even a slight misstep."

"I have my own ways to cope with it," Alex said, "You can do whatever you want."

"Damn it, Coyote," Wolf gritted his teeth, "We're supposed to be a team."

"That was back in the camp," Alex returned.

The spy world would not tolerate any relationships. Ties would only drag them down. He had started to like and respect Wolf, he didn't want anyone taking advantage of their 'team'-ness, as Wolf had put it. Alex smiled humorlessly at the word usage.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing," Alex shook his head then abruptly, he said, "I think I'll go take a walk."

"For fuck's sake," Wolf sounded as if he couldn't decide whether to be exasperated or irritated, "You're blind!"

Even though he knew it, Alex couldn't help but felt the words impaling him straight through. Yeah, he was blind. So what? So he couldn't do things by himself? So he couldn't even take a fucking walk?

"Thanks for pointing that out," Alex replied, "I never know that before. Oh wait, I think I did, for three months already. Yes, Wolf, I'm blind."

"I don't mean it that way."

Alex stood up and turned toward the door, measuring his steps carefully in his head, "I'll be outside. Give me a few minutes."

He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him. The warm afternoon breeze didn't do much to sooth his mind. Alex stepped forward, feeling the texture of grass beneath his shoes. There was a small yard in front of the house with a chair on the side. He headed toward it, feeling the sun shining upon him. If he could see, he probably would have shaded his eyes and complained about the light. Alex seated himself in the metal vine chair and leaned back.

Why did Mrs. Jones send him on this mission? Why him? He was, like Wolf said, blind for fuck's sake. He couldn't do a single thing right and proper without his vision. This mission was almost like a suicide mission. He was literally useless.

Alex heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps closing in.

Wolf stopped right before him, blocking the sunlight, "Listen, we're p-"

"Is dinner ready, Dean?" Alex interrupted the man.

He felt the bafflement from Wolf a moment before the man understood his intentions, "Yes, Feigh."

Alex narrowed his eyes. From Feighton to Feigh? Either Wolf was lazy to pronounce the whole name or he was acting the part of the brother.

Alex stood up and brushed down the crease he knew that was present on his shirt, "Let's go inside. Maybe we can talk a little over dinner."

Ian Chevalier stood before the large monitor screen, his hands in his pocket and his gaze pensive as he observed the security footage broadcasted on the screen. It was the tape from four months ago when the police station down here first caught wind of Werner Academy's possible military academy, training students in military techniques and arming them with firearms. For what purpose, they intended to find out.

"Inspector Chevalier?" A man, one of the policemen, asked as he walked into the room.

"That will be me," Ian turned and remarked almost dryly.

"The new officer is here," The man said.

Ian checked the paper before him on the desk before glancing at the police, "Evans?"

"Yes, that one."

"Show him in."

"Yes, sir."

The man walked away, leaving the door open behind him. Ian smiled but without humor. This Anthony Evans, he suspected, was more than what was on the paper.

The policeman walked back in with a man behind him. The slight familiarity was what hit him immediately but he couldn't put a finger on as to where and why, "Mr. Anthony Evans?"

"My pleasure," The man said. He had a native Britain accent, completed with the formality. His voice was hard but without an edge, and cold but without ice.

"I am Inspector Ian Chevalier," Ian introduced, "And I am the head of this department in the current case we are working on."

"I see."

"I do not know why you were recruited when we clearly don't need more people on this case than we already have," Ian continued, "But since you are here, and I do not know your capacity or what you are the best at, I want you as my assistant."

"Assistant?"

"Are you deaf?"

"No," The man seemed unfazed by the brutality of his words, "I was asking for clarification."

Ian smiled inwardly. This man definitely was more than what he was on the outside, "I trust that you've heard about our case beforehand?"

"Investigation on Werner Academy," Anthony nodded.

"Give it a week," Ian said, "Then we'll go down there and investigate, talk with the students and teachers. They haven't shown a single tail yet and if we create some mild havoc, they will."

Anthony remained indifferent, "I see."

"And for now," Ian turned toward the police who had introduced Anthony in, "What's your name?"

"Ryn, sir."

"Ryn," Ian nodded, "Show him around the office. I don't want to see anyone for the rest of the day."

"Yes, sir."

As Anthony turned away, without Ian noticing, the man's lips twitched just slightly upward on his impassive face in amusement.

One of you (Ava Simbelmyne) asked me are a lot of angst to be expected. Honestly, I don't know. But judging by my character...Yes, why not? Everyone love angst here and there~ Well, I will keep it a little less cheesy and all that and make all information/facts and events more realistic (people can die from bullet wounds O.O).

Since the story is taking place in the UK (I don't know where exactly), and the cars in the UK are all drivers on the right, so I'll be depicting that as well (I live in US, so it might occasionally slip my mind about the differences between the UK and US O.O)

Yeah, I have wasted enough time and taken up enough wordcount. :thumbsup:

Cheerios~