A seemingly young man stepped out of his expensive, customised and bulletproof sleek, black SLS AMG. He pooped his sunglasses on, all the while screaming 'danger' from his body language. He moved like a predator, ready to hunt his prey and this didn't go unnoticed to the few civilians around Royal & General, who instantly averted their gaze and walked that little bit faster. Meanwhile, Alex just smirked, knowing that he had this effect on people. He didn't mind, though, because it instantly told him which person from this crowd was dangerous and which were just plain old harmless. He had quickly learned to analyse his surroundings, no matter where he was. Years of spying could certainly have that affect on a person. As he strolled over to the lift at Royal & General, he nodded to the receptionist, who knew his reasons for being here. When he stepped in onto the platform, Alex knew that the lift was scanning his whole body, recognising 4 weapons - 2 throwing knives and 2 Glock handguns, analysing his threat level (very high), and he also knew that it was about to set off silent alarms, but it stopped when it realised his clearance level -13. The highest that can possible be. As high as the heads of SO. The smirk stilled plastered on his face, Alex reached the 13th floor and walked over to Jones' office.

Not bothering to knock, like he usually did, Alex more or less threw the door open, silently relishing the fact that he was the only one who could get away with doing that. Mrs Jones, as usual, was sucking a peppermint and signing some paperwork. Her face was calm, expressionless, but it wasn't deviod of emotion, like Blunt's. Truth be told, she was much more humane than her predecessor, something clearly visible, to the trained eye, from the little personal touches to the room. When Alex entered, Tulip Jones lifted her head to look at him and simply said, "Alex."

"Aw, come on, Jones!" Alex said, grinning, "I'm a willing agent now! You really don't have to be so cold." It was true- Alex was a full MI6 agent. He joined them after Jack's death at the hands of Razim, intending for it to be a way to simply get over her loss by occupying himself. Mrs Jones wasn't sure about his choice, but in the end, he managed to convince her. The first months had been hard. He was blank, utterly deviod of all emotion, but the perfect spy. He had bottled up his grief and anger, but that proved to be disastrous, when, on one of his missions, he finally let go and killed all the 16 Scorpia assassins in the room. Unfortunately, K-Unit(along with Fox's replacement, Shark) had witnessed the whole thing and made it their personal mission to help him heal. After that, he realised that there was no other life for him than spying and surprisingly, healed with K-Unit's help and got over Jack's death, but quit school and chose the MI6 tutors instead. He became more cheerful, but he still regretted that mission, but overall, he improved. So, when he was handed his latest mission, he didn't refuse or whine like he would have 2 years ago, when he was 14.

Jones handed him a Manila folder, with the words CONFIDENTIAL stamped on it. Ignoring the obvious writing, he opened the folder and began flicking through the pages. "So what's the mission this time? International Mafia? Gang lords? Triads? Crazy billionaire?" Alex asked. That list was slightly depressing, he thought, To say the least.

"None of the above," Jones replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Alex, "You are to provide training." To this, Mrs Jones expected an outburst. She thought that Alex would say something like, "Training?!... "Do I look like an instructor?!..."This isn't Boy Scouts!..." Or she thought that he would just simply up and walk away. Or explain to her in a calm, collected tone on why he couldn't do it or do something else or something or something else or... Alex Rider is so unpredictable, she thought. But out of all the things, what she did not expect was Alex to exclaim,

"Finally, something new! I've been getting bored of these repetitive missions!" He began to properly read the folder now and while thinking out loud he said, "Looks like it'll be at Breacon Beacons... The Sarge is not going to be happy with that..." he muttered, "K-Unit will be helping me... Those bastards owe me their LIVES... And we will be training a bunch of... CIA recruits?" He sighed, closed the folder and muttered under his breath, "I don't even want to ask why..."

"You will be assisted by Agent Daniels," that seemed to lighten up his mood a bit, "and to clarify, we are only providing this service because we..." she coughed into her fist, "owe the CIA a significantly large favour."

"Your definition of 'significantly large' and the rest of the world's definition of 'significantly large' is significantly different. So, I'm not going to even ask." he said, raising his eybrow and cocking his head. A rare smile grew on Mrs Jones' face and an even rarer sarcastic tone accompanied her words as she said,

"Well, aren't you all grown up?"

(Read this time skip in that SpongeBob voice) A few days later

Alex Rider was nervous. Now that he realised he was nervous, he was ashamed. Now he was ashamed at himself for feeling ashamed. He was supposed to be stone faced demon! Scarier than the Seargent! The indifferent, unloving and deal-with-it instructor for a bunch of snot nosed CIA recruits! Why the hell was he nervous now? He never had trouble getting into character for a mission! Suck it up, he thought, when they come, you have to be ready to make them scream! Meanwhile, a small part of his brain said, Jeez, that was a bit extreme! Purposefully ignoring it, Alex walked onto the crudely raised platform in Breacon Beacons, where K-Unit and Ben were waiting for him.

"So, Cub, I hope you've figured this out, cause we've got no plan."

"Yes, Shark," Alex said with a sigh, addressing the dark skinned, black haired, brown eyed and well built man in front of him, "I have figured it out. Anyways, you should know me by now: I always have a plan." Alex grinned.

"Cub." Wolf gruffly said, greeting him with bossy indifference.

"Cub!" Snake, Eagle and Ben excitedly exclaimed (Snake much calmer), greeting him with delightful smiles.

"Uh, not time for greetings guys, I think the recruits have arrived." Alex said, pointing to the coach pulling up on the 'road'. (A mud track, more like it). "Quickly, take some timetables, we gotta hand them out when they come." Under his breath, he could hear Shark mutter, Get promoted to K-Unit, they said. You'll do all the fun stuff, they said. He didn't even need to try to see the eye roll. Alex couldn't help but think how similar Shark and Eagle were. While Shark was subdued in his homourous ways and Eagle was more... hyper, both of them had the same effect: Make people die of laughing or make people die of irritation. Usually, it was the latter. But his thoughts were interrupted by excited chatter as 80 CIA recruits exited their vehicle.

Why do I get a bad feeling about this?