I really love stories about SAS but I don't like how Wolf and the others are always there again (I talking about Alex going back).

In this story it's Alex's second time around at SAS but with all new people to work together with or destory.

I haven't done a whole lot of POV writing before... I'm trying it out... tell me if you like it.

Alex's POV

I sighed and glanced around. "This is not a place I'd ever wished to return to... not in a million years." I thought as I glanced in ever direction before my eyes finally settled on the man before me.

"'Ello, kid. I'm told you go by cub around here." He said cruelly, his accent very evident.

I raised my chin in acknowledgment, not bothering to reply or even spare more than a parting glance at the average height man.

"I said 'ello!" The man repeated angrily and shoved me roughly.

"I heard you the first time." I replied quietly as I grabbed his fist and spun him around so I had control over his elbow and was forcing him into an almost bow like position. "I just didn't feel the need to reply. Least of all to you." I finished and shoved the man face down into the dirt.

The man climbed to his feet while turning, his face flaming bright red under his paste while complexion that I knew would soon turn into a tan if you was any good.

I could tell that the man was preparing to do battle so I smiled. Which, looking back, was probably not the best idea I've ever had.

It was just so hilarious to me that some rookie thought he could beat me since I was a few... well okay, about a decade younger than him.

The man was only a few inches taller than my five-nine height and had a skinny little body that I couldn't believe allowed him to train at SAS.

Yes.

You heard me correctly... I'm back at the SAS training camp.

Lucky me.

...

"I'd say, "good to see you back"... but it's not." The thirty-ish short, black sergeant said without making eye contact with me as he shook the hand of my handler.

"I'd say, "good to be back"... but it's not." I replied with a cocky grin as he turned to shake my hand.

"You know the rules about binning. And you know how much I like binning." The sergeant spoke clearly, the man who'd attacked me only half an hour ago, smile savagely; he thought he was going to get pay back from the black eye I'd given him during our second go around. Unfortunately for him, the sergeant had other ideas. "Puppy." He shouted, immediately gaining the other man's attention.

"Sir." My wannabe attacker replied after a moment, not quite to grips with the fact that his "name" was to be puppy. Mostly likely because the only name worse than puppy was kitten, and that was reserved for women.

"Puppy the only reason I'm not binning you is because I think giving you a name like Puppy is punishment enough." The sergeant declared before he and my handler took off. "Oh! Cub, Puppy, your two team mates are waiting for you in hut three!" He called over his shoulder.

I glanced around, eyeing the ten wooden huts trying to find number three. "Huh, they added a hut since the last time I was here." I muttered as I grabbed my bag and slung the strap over my shoulder.

Puppy's POV

I stared after the teenage boy who'd already beaten me in a fight as he grabbed his single bag and headed off towards the ten non-painted huts.

Glancing around as I followed the kid, I quickly took inventory; there was a bigger blue hut that from the open doorway looked like a mess hall. I figure that there was a kitchen attached. There was also a slightly smaller white hut that I figured served as a shower/bathroom. I later found out that there were also a minimal number of cold water sinks in the hut as well.

I had to pick up my pace slightly to catch up to the kid. Maybe he deserved a little respect after all...

Alex's POV

As I entered hut number three with Puppy on my heels I smelled a peculiar sent... almost flowery... definitely feminine.

I frowned, this would be new something new.

"And just do we have here? A boy and his dog?" A very female sounding voice asked from the middle of the room.

Another female voice laughed in response as I walked by.

"I'm Cub. He's Puppy." I replied and jabbed my thumb in Puppy's direction, setting my bags down on the cot farthest from the two the other members of my team were sprawled out upon.

Both women were silent for a moment before bursting out into peels of laughter.

"I was right!" The first women, a tall and leggy blonde said in utter awe of herself.

Puppy, who by now had also settled his stuff on the only remaining bunk which was on the other side of the room from me, blushed profusely. Even his stuck out ears turned bright red as an apple.

I almost laughed when he finally formed words. "Would one of you ladies mind switching bunks with one of us so that-"

The other women, a petite black-hair women, cut Puppy off before he could finish his uncomfortable request. "So that you two gentlemen won't be separated?" She practically cooed.

Puppy blushed even a deeper reds, a color I didn't think possible to attain.

I remained silent, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention off of Puppy and onto my self.

"Sorry, but you're both big boys now." The blonde turned her brown eyes on me. So much for avoiding attention. "And I think you can deal with having beds on opposite sides of the room."

Angry with the tone of her voice I decided to play a card I didn't think Puppy would be able to pull off. "Fine by me, sweetheart. I've go a perfectly good view of you from here." I said ands laid my head back against the pillow, further cushioning it with my hands.

The blonde paled under her tan, the black woman just sneered. before

I smiled. "Mission accomplished." I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, aware that the two women were now whispering to themselves and that Puppy had started unpacking his gear and filling his locker with his belongings rather than following my suit and catching a few moments of rest. After today, I didn't think we'd be getting much down time.

There had been almost a full minute of silence when the black women decided to fill in Puppy and I on her and the blonde's code names. "I'm Zebra and she's Kitten." Her words crisp and professional.

My reaction was probably unwarranted, but I nearly sat up from the force of the laughter spilling out of me. Apparently the sergeant didn't like Kitten any better than he liked me or Puppy. Zebra, on the other hand, I don't think he'd made his mind up about yet.

Kitten's POV

Zebra had leaned forward and started whispering scary things in my ear of the kid, who I guessed was probably not as young as he looked, had shocked me with his statement.

"You know that we're the last batch of SAS this year... and supposedly only one of us is getting in. The other three will get kicked out completely with no second chance."

I drew back and said loudly, "This is my second chance!" I blushed and glanced around the room.

Puppy had stopped what he was doing and was now gazing over his shoulder at me. "This is my second chance two." He said quietly before turning back to finish unpacking his briefs.

I returned my gaze to Zebra. "Not my second chance but it might as well be since so far I've barely go enough points to be eligible to train." She said after a moment.

The three of us turned out eyes on the youngest person in the room, Cub.

He blinked his brown gaze open when he became aware of our scrutiny. "Don't look at me. I've already got a job. This is just to put some more icing on the cake." He said and closed his eyes once more.

I wasn't sure if he was competition to the position I'd wanted my whole life, or not.

Zebra's POV

I frowned when I realized my plan had back fired. I was only trying to rattle the dumb blonde chick, not expose the fact that Puppy was just as bad as bad as her, and I definitely wasn't suppose to let them both know that this Cub person was not what any of us expected. Not that I'd know it either. He was certainly a wild card.

My frown deepened as I examined the young man closely. "He has to be older than he looks." I thought to myself as I ran my eyes up and down his sinewy body. "There is no way the sergeant would allow a kid in here." I thought for another moment before coming to a conclusion. "His code name proves it! He's an adult but his looks like a kid... looks like a cub." How proud, and how wrong I was for coming to this conclusion.

Alex's POV

The next morning, as expected, we had to jog for twenty miles before being allowed to eat. What was unexpected was the time we had to go for our morning run... it was four o'clock in the morning.

Happy that I'd gotten a nap in the previous afternoon I confidently strode down the train fully decked in combat boots and camouflage. Luckily, at this early stage of our training, we didn't have to cary any weight. AKA backpacks.

Surprisingly, Kitten and I pulled quickly out ahead from Zebra and Puppy.

"I must have gotten faster while I wasn't looking." I joked aloud to myself as the blonde and I remained shoulder to head. My nose was at the same level as her shoulder.

Kitten's POV

I found myself laughing at Cub's joke. Surprised by this, I missed a step.

"Don't fall. It's an automatic bin." Cub cautioned, catching my elbow and effectively steading me.

Before I could thank him he let out a quick burst of speed and shot out in front of me. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to catch up to him. This was amazing since I'd always been a superstar when it came to running what with my long legs and athletic body composition.

Shaking my head in astonishment, I continued to push on. Following the well worn path back to the mess hall where I'd be served breakfast.

Zebra's POV

I was boiling over when I realized that everyone including Cub could run faster than me. I was doing good just to be under five feet behind Puppy.

Kitten, I wasn't surprised by the fact she could run. She look like a runner. Puppy, he was probably more stamina than speed. But Cub, now that one I hadn't expected.

My temper only flared higher when I watched from the vantage point at the top of a hill while they were at the bottom of the next one, as Kitten tripped and Cub caught her arm. "That would have been an automatic bin and now she's probably going to beat him to the finish!" I raged on inside my mind.

Surprising, but not upsetting, Kitten recovered from her stumble but Cub burst out ahead of her. Quickly eating up ground and putting about twenty feet in between them in only a few moments. "I wonder if he can keep that up..." I wondered aloud as I watched for half a second before descending the hill as Kitten started pushing harder to catch up to Cub.

"D'you say something?" Puppy called over his shoulder, careful not to stop because that would have also resulted in a bin.

"No!" I called back cheerfully as I could.

Puppy's POV

The woman behind me had clearly been muttering to herself but not quite loud enough for me to hear so I let it go.

"Let her be crazy. Maybe she'll get kicked out and I'll be the one to go on." I said happily, forcing myself to believe the words since I'd spoken then out loud. I didn't actually believe that I was good enough to continued on to became part of SAS... but I could dream... and do my best to kick everyone else's asses out of my way.

I smiled as I began running just a little faster.

Alex's POV

Speeding ahead of Kitten put me back at the mess hall about eight minutes before her. She arrived out of breath at six fifteen give or take.

Kitten and I then had to wait for Zebra and Puppy to join us before we were allowed to eat.

"You are a team so you eat as a team!" The head cook had declared when Kitten approached him.

I'd already guessed this was the case and had tried explaining to Kitten... but she apparently didn't feel like listening and went to ask anyway.

The worst part was the cook blamed me for her questioning just as much as he blamed her... I'd also guessed this would be the case but decided that I'd rather she didn't listen to me in this case and would from not on obey my every order, than have her obey me in this and then not when it really mattered.

Kitten huffed back over to her seat and slouched down. "How long do you think this will take?" She asked angrily.

"They'll be here before eight." I replied, glancing down and my water proof watch.

"Why?" She asked curiously.

"Because it they're not then they'll be binned." I replied and refused to talk anymore on the subject.

Eventually she gave up and took up my silent treatment.

I smiled and remembered trying to use a similar treatment in this same mess hall not to long ago on Wolf...

...

"Hey Double O nothing, not letters from your mama?" Wolf sneered when the mail came in and everyone got at least one letter. Everyone, that is, except for me.

My jaw tightened but I forced myself to hold my tongue, counting silently to ten worked wonders. "You're better than him." A little voice inside my head whispered, desperately trying to hold on to the cool I would have otherwise shed happily.

"Ooh, no biting come back? Someone must be feeling left out." Wolf whispered into my ear cruelly as he passed by waving six letters in front of my face.

"Don't you got a girl back home, kid?" Fox asked as soon as Wolf had taken his seat.

I glanced up and met his questioning eyes.

That was about when Wolf snorted and muttered loudly to Eagle, "Cub probably doesn't swing towards girls." And snickered.

My eyes were still locked with Fox's and I could tell he knew to intervene after what he saw flash through my brown orbs.

"That's enough, Wolf." Fox said quietly, glancing to Snake for support.

Snake's eyes shot back and forth between Fox and Wolf before he shrugged and his eyes returned back to his letters.

Wolf took this as a sign that Fox was the only one on my side, and his loyalties still lay mostly under Wolf. "Your own mother won't even write to you!" He declared with a chuckle.

Fox's eyes stayed on me, ready to leap up and force me back into my seat if I attacked Wolf.

Fortunately he didn't half to, I stood up with my bake so stiff it was even straighter than a ramrod.

"Guess your father didn't want to writhe you either!" This comment was thrown at me as I was almost out of the mess hall. I would have let this go and left right then but Wolf just had to keep going. "Good for nothing loser they both must be... just like you."

I whirled and found Wolf standing right behind me, he'd followed me over to the exit of the large hut. "If you say another word I swear to you I'm going to-"

Wolf cut me off, "Going to what kid? You're smaller, stupider, and weaker than I am." He finished with a cocky grin I knew I just had to wipe off of his face.

Strangely, I never got the chance because right then the sergeant entered the hall and declared, "Parachuting in twenty." And re-exited the mess hall.

My eyes traveled back to Wolf and I found his smirk gone and a deathly white face plastered in it's place. "You'll be binned if you hesitate... and kicked out if you can't do it." I said quietly and left before he could think of a retort.

...

Glancing back at Kitten I smiled, remembering Wolf was hard since I still didn't like the man but at the same time I no longer hated him. After everything else I'd been through in fifteen years I couldn't bring myself to hold such a strong emotion as hatred any longer.

No hate.

No love.

Very little hope.

(1) I have no idea if women are allowed to be part of SAS or even if they train with men but for the purposes of my story the do both.

(2) I don't know a whole lot about SAS and it's differences for MI6 so I'm sorta' guessing. Anyone who knows more I'd appreciate the filling in.