PLEASE READ: This story was written purely for my amusement. Please understand that I was neither going for, nor intending for this to be, a realistic scenario. Take it all with a grain a salt.

K-unit is back at BB for some brush-up training and MI6 has sent Alex to join them. They are currently involved a survival exercise in which they are to avoid capture by any means possible. They were given one day to plan and prepare for it.

As always, a huge thank you to my beta, Pygmymeese!

KA – Boom!

An explosion rocked Brecon Beacons, sending all of the animals in the surrounding forest scurrying deeper into the woods. All the animals that is, except for a certain five. At the sight of the towering ball of flames rising above the trees, they stilled in shock and awe.

"Eagle, you are so dead," Fox whispered from the tree limb on which he was balancing on.

The dark-haired man's face grew pale in the moonlight as he twisted around to look at the rest of his unit. "It wasn't me!"

"K-UNIT!" They all winced as Sergeant Ryan's voice ripped through the night and reached their hiding place.

"I think we're all dead," a Scottish voice said dryly.

"Snake, shut up," Wolf snapped. "Eagle," he said, turning his dark glare onto the man next to him. "What. Did. You. Do!"

"Nothing, I swear!" the man insisted. "I put the standard amount in!"

"Well apparently you didn't if that fireball was anything to judge by," Fox said, his lips quirked to the side in an amused smile.

"Well if I didn't, it's Wolf's fault!" Eagle replied acidly. "If our oh-so-glorious leader hadn't insisted that I drop everything and pick up the paperwork at the sergeant's office –which wasn't even there, I might add– I wouldn't have messed up the delicate process."

"What the hell are you talking about, Eagle?" Wolf hissed. "We agreed that Snake would pick up the paperwork after breakfast, and besides, I haven't seen you all day. I've been too busy planning this bloody exercise which, by the way, we have now failed."

"Don't you try and pin this solely on me!" Eagle shrugged off the restraining hand Snake had placed on his shoulder. "You sent me on a wild goose chase this afternoon; you're just too much of a dick to admit it."

Wolf stepped forward, eyes narrowing dangerously. Standing almost nose to nose with the man, he thrust a grimy finger into the Eagle's chest. "Now you listen here. I did nothing of the sort. And you know what? I think you're the dick who just doesn't want to take any responsibility!"

Snake gave a small groan. "Really, guys? Come on. Let's raise the maturity of this conversation beyond a twelve-year-old level, yeah?" He pushed Wolf and Eagle a few centimeters apart, hoping to reduce the probability of a physical conflict.

Fox lithely jumped down from his perch and stopped next to Wolf. He knew just as well as Snake that things could quickly escalate between the two hot-headed members of their unit. "Tell us exactly what happened, Eagle; maybe we can get this misunderstanding figured out."

"What is there to tell?" Eagle snapped. "I was working on the trip wire trap just as Wolf here told me to, when Cub came in and told me…" The man's eyes widened in realization. "…that you wanted me to pick up the papers."

The four men froze at the dawning of this new information; then, like four puppets on the same string, they slowly turned to where the unorthodox fifth member of their team leaned lazily against a tree.

Cub, who had been listening in with glee to the conversation, quickly smoothed the smirk off his face and dropped his gaze to the ground as they swung around. After a few moments, he lifted his eyes again and, raising a fair eyebrow, pretended to be surprised to see four SAS men staring at him with varying degrees of anger. At that moment, he was thankful for the poker face his uncle had pounded into him as a child.

"Cub." Wolf took a step towards him, his voice dangerously soft. "You messed with the trap, didn't you?"

The teen met his glare unflinchingly. "Don't be daft, Wolf. You know I'm not allowed around the explosives."

"Then why did you tell me I needed pick up the paperwork?" Eagle growled.

Cub threw up his hands in exasperation. "I'm sorry for trying to help, alright? I heard Wolf talking about them this morning and figured I'd save him some work by picking them up myself. However, since I'm not officially SAS," he accented the last two words with air quotes, "they wouldn't let me. So I got Eagle to do it."

"We'd already decided that Snake would do it."

Cub fixed their unit leader with a cold stare. "Well, seeing as I'm not really included in those conversations, I wouldn't know, now would I?" Inwardly, he smirked as the four men began to look slightly uncomfortable. "Besides, give Eagle a break. Magnesium is temperamental stuff." From the various looks on the soldiers' faces, it looked as if they were going to relent, but then he saw something. Something that told him he was very wrong.

Up until that moment, Eagle had been frowning down at his boot, intensely pondering the situation at hand. When Cub had mentioned magnesium, his brows had furrowed even deeper before popping up in an obvious light bulb moment. He then looked up at the teen, a slow, chilling smile forming on his lips. "Say, Cubby." Eagle sauntered over to him, slinging an arm around the boy's shoulder.

Oh, this was bad. This was very bad.

"Now, how did you know I was using magnesium?" The man's voice was light and joking, but there was no mistaking the underlying dangerousness of his tone. "I could've been using aluminum oxide or potassium perchlorate. In fact, I think those would've been more probable, don't you?"

Cub mentally kicked himself. He should've stopped while he was ahead. But nooo, he had to go try and sound smart. He was treading in very dangerous waters now; he could see it in their eyes. They were watching him like predators who had worked their prey into a corner, licking their lips and waiting for the kill. "L-Lucky guess?" he said weakly.

The men chuckled darkly, and Cub swallowed nervously as they all began to close in on him. He would be backing up, but Eagle's arm was still locked around his shoulder, holding him tight. He knew was dead. K-Unit would kill him. He could see it now; Wolf and Eagle would fight like dogs over who'd get the first shot, then Fox would join in the fun while Snake stood by and shook his head despondently. Unless…

Cub suddenly stood to attention, staring over the soldiers' shoulder, eyes widening in what looked like fear. "Sarge?"

The reaction was immediate. Faces paling, the men spun around to face their commanding officer. It was all the distraction Cub needed. He slammed his heel down on Eagle's foot, causing the man to give a pain-filled shout and release his grip. By the time the other three spun back around, Cub was already gone, crashing off into the forest in the opposite direction.

Wolf roared and tore after him. "CUB! YOU ARE SO DEAD!"

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