Final chapter. :D thanks if you made it this far!

Details for a sequal at the bottom.

After Cub disappeared, Fox called MI6. In a rushed explanation, the soldier managed to convey what had happened.

They were told to stay where you are, and backup is on the way.

Pretty soon, a line of black cars rolled up, pulling one member of K unit into each car seperatly. They gunned it away from the house, covering the entire map. But Cub had disappeared, the Malibu fading away until it was like it had never been there in the first place.

After the failed search, K unit went to the bank while the MI6 agents covered the airports and train stations.

Wolf frowned as he stepped out of the sleek black sedan. He side stepped onto the curb, leaving room for his unit to crawl out after him.

Wolf looked up at the building in front of him. He placed a hand on his brow to block the sun as he examined the headquarters of Military Intelligence Sector 6.

Approximately fifteen stories, he estimated. It wasn't exactly a sight to behold, but it was hardly run down either. He guessed that that was, perhaps, the point. There was nothing remarkable about this building in comparison to any other bank in London; or even any other building on the street.

Wolf led his unit inside, getting the go ahead to make their way upstairs. They only passed one other person in the hallway's, otherwise the building seemed vacant. He knocked on the Director's door and went in.

Mrs. Jones sat behind the desk, the Sergeant sitting to her left.

"So you lost Alex, then." Mrs. Jones stated bluntly, obviously she wasn't looking for an answer,s so K unit didn't give her one.

Mrs. Jones nodded, "We're doing what we can, to find Agent Rider. Your services wont be needed. You have mandatory leave before you will be back on SAS active duty. Thank you for your service, you can go now." The woman immediately looked down at her desk, scrawling her name across the signature line of a piece of paper. The message was obvious; get out, I'm done with you.

Wolf was a little more stubborn than that.

"We want to help. We can help find Cub."

"You can't, but I assure you we have the best people on the job."

"I don't think you do. In fact, I don't think you have anyone looking for him at all."

"And why would you say that, Mr. San Luca?"

"Because of the agent we passed in the hall," he glared at the woman in front of him, "he was one of the agents that was supposed to be covering Heathrow airport. Except he's here instead."

Mrs. Jones let out a small sigh, looking mildly exasperated. It was a sign of how much Wolf was getting to her that she gave off any emotion at all.

The Sergeant, who was also present for the debrief, gave him a look to let him know that he was pushing his luck.

"Chances are that Alex - Agent Rider - will get out on his own. If and when he does, he'll contact us immediately. We have an extraction team standing by."

"And if he doesn't get out? What then?"

"I've made arrangements to discuss ransom with his kidnappers."

"So what I'm hearing is if Alex doesn't miraculously Houdini himself out of this situation, his life rests in you hoping you can come to terms with a psychotic criminal."

"That is correct, yes. You are dismissed." This time her voice left no room for argument.

Wolf just stood there for a second, trying to comprehend the unfairness of this entire conversation. Behind him, he could feel his unit silently seething. Wolf wanted to yell. He wanted to fight Mrs. Jones on every step of her plan, or lack thereof. But his training won out. Mrs. Jones turned her eyes on him, the Sergeant gave him a cool look, and Wolf caved. He nodded, retreating out of the room.

Once the door snapped shut, him and his unit stormed down the hall of the Royal and General Bank. They opted to take the elevator and the small space seemed to fill up with their rage.

Wolf couldn't believe that MI6 wasn't going to do anything. After everything Cub had done for them, had done for this country, they were essentially leaving him for dead. And the worst part was, Wolf couldn't do anything about it.

Him and his unit were powerless.

They had no connections outside of the SAS and MI6, and clearly neither of those groups would be willing to help. They themselves knew next to nothing about the people who'd taken Cub. It was just unfair. Why did all the bad things happen to Cub?

He'd been dealt a damn unfair card in the game of life, yet he kept going. Kept fighting. He pushed and pushed and pushed. And for what? So MI6 could look the other way when God knows what was happening to him? He could be dead or worse and they wouldn't even know. How was Wolf meant to reconcile that? How could he just turn the reins to the bastards at MI6 and leave his team mate at the mercy of the Arae? How? How how how?

Wolf didn't know. But according to , he'd have to find out.

Wolf knocked on the door nervously. They hadn't been back since Alex had been taken, and they didn't know why Jones would want them to go back now.

It hadn't been easy for K unit. After that meeting with Mrs. Jones and the Sergeant, they'd gone to Fox's apartment. Immediately they'd try'd to find Cub. They'd looked up everything they could on the Arae. They took out evidence and looked at reports from the SAS. They went over everything Cub had ever said about them, which admittedly wasn't much. Eventually, they'd conceded defeat. And one month later, they could still barely look at each other.

They avoided all talk of Cub like the plague. Now here they were, back where it had all gone down; the very source of their guilt.

They waited a moment, not sure what to expect. Then, just as they were about to turn back down the driveway, they heard the security chain being slid out of place. The door swung wide, and they were faced with none other than Cub himself.

He had a cast wrapped around his right arm, and he was on crutches, his left leg wrapped from foot to knee. A bandage was wrapped around his forehead, his hair sweeping down over top of it.

They all stared at him, completely gobsmacked.

Cub smirked, leaning casually on the door frame. "No cold callers," he stated in a completely neutral voice that made Wolf want to smack him. Hard. Cub smirked even more, knowing exactly what Wolf was thinking.

"You owe us a damn good explanation kid."

"So let me get this straight. You wanted to get kidnapped."

"Yes, as I said, after I disbursed the Arae, we couldn't find their secondary location. We new they would want to come after me, so I decided that letting them do just that was the best way to find their hideout. Now we have their base under our thumb and their leaders are on death row for multiple accounts of terrorism."

"Wait, just wait a minute. If you wanted to get kidnapped, why were we here? What if we'd managed to stop them?"

"Please, Eagle. You were never here to stop them. You were here to stop me."

"Why would Jones want us to stop you from completing your mission?" Fox asked.

"Well," Cub waved his hand, looking down, "I said that I decided to let myself get kidnapped. MI6 wanted to handle the situation without me. Mrs. Jones thought that if they put you here, I wouldn't try anything."

"You're a bastard, you know that?"

"I've been told that, yes."

"You could have died, Cub."

"We're all dead, Fox. Some of us are just a little further along than others. The past dead and the future dead. Corpses and corpses to be."

"Your a morbid, morose little pessimist, you know that?"

"I've been told that also, yes."

"And why are we here now?" Wolf asked.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Well, despite my reputation, I'm not completely heartless. I wanted to apologize. You risked your life for me and I'm grateful. I meant to call you myself, but I hadn't gotten to it. Jones clearly took matters into her own hands."

"Hadn't gotten to it, aye?" Snake smirked. "Is that teenage spy for 'I was too scared to call you guys'?"

"Ha. Me? Scared? That's an oxymoron if I've ever heard one."

"Oh where have I heard that before? You little liar." Eagle said triumphantly. "Baby Cubby was a wittle bitty scared."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was tooooooo!"

"Children, please," Wolf interjected, "I expect this kind of behaviour from Eagle, but come on Cub, you're a grown up!"

Eagle gave Wolf an affronted look, while Alex smirked.

"There's another thing '6 wanted me to talk to you about."

"Oh jeez. What now?" Fox said apprehensively.

"Well, Jones seemed to think that your stay with me went quite smoothly-" Wolf snorted at that. "-and with me going away all the time, there's isn't really anyone in the house. So, '6 wanted to know if you'd be interested in making this a permanent thing."

"Cub. Are you asking us to move in with you?" Eagle asked with a sly grin.

Alex sighed. He seemed to be doing that more and more these days. "Yes, Eagle. Essentially I am."

"Oh essentially he says," Fox mocked. "Just admit it Cub, you need us."

"Aww cute," Cub said humorlessly. "You think I actually like you guys."

"Naw course we don't. We know you like us."

"So, is that a yes?"

Sequal, Normally Perfect, is up. It'll follow Alex's new life with K unit and a return to Brecon Beacons.

Overused topic, I know, but I thought I'd try my hand at it!