Takes place Pre-Chuck Season one and Post Scorpia Rising, but no spoilers for that, so feel free to read on! :)

Casey swore quietly so his captors wouldn't hear him. He and eight others were currently cramped in a small room, bloody, and exhausted. A joint British-American operation using the SAS and Black Ops to rescue a valued asset to both the CIA and SIS was a major operation, and not one that should be failed. However, it seemed as though it was the case, as they had lost three men and were currently in a room under armed guard. Casey's eyes skimmed over the British unit and his own teammates. Pagan was bleeding from a gash on his arm and his nose was broken, Brown's wrist was fractured and he was sporting a black eye, Perez was covered in numerous cuts and bruises and judging from the gazed look in his eyes, he had gotten a concussion due to the explosion. Jacobs was the worst off of them all, he took a bullet to the shoulder and was losing blood in spite of the bandaging that one of the Brits, Hawk, had administered; and Sullivan was dead. Casey's calculating eyes met those of the one of the SAS men, Wolf.

Casey knew that this guy was the leader when the two of them had first met. Although Wolf was shorter than the others on his team, he radiated power. His bulging muscles and dark brown eyes seemed to intimidate the rest of the team, a feat Casey respected, but didn't completely understand; how could this man own team be afraid of him? Pagan had quietly whispered a similar thought to Jacobs, and Manta, overhearing and explained that this guy was one of the biggest and best bastards that walked the Earth; training camp with him had been hell, so he'd been told. Casey, eavesdropping by giving no inclination that he heard, had allowed his opinion of the man to rise; a fearful reputation was hard to attain in this business and getting it was an accomplishment.

Currently Wolf's eyes were roaming his own team; Casey knew that they had lost both Eel and Spider. Hawk had come through relatively unscathed, but, like Brown, had a black eye. He was currently adjusting the bandage on Perez, whose left arm had a straight line going down the whole thing, drawn with a knife. Manta and Panther sat next to each other, Manta with a sprained ankle and Panther recovering from a blow to the temple. Casey and Wolf assessed each other, noting and then dismissing their own and each other's slight injuries. They had already checked the room for bugs and cameras; as far as they could tell, there weren't any.

The door suddenly opened and a man walked in with three armed guards; he carried bread and water, which he threw at Wolf, who reflexively caught it.

"It's not poisoned," the man told them with a trace of a French accent, "and it might be all you're going to get until we find out what we want to do with you. The boss wants you dead, but the head thinks that you being here could prove…interesting. Well gentlemen, enjoy your meal. For some of you, it may be the last." With those cheerful words, he gave a cruel smile, turned around and shut the door behind him, leaving the captives alone once again.

"Think it's poisoned?" Jacobs asked through clenched teeth.

"Not likely," Wolf murmured, "Scorpia likes to cause pain, and I think right now they'd rather us alive, not dead."

Manta looked over at his leader. He was the youngest of the SAS, but Casey noted his extreme bravery in battle. "Hey Wolf, let me. If it's poisoned we'll know; I'm perfectly fine except for me ankle. If anything happens to me we know not to trust what they give us." And before Wolf could argue, Manta had snatched the bread and a water bottle.

"The seal on the bottle is still intact," he announced, and before anyone could protest, he took a bite of bread, chewed it and swallowed it.

"I swear to god Manta," Wolf growled, "if you die…" he let his threat trail off, but Manta only shrugged.

"I'll probably go to hell," he replied, "and when you arrive, I'll be there to welcome you."

Casey couldn't help it; he laughed before he could stop himself. The members of his team and the SAS unit looked at him in surprise. Manta smiled and flashed a child-like grin.

Brown, save Casey, was the most experienced of the team. He smiled at Manta, "How old are you kid?"

"I'm no kid," Manta responded, pretending to be affronted, "I am a legal adult at twenty-two years old."

"You're young," the thirty-five year old Jacobs commented, "so what, where you an eighteen year old during training?"

"Yeah," Manta replied, "I was actually seventeen when I entered, because of my late birthday. Sergeant scared the shit outta me."

Hawk laughed, "He does that to everyone who meets him."

"You the youngest to do SAS training?" Pagan inquired.

"Well I heard a rumor of a teenager like fifteen doing it, so I'm not really sure," Manta responded.

Perez laughed, "A kid doing training? Bull. Don't trust rumors, especially ones so full of crap like that one."

"It's not," Wolf muttered, staring into his lap.

"What's not?" Perez asked, confused.

"It's not a rumor," Wolf clarified, "a kid really did train with the SAS. He was in my unit."

"How old?" Brown questioned as Manta, Panther, and Hawk turned to face their leader with mouths agape.

"He's real?" Panther asked.

"He actually exists?" Hawk added.

"What's his name?" Manta questioned.

Wolf sighed. "No older than fifteen, I'd even say fourteen. Yes, he's real and he exists; he's not something Sarge made up to show up new recruits. And his name is," Wolf seemed to struggle internally with himself for a moment before finally sighing and giving a name, "his codename was Cub."

Perez whistled. "And he survived your SAS training? Heard that's as tough as our Black Ops training; we has powerful young men not make it. You want me to believe a fourteen year old did?"

"He was only there for two weeks" Wolf added.

"Damn," Perez said, "what is he? Superman?"

"Superboy, you mean," Pagan corrected, "Don't forget he's just a kid."

Manta stretched out, winching at the pain in his ankle. "Well who ever his is, I wonder what SuperSAS is doing now. What do you think happened to him Wolf?"

Wolf shrugged but Casey noticed something off about the man; he knew something pertaining to the kid.

"Wolf?" Casey asked gruffly. Wolf complied and looked up. "Did you ever see Cub again?"

Wolf sighed. "This is probably classified, but yeah, I did."

Brown let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "He's dead, isn't he?"

"Not yet," muttered Wolf, glancing around the room.

Really crappy ending point, but I needed to stop it there in order for the other parts to be pretty equal as well. Part 2 will probably be posted in a few days. The whole thing is typed already, so if i forget to update, remind me, lol. :)

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