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Title: Viewer Discretion is Advised

Summary:

A lot of things in life aren't 'suppose' to happen. For example parents to a one year old child aren't 'suppose' to die leaving the child alone for the rest of his life. The alone child isn't suppose to become a spy after his uncle dies. The child isn't suppose to go though what he does. The child isn't suppose to see people die right in front of his eyes.

I'm sorry world, but a lot of things that aren't 'suppose' to happen, do happen. Sometimes it's for the best, like when a mother isn't suppose to get pregnant with another child. Yet they love that child, no longer is it a mistake but a miracle. Other times for example, it's for the worst. This is one of those times.

Chapter 1: Not Suppose

Luke's P.O.V

Groaning I force my eyes open. Coldness, keeping me from the comfort I need to sleep in this hut, is my enemy. It's already morning and I barley got any sleep last night. You would think SAS could afford enough heat to keep their soldiers warm, but I guess dealing with insane temperatures here will be good practice for the real thing over seas. I sit up and stretch, while I wait for the alarm to go off on the bed side. 4:59, just another minuet and the others will be waking up and I will be getting dressed. In 3- 2-1

BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEPPPP! BEEEEPPPPP! I watch the others in my unit wake up at the annoying beep. I shut if off before it could get any louder and smile when 2 out of my 3 other mates start to sit up in bed. Fox and Snake groan sleepily as they get up and start to move around. Eagle, however is still cozy in bed as if he didn't hear the alarm go off, just like he's been doing since he joined the unit. Frowning I remember that it's my turn to make sure he's awake.

"Eagle! It's time to get up! The alarm clock says so. Don't play like you didn't hear the alarm clock. L-Unit could hear the alarm! Five minuets and that's it!" I say and go to my locker to grab my new weeks uniform. I quickly put it on facing the wall, and look back to find Eagle still in bed. I go over to his bed, shake him roughly, earning a groan, and then pull the blanket off of him. He opens his eyes a bit this time and looks at me through the crack.

"Leave me alone Wolf!" He says and I go crazy.

"NO I will NOT leave you alone. I am not serving kitchen duty because you wouldn't get up. Now get up or you'll be cold and wet!" I say with a threat and watch as he get's up slowly, glaring at me the whole time. Eagle didn't put up as much of a fight as I though he would. Maybe today wont be so bad after all.

At precisely 5:15 my unit and I make our way to the mess hall where they just started serving breakfast. We've been in this routine for months, so it's normal for us. We quickly get a good breakfast, and sit down at our table. We are joined by other unit's a few minuets after us. Chatter is filling the Mess Hall quickly, more quickly than I would like but what can I do about it?

"Wolf!" I hear a yell and put down my black coffee to stand in solute with my fellow unit. "At ease" the sergeant says as he comes closer.

"Yes sir?" I ask. The Mess hall gets quiet, as if they are waiting to see who's in trouble.

"I need to see you in my office, along with your unit." With that he leaves us to clean up our mess and leave the mess hall.

"Eagle! Shut up!" Fox says and steps toward Eagle in a threatening way.

"What are you going to do to make me?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows to see how Fox will handle this.

"Don't tempt me Eagle, we are just as confused as you are. So shut up and save us the headache." Fox says and Eagle, to my surprise, shuts up. We then walk silently to the office the rest of the way.

At the office we are called in as soon as we get there, causing me more confusion. I lead the way, and see two other people than the sergeant at the office.

"K-Unit, these people are apart of MI6. MI6, K-Unit. One of my most respectful and trustworthy units." sergeant says and sits down. An elderly man stands up as well as a younger woman.

"Hello. I'm Alan Blunt, this is my assistant Tulip Jones." The man says holding out a hand for all of us to shake, the lady does the same.

"I'm Wolf, the leader of K-Unit. This is Fox, Snake, and Eagle. What can we do for you?" I ask and Mr. Blunt smiles. The smile seems forced but I don't say anything at the time. "We need your help to find one of our agents. He needs your help. Will you be up for the challenge?" Mr. Blunt asks, my unit looks at me, and I wonder what I should do.

Alex's P.O.V

"Ah, Alex Rider." A German accent slips through the cell bars, causing me to look up at the familiar voice. "What a pleasure." My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I must be going crazy. My kidnappers must of given me something harmful to play tricks on me. Yassen Gregorovich is standing right before my eyes, and I can't do anything about it. Other than the fact I'm chained to the wall in the cell, the man is suppose to be dead. "What are you doing here?" I ask, meaning what are you doing alive, and what are you doing here in the heart of Scorpia.

"I don't know what your talking about. I work here. You should know that Little Alex." he teases, making my anger rise.

"What are you doing alive?" I ask harsher than I asked the last question. Though I'm tired and hurt I still have a right to be upset and trust me I am upset.

"Oh, whatever do you mean? Haven't I always been alive?" He asks, making me want to brake the chains holding me against the wall, to strangle him. I cant brake the chains though. I've already tried that. It only wears me out. "Your suppose to be DEAD!"

So.. How do you like… sorry if it's a little crappy, but I'm a bit tired right now. Thanksgiving is today so.. Yea.. Here ya go. Happy Thanksgiving. Please review. I'll be thankful for that! Should I continue? Tips?