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Chapter 25 - Test

Late at night, the house was quiet, save for the faint creak of wooden beams settling into the silence. In his small room, Alex Jr. sat cross-legged on his bed, a worn photograph of his parents clutched tightly in his hands. The dim glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the faded smiles frozen in time.

His fingers traced the edges of the picture, his young face shadowed by emotions too heavy for his ten years.

"I'll make you proud," he whispered, his voice steady but soft, like a vow sworn to the silence.

The photograph trembled slightly in his grip before he set it gently on the nightstand. With a deep breath, Alex lay down, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the lessons and missions of the day.

By dawn, he was already awake, pulling on his training gear and heading down to the basement. The weight in his chest was always there, but so was his resolve.

In the study, Peter sat at his desk, his eyes on a document he hadn't read for the past ten minutes. Across the room, Steve leaned against the wall, tossing a knife between his hands, while Leo stood by the window, his face unreadable as he gazed out at the yard.

The tension was palpable.

"He's too young for this," Peter said finally, breaking the silence. His voice carried a rare tone of guilt, the kind that gnawed at his usually unshakable confidence.

Steve caught the knife mid-air and shrugged. "Too young, but not too weak," he replied. "You've seen him, Pete. He's sharper than half the recruits we've trained. He wants this."

"Wanting it doesn't mean he should have it," Peter shot back, setting the paper down. "He's a child, Steve."

"Was," Leo corrected, turning from the window. His sharp gaze pierced through the room like a knife. "He's not a child anymore. He made that clear the day he walked in here and demanded we train him."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features. "But at what cost? Do we really want to be the ones who take away what little childhood he has left?"

Leo's face darkened, his voice low and measured. "This isn't about what we want. It's about what's coming. He knows that better than any of us."

The three men lapsed into silence, each grappling with the consequences of their decision.

One evening, Peter decided it was time to test Alex's loyalty and skill. He handed the boy a slim, sealed file containing sensitive information.

"Take this to the study upstairs," Peter instructed. "But do it without being seen. Sophie's in the living room, and you know she can't find out about this."

Alex's small hands closed around the file. He nodded without a word and disappeared into the shadows.

The trio moved quickly to the monitors in the basement, their eyes glued to the screens displaying various angles of the house.

"Let's see how he handles this," Steve muttered, leaning closer to the flickering images.

On the screen, Alex moved with practiced precision, his small frame slipping into darkened corners and behind furniture. In the living room, Sophie sat on the couch, absorbed in a book, her focus occasionally drifting to the window.

Alex waited, timing his steps to the creaks in the floorboards. He pressed himself against the wall, just out of Sophie's line of sight, and slid into the hallway.

"Kid's good," Steve said, a note of approval in his voice.

"Too good," Peter murmured, his expression unreadable.

In less than ten minutes, Alex reached the study. He stepped inside and placed the file on the desk in front of Peter, who had hurried upstairs to meet him.

"Good work," Peter said, testing Alex's reaction.

Alex didn't smile. His voice was steady, his gaze unwavering. "Was there ever any doubt?"

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn't come. Instead, he simply nodded, his thoughts a whirlwind of admiration and unease.

As Alex left the study, the trio reconvened in the basement.

"We've created something," Peter said, his voice heavy. "I'm just not sure if it's what we intended."

Steve folded his arms, his usual smirk replaced with a rare seriousness. "He's becoming what he needs to be. Whether we like it or not."

Leo's sharp eyes followed the faint sound of Alex's footsteps disappearing into the hallway above. "The question isn't whether he's ready," he said. "It's whether we are."

For the first time, the trio found themselves at a crossroads. The boy they had once dismissed as too young was no longer someone they could ignore.

But as they stared at the monitors, watching Alex retreat to his room, they couldn't shake the feeling that they were teetering on the edge of something far greater—and far more dangerous—than they had anticipated.

There was no turning back now.