AN: Contains mature content, is somewhat AU. Read at your discretion.
(By mature content, I mean references to rape and sex. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics.)
Wolf carefully picked the lock outside the target. It was a sneak operation, not unlike the one at Point Blanc Academy, forcing Wolf to pick locks instead of melting them open. This lock was tricky, though, and used up precious minutes. It clearly designed to not be picked. Of course, it was for that reason the SAS practiced on them.
"Wolf..." Eagle murmured quietly. "It's nearly been a minute." Normally, Wolf only required about forty seconds for this kind, but his hands were vibrating in anticipation of what was inside. The picks seemed to dance before him.
"I know, I know," he muttered back.
"Someone's coming!" Snake hissed quietly. He stood beside Eagle, facing the corridor. The other two SAS men were facing the other direction. Their guns held tranquilizers, as it was only an in-out operation with no intended casualties - they were to retrieve the head of the organization, uninjured and alive. MI6's liaison showed them pictures of the target, informing them that there was no audio available. The target was a man, blond with a chiseled face and muscular arms and a particularly noticeable bulge at his crotch. Wolf and the others were told to stun this man and bring him back.
For questioning, said MI6.
To make an example, thought Wolf. Then MI6 added that if Wolf, Snake, or Eagle saw anyone they knew - most likely Fox, Wolf assumed - they were to retrieve them, too.
Wolf muttered something indistinctly about pressure in this kind of situation to Eagle when the lock clicked open. The five men scrambled into the room faster than eggs would in a blender.
MI6 already had layouts of the room, right down to the toiletries strewn across the desk. The room itself wasn't luxurious by many standards. Small, with plain walls. To be used for dressing and sleeping. An adjacent room held a small bathroom.
Wolf's attention immediately went to the bed on the far wall. It was, unlike the rest of the room, grand and gigantic. The white sheets and translucent canopy were lit by a pasty moon in the window behind it. Having disabled many of the security measures along the way, it would be their escape route. After all, they'd have a body.
The man beside Wolf let out a sigh of relief. The target was still asleep, slightly visible through the veil-like canopy, and the footsteps in the hallway hadn't quickened with alarm. Out of habit, the SAS men moved to the walls of the room, slowly approaching the bed. The the unconscious silhouette was motionless.
The footsteps stopped suddenly outside of the room. Wolf swallowed. Normally, people ran when they anticipated danger to protect or to hide.
"Oh, my," a voice outside sang loudly. "I heard you running about." Wolf's breath hitched as the door started to open. "Are you ready for some more fun now?"
The poor man didn't stand a chance. Eagle wisely shot the man before the man even registered the strangers in his room. He toppled over easily.
Wolf winced. Landing on tranqs was not something Wolf had enjoyed in training. They left bruises like toddlers leave messes.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Wolf noticed Snake looked perturbed. Of course, Wolf felt slightly awkward as well, but he was professional about it and ignored the feeling for the time being. Still...
The now-knocked-out newcomer was naked. And well-endowed.
Wolf smirked. Eagle also noticed Snake's disgruntled expression, and - rather unprofessionally, in Wolf's opinion - muttered, "Feeling jealous?" Usually, they had to be silent, but the figure on the bed hadn't so much as twitched at the louder man's call. Team bonding wasn't a terrible thing, though, so Wolf let it go.
"No, not at all," Snake murmured, to a disbelieving snort from one of the other SAS men. "Is he who I think he is?"
Wolf looked down at the man.
Blond, chiseled features, bulky...
Large penis...
"Yeah, he's the target," Wolf confirmed quietly. He could tell even in the poor lighting.
"So, who's on the bed?" one of the other SAS men asked.
No one answered verbally - Snake shrugged before motioning to Eagle help him carry the unclothed body.
Carefully, Wolf pulled back the canopy. It felt like silk under his fingers, and swished like ripple. Wolf wrinkled his nose at the sickeningly sweet smell of sex. It appeared whoever this character was, she was romantically involved with the man. Or he, Wolf supposed, but he doubted it.
The figure under the sheets was still surprisingly small, and the pillow was pulled over her head. Wolf motioned to the SAS man across from him who'd also opened the canopy to be prepared to shoot the sleeper. Very carefully, Wolf removed the pillow. He blinked twice, then signaled for the other SAS soldier to lower his gun.
It was Cub. Or Alex, as he'd learned on a different mission at Point Blanc. The side of his face was pressed into the mattress while facing Wolf, and his mouth was slightly ajar with a milky white substance dribbling out. The white sheet covered him up to his shoulder. Delicately, in an attempt to avoid waking the child, Wolf pulled back the sheet to reveal a mess of faded and fresh bruises, bite marks, and a sticky white splatter on the boy's chest.
Wolf didn't need or want to pull the sheet back any further. He'd seen enough to know Cub had been up to some night activities for quite some time, judging by some of the faded bruises. And he'd seen enough to know that Cub, like the man he'd been sleeping with, was also stark naked.
"Guys?" he asked quietly. Snake and Eagle appeared at the foot of the bed. They had dropped their cargo to the floor for a moment to look closely at the still soundly sleeping spectacle. The other two SAS men stood across from Wolf.
"Mother-fucker..." Eagle muttered. Snake elbowed him, but neither bothered to tear their gaze from the new development: Cub.
Wolf glanced at them before pulling the sheet back up to the kid's neck. "What do we do?"
"We have a few minutes," Snake pointed out. "I say we wake him and assess his loyalties and mental state."
One of the other SAS men suggested, "We should just shoot him and ask later. Carry him. He looks light enough."
Wolf glanced between the men. He was in charge. "We'll wake him and find out what his relationship is with the target. Then we shoot him, regardless."
The soldier with the shoot-now-ask-questions-later plan nodded and pointed his gun at Cub's back.
"Cub?" Wolf asked quietly. He placed a securing hand on the boy's shoulder. "Cub?"
Cub blinked as if his world were moving much more slowly than reality. It seemed to speed up as he realised Wolf was in front of him.
"Wolf?"
"It's me, Cub. We're here to get you out."
Cub blinked, nearly expressionless. "Where's Tarel?"
"The target?" Wolf asked.
"Yeah."
"Out cold."
Cub nodded. Wolf couldn't help but think this was just about the most awkward conversation he'd ever had. Cub didn't seem to agree - despite his distinct lack of clothing and disheveled state, he seemed perfectly at ease with talking to Wolf. Then Cub rolled onto his back and sat up partway, letting the sheet stick to his chest. Snake and Eagle had - at some point, Wolf wasn't sure - hefted the target between them in anticipation of their exit through the window. "Tarel?" he asked, quietly. His voice and face expressed concern.
No, Wolf thought, he was raped. This isn't right. Cub was raped, but he's concerned about the rapist?...
"Cub, you were raped, right?" he asked quietly.
"No," the boy replied. "Will Tarel be okay?"
"Yes," Wolf answered, not quite sure what to say now. The kid had been sleeping willingly with the target? "Did MI6 put you up to this?"
"No, not this," Cub replied, once again, not in his own favor.
Just as Wolf was about to ask another question, the other SAS man fired his tranquilizer. It hit Cub in the chest. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell back onto the mattress.
"He wasn't on our side," the soldier explained. "That much was clear."
AN: Joy. Confusion g'lore - that is, galore. Kind of like 'glamorous gore' mushed together. But don't worry, there's none of that coming.
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