What are the odds of a person getting themselves stuck inside a torpedo tube, in a military submarine, heading directly for North Korea? Slim to none, or so you'd think.

Sonny Quinn was always one to beat the odds and he'd certainly outdone himself this time. Not only was Bravo three stuck in the flooded tube, but his oxygen was running extremely low. What was supposed to be a quick in-and-out op had turned into rescue mission with a rapidly ticking clock.

"Hey guys, how's it going up there?" Sonny asked through the comms in his SCUBA mask. His breathing was labored and voice low. The 45 minutes he'd been stuck felt like hours due to the claustrophobic nature of the situation. The steel around his wedged, broad shoulders was tightening its grip on him with every breath.

The remainder of Bravo Team was working as quickly as possible to devise a plan to save the life of their teammate, but there were variables to consider. Pressurizing the tube to shoot him out obviously wasn't an option. Even if they could force him out of the tube, into the ocean alive, he would end up face to face with the 40,000 ton sub that could crush him. Then, of course, there were the sharks, and Sonny wasn't having any of that. Getting him back inside was the only option, but getting to him was proving quite difficult.

"Going good, man. You all squared away in there?" Jason responded, trying to keep himself and Sonny calm.

Sonny let out a small chuckle, "yeah, but I new the economy size was the wrong choice. Next time, have Davis book me the king size tube."

"You got it," Jason laughed, along with the rest of the guys. "Hey, Sonny, we think we've figured this out, but it could get a little messy. You in?"

"How messy we talkin', Jas?"

"50/50."

Sonny sighed, not really liking the odds this time, but what other options were there? "All in, brother."

"Roger that." Jason and the guys began prepping their gear.

Sonny knew that death was always on the table during a spin up, but he'd imagined something quick and dirty, going out in a blaze of glory, not running out of air and slowly dying alone in the dark. 'This just sucks,' he though silently. By his calulations, he had about 10 minutes worth of oxygen left in his tank. If the guys didn't work fast, this would soon become recover, not rescue.

"Boys," Sonny called out, "before we do this I have a few things to say to all of you."

The rest of Bravo cautiously glanced at one another, knowing what Sonny was about to do.

"HAVOC you there, too?"

The rest Bravo Team was waiting on the operators, in the C-130 command post, listening to everything intensely, not believing what was happening.

Blackburn took the comms from Davis, who'd been reviewing the schematics of every sub possible trying to find a way to free Sonny, "We're here Bravo three."

"Good. Umm... I, uh...," he took a shallow breath. "In case this doesn't end well for me, I just wanted you all to know that I... I love you, guys. Bravo has been the best family I never thought I needed." Another shallow breath.

"Jason, I want you to notify my mom."

Jason tried to cut in, "Sonny don-."

"No, I need to do this," Sonny interjected, sniffling, to cover the incoming tears. "Mom knows all about the great Jason Hayse. My mentor, my brother. She'll need to see you if I don't make it out."

"I'll be there," Jason mumbled through his quivering lip.

"Ray, do me a favor?"

"Anything, brother."

Sonny wasn't always the sentimental type, "Name your next kid after me," he chuckled.

Everyone on comms laughed and cried at the same time. Sonny was the only one that could make a joke while staring death in the face.

"Consider it done," Ray replied, continuing to get their gear ready for extraction.

"Spenser, you're a pain in my ass. That's all."

"Likewise, Sonny."

Approximately seven minutes of O2 left. The guys were almost ready to make their move.

"Trent. Brock. Kairos. Cerberus. I couldn't ask for better teammates. It's been an honor serving by your side. And Kairos, no hippy, voodoo shit at my funeral, please."

"Roger that, Sonny, but we are getting you out of there," Kairos said as the team assembled, beginning their hail Mary rescue attempt.

Five minutes. Sonny knew he should be preserving that precious little bit of air he had left, but if he was going out, he was going out on his own terms.

"Blackburn, thank you for everything. I wouldn't be the man I am if you weren't there leading me, keeping me focused."

Blackburn nodded, "It's been my pleasure, Sonny."

"Mandy, I know you're there. Even if you weren't I'm sure you have the plane bugged and are listening in, so, thanks for always having our backs."

Mandy smiled, choking back her tears. Witnessing death came with the job, but nothing about it ever got easier.

Two minutes. Sonny could feel how dense the air was now. It wouldn't be long.

"Davis?"

Lisa Davis sat in her chair in front of the radio, listening to all of the 'goodbyes'. This couldn't be real. This isn't how she thought her time with Sonny would end, it was too soon. She wasn't ready for this. They'd spent the better part of ten years working together and only recently realized that there was more than friendship between them. Davis knew she needed to make things right with Sonny. Their last conversation, if you could call it that, ended their short relationship. They hadn't spoken since that day in the locker room and if this was the last time she was going to talk to him, she couldn't leave things that way.

"You there, Davis? I don't have much time left and I owe you an apology..."

Davis wiped away her tears and took hold of the receiver. "No, you don't, Sonny. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept secrets from you, you're my best friend, my family, and you deserved better than that."

Sonny couldn't hold back his tears any longer, "I should have done better and stood by whatever decision you made with your future." Sonny started coughing, the air dangerously thin and he was starting to feel the effects of the oxygen depletion. "I was wrong. I... just... didn't want to lose you." Sonny was taking short, strained gasps of air now. His chest was tight and he could feel himself beginning to lose consciousness.

Davis sobbed into the receiver. There was so much more to say, so much that he needed to hear.

She called his name, "Sonny?" No response. Davis panicked. "Sonny answer me! Wake up! You can't die on me like this! Sonny! Bravo one where are you? Get him out of there now."

Sonny could hear her voice as he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off.