She was tired, dirty and not about to give up. She didn't have to be here, none of them did, but none of them could just sit back when it was their own brothers in trouble. And of course, it was an all boy squad. She could feel their eyes on her now as she took the crying child from their Captain. Captain Carolyn Williams shot the man a glare before walking away, "Brady, jacket!"

"Yes, sir!" One of her own men threw her his jacket and she wrapped it around the little girl, shushing her quietly. Had to be no more than 4 years old. Didn't they see the girl's dead mother only feet away? No, of course not.

"Cap, your cell's ringing," Jeff came over, their comms man. Carolyn had ordered all her men to turn over all their phones to him, keeping them focused on clearing the city.

"Who's it from?"

"Your dad."

"On what phone?"

"Work."

"I'll take it," Carolyn sighed, taking it. Only that man could get to her in the middle of a war zone. "Yeah, Dad?"

"You alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Em just called, said you were on the telli."

"TV, Dad. I'm fine. Me and the guys just came out to help clean up the mess. Let Em know I'm fine and will send her an email as soon as I have time."

"Okay, be safe."

"Always," Carolyn smiled before handing the phone back to Jeff. "He says to kick the ass of the next Ranger who looks at mine the wrong way."

"With pleasure," Jeff and Brady laughed as they got back to work. Carolyn looked down at the little girl. She was silent, snuggled close, sucking her thumb.

"Lets go find you some friends," hopefully she was lucky and had some left.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly, looking around the Land Rover she was currently sitting in with Brady and Jeff on either side of her and Danny up front in the passenger seat. Their driver had said to just call him Brawn and then pulled his shades on and raced out of the airport. It had been around 11 at night when they had landed back at base somewhere in Iraq, the location had been classified. As soon as she and the boys had set foot on the tarmac, Brawn had come up and said they had new orders and were to come with him. She was tired and crabby and she wanted to do was curl up in her bunk till they had to report for duty two days from now. Instead she found herself squeezed between Mr. All-I-Do-Is-Live-In-A-Gym and Mr. I-Was-Gonna-Be-A-Pro-Wrestler. And of course she was queen on the skinny yet deadly, so she just barely fit. She was used to it by now, but really made she had lost at "Chewie" and to Danny of all people!

She wasn't the only one up. Danny was talking to Brawn, discussing (I wonder what?) weight lifting! (I knew it) She sighed and focused her attention outside and frowned, "I thought we were in the middle of the desert?"

"You were when you fell asleep," Danny chuckled, turning to face her. "We got loaded on a carrier at another base and were flown here."

"And here is where, Daniel?" She hoped that talking to Mr. I-Eat-12-Dozen-Eggs-For-Breakfast did not make him forget that she using his full name was placing him one step away from her pulling rank AND kicking his ass.

"You're making names for us again," Brady laughed as he stretched next to her.

"Am not! Where are we?"

"Are too! Diego Garcia," Jeff nudged her. "I was enjoying cuddling with you."

"We were not cuddling nor will we ever cuddle," she growled, glaring at him.

"Come on, I think someone needs a hug!" Brady wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Rape!" Carolyn gasped out, struggling against Brady.

"What did we tell you about making names?" Danny laughed. "You get hugged."

"This is mutiny!" Carolyn finally was let go, shooting a glare at Brady, who just smiled innocently. She sighed and focused back on Danny, "You've been awake the whole time?"

"Yup," Danny nodded. "We landed about five minutes ago and were offloaded. Left the main base long ago and Brawn here said we're headed to a special ops base farther down the beach. More isolated, only one road in and out."

"So, Brawn, can you tell us why we are here?" Carolyn leaned forward so she was between the driver and Danny.

"Nope, the Major will handle that. I'm just transportation," Brawn chuckled. Inside joke, possibly.

"And the Major is?" she continued to press.

"Look, Captain, I cannot say anymore. Those are my orders from my Commander and I really don't feel like disobeying them. Personally, my money is on you when the who thing goes down," Brawn shrugged.

"What thing?" Brady frowned.

"You'll see. I love it when humans fight," Brawn smirked as they pulled through the gates and onto another base.

"Wait, what do you mean humans?" Carolyn tensed. Brawn didn't answer, just stopped and the doors popped open.

"Welcome to your new home," he climbed out himself nodding to where three men were standing in front of a semi, a Topkick, a Camaro and a Porsche. Brady glanced at the others before slowly climbing out, watching the men carefully. Jeff and Danny went out their doors and moved around so they were facing the men as Carolyn climbed out from Brady's door, straightening her black shirt as she turned to the men and froze.

"You!" she and the one guy said at the same time. He was standing in the middle of the three, arms crossed, his eyes hard as he glared at her. He was wearing a black shirt and tan cargo pants tucked into black combat boots. His glasses were pushed up on his head. On his left stood a black man in similar garb, but his shirt sleeves had been ripped off, showing an impressive set of muscles...if she hadn't seen that sort of thing every single day. On his right was a stockily built man with greying hair and matching grey-blue eyes. He was wearing black boots, jeans and a dark blue shirt. He was watching this interaction with calm eyes while the man on the left frowned deeply, glancing at her boys, assessing the situation.

"When you said Captain Williams, I didn't think you meant that Captain Williams," Captain, no, Major William Lennox growled. Oh, this was not gonna end well at all.

Whoever can reference "Chewie" gets to decide on a mission for these guys! You decide the team, location, and why they are there.