Heyy! This is my first ever fan fiction. Please be kind. Reviews and Constructive Criticism would be lovely.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing.
It was dark, everywhere. Outside on the field, inside, in a building that smelled of damp. However there was a stillness in the air. A stillness which made most people a little on edge. It was silly to think, but the air seemed to sense something was about to happen. Of course, little would know of what it was. The darkness was a good place to hide secrets. To put away all lost feelings. To pretend like nothing at all was wrong. However on this night, a particular secret was about to be revealed. Though no one quite knew what it was, as of yet. There was only one company responsible for the capture, one responsible for the fact a capture could go ahead, and one unit that was responsible for cleaning it up. Rescue. That was the instruction. Well, really it had more words inside it, but that was all that needed to really be said. Don't get yourself killed. Don't lose. Don't blow anything up.
The dark corridor the unit was carefully and quietly making their way through, was one that reminded each person in the unit, that this mission they were on was urgent. Not just for the person captured, but so they could spend as little time as possible in the corridors. It had been a long wait for K-Unit before they'd been allowed to make their way into the old abandoned building outside Carlisle in the North of England. But, now that they'd been called into action the entire unit was ready to complete the mission they'd been set.
There are four men in total in K-Unit. Fox, Eagle, Wolf and Snake. Each man was in the team for a different reason. However it was up until recently that Fox had not actually been a part of the unit, it had been both happily and anxiously that he had rejoined his old unit for this specific mission. It had been by the orders of MI6, orders which admittedly had confused all the members of K-Unit. Despite the fact the unit had wanted the entire mission to be over and done with in a matter of hours, they had had to spend the better part of four days just waiting around for the signal to head in. Thankfully they'd not wasted their time, inside, they had gotten ready for the mission, and had managed to fit in a little time talking about old times. There had been questions of previous missions. Fox had talked of his time with MI6, how brutal it was. It had taken two days of talking about old times, before the blonde boy with brown eyes had been brought up. Cub. The young boy that had for a time spent time with the Unit. They all spent a few seconds wonder where this boy was now. However, now that the mission had started the thoughts of the boy were very distant in all four minds.
In the lead was Wolf, since he was the leader of K-Unit, walking very closely behind him was Fox, and Eagle and Snake took the rear, watching behind them just in case someone decided to launch an attack against them. They'd been walking around the building for the better part of an hour, and as much as Wolf insisted, the others were all inwardly complaining about how lost they truly were. It was annoying and the men were restless. They all just wanted it to be over with so they could all go home. They weren't really thinking that they'd have to do much else apart from find the agent.
A blood curdling scream filled the halls, breaking the silence that had been with the unit since they'd had the signal that it was good to go. All four men froze where they were standing, sharing a nervous glance. It had been a terrified scream. A scream so full of pain, that it had been almost unbearable to hear. They knew they had to find the person, more than before they realised that whatever had been happening to the agent needed to stop. Find the agent, because it was clear that the person was being treated awfully. They had expected as much why else would the SAS be called in unless it was a vital and dangerous mission, but when any person heard someone scream in such a fashion, no matter the training, it was never something you could be prepared for or get used to. Especially since that scream had seemed ten times worse than any other that they'd ever heard before. Not that any member of K-Unit wanted to be used to a sound like that.
What followed was a deadly silence. The only possible thing they could hear was the slow dropping of water from the ceiling to the floor. It seemed all the men were holding their breathes. Waiting for another scream to follow, but nothing did. Just silence, which was never a good sign. Wolf turned to his teammates, and had a look of, we-have-to-hurry-the-fuck-up. Which each of the other members had been pretty much thinking themselves, but as the leader, Wolf needed to show them that he was in charge of the situation and in a way, he was just making it clear what they had to do. He was just making it clear how important there mission actually was. Finding the MI6 operative needed to be done pronto.
Wolf took a deep breath and then headed down in the direction that he was sure the scream had come from. Each step now seemed echoed. He feared that they would be found, since it appeared none could walk quietly. Wolf held up a hand to his team as he reach a flight of stairs, that only headed down. He took another breath, and then thinking that there was no other way to go, headed down.
It was another fifteen minutes before Wolf and his unit reached a door that they could not just open. It was locked, which considering that this building was meant to be one used by terrorists was no weird, but since it was the first in a long while, the entire unit, without even exchanging words, knew they had to get the door open. After a brief moment of trying to turn the handle once more, just to double check, Wolf nodded to Eagle, who with his gun, drove a bullet into the lock. The noise sounded like a bomb had exploded in the echoey corridors. Now, they knew they had to really hurry. It would only be a matter of time before the enemy would descend upon them. Swarming them and out numbering, and K-Unit did not like failing.
Thankfully, there was no need for a second bullet, as the door was now clearly going to open. A second bullet would've made it even easier for the enemy to find them. Wolf stood back and let Eagle open the door, but as the leader, he stepped into the room first. What he did not expect to see was a boy, who looked no older than fifteen, tied to a chair. The boy was clearly unconscious. He had made no movement to the fact people had entered the room. There was a pool of blood around the chair, and there was the steady dripping of blood coming from the boy's nose. Wolf and the rest of K-Unit stood frozen where they'd stepped into the room. The boy was small, thin, too thin for a boy. The boy's blonde hair, was messy, and dirty. Dried blood, dirt and dust, made the blonde hair not look as blonde as it should be. It was Fox who stepped forward, reminding them that they had a job to complete.
Wolf took another step towards the boy, taking in the boy's clothing, he figured that at one point the jeans and white t-shirt had once fitted the boy. Although, he knew he'd have to wait until the t-shirt was properly clean before he decided that the t-shirt was in fact white. It was just like the boy's hair cover in dirt, and blood. Like the boy had been more than once thrown onto a dirty floor. Wolf walked round to the back of the chair, he nodded to Fox who stepped forward and held the boy lightly by the shoulders. He tried to not apply too heavily, he didn't want to cause the boy more pain, and he didn't want to wake him. If the boy woke the pain he'd probably be feeling would be unbearable. Fox, Eagle and Snake were all glad in that moment that the boy had a shirt on. None of them wanted to see underneath. From what they could already see every part of the boy was either covered by a bruise or a cut and all they could see was the top of the arms and the feet. Wolf gave a small cough, to get the attention in the room back to the matter at hand, he felt pity for the boy in front of him they all did, but they couldn't lose sight of the task they had been sent to complete. From his belt Wolf pulled out a knife and then looked to the boy's hand. Wolf had to swallow back vomit. The hands were bloody, and long deep cuts were all over the boy's arms with dried blood encrusted. He had to take a deep breath before he found where he needed to cut.
Swiftly he cut the cord, and he watched the boy slump forwards, into Fox, who was holding the boy up, still holding the shoulders. Wolf leaned over and cut the cord tying the boy's ankles to the chair. Once done he stood up, he watched Fox lower the boy on to the floor of the room. The leader of the unit could only think that MI6 agent or not, there was no way a kid deserved this. Hell, no adult deserved this either. The people who were holding him, were clearly sick bastards. It was as he bent down next to Fox who was staring intently at the boy's clearly broken nose, and the bruising around his eyes that the boy suddenly seemed familiar to him. But Wolf didn't know that many fifteen year olds. He wasn't married, so he had no kids who could be friends with fifteen year olds and he was in SAS, left little time to be around teenagers. Wolf leaned in closer., exchanging a glance with Fox, who'd clear made the exact same realisation as him. It couldn't be. No way.
"Cub?" The words had been taken right out of Wolf's mouth by Fox who's gaze had settled upon the boy's closed eyes. Wolf cursed to himself. It couldn't be true. Cub was a fifteen year old boy, whom he had put through hell when they'd met. There was no way that this could be him. The boy shouldn't be with MI6. He should be dealing with girls not terrorists that he'd clearly pissed off. Wolf brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed them lightly. There had been no mention on the news of a missing fifteen year old. Something like that made the front page generally. Where was this boy's family?
"Is Cub the Agent?" Eagle asked, his eyes not leaving the man he called his leader, who responded with a nod. Wolf swore under his breath again. It was in that moment that the entire k-Unit wondered if the boy had been the one to make the noise. It would be horrible to think. But, they knew it to be. And now, Wolf knew he'd never be able to get that sound out of brain. As much as it annoyed to think, he felt very very bad for how he had treated him before. Wolf knew however that he had to take control. He stood up and looked to each of his teammates. They couldn't start slacking, just because it was Cub. They could really think about how bad the situation was when they were out.
"Right, let's stay on course here." Wolf stated firmly, keeping his voice low but still commanding. But, even as he said this, his eyes moved to the unconicious body lying on the dirty floor. He could see that Fox was checking for a pulse, and cursed himself for not thinking to check such a thing. He didn't even know if the boy was alive. That would be one of the first things a normal person checks but given the situation the leader could hardly be asked to remember such a thing. He looked to Fox, who wore a worried expression. Not good. was all Wolf could think.
"Shallow breaths, and a very slow pulse." Fox spoke quickly and quietly, there was a sense of relief in the room to here the boy wasn't dead. But, all the men realised that really it was not that good for news.
"Will he make it?" Wolf spoke quietly, his voice still as commanding, but there was an edge to it, clearly he was actually worried about the boy. Wolf had no intention of going to a fifteen year old boy's funeral any time soon. He noticed Fox give a small shrug. It was probably too early to tell.
"I don't know" Fox said, but what he meant was, I hope so "But, for the best chance for him, we need to go now. I don't care if he isn't the agent, we need to get him out now. He doesn't deserve this" The last part had mostly been a whisper, but it was the same thoughts as everyone else in the unit.
Fox put one arm underneath the boy's shoulder and one under his knees and easily lifted the boy off the ground. He couldn't help but feel even worse. Even though he was SAS, it generally was not that easy to life a boy of fifteen. But, it had been like lifting a young infant. Fox watched as Snake took a step forward and lift the boy's shirt slightly. Mainly to see if there was any truly serious injuries. And to see if any potentially broken ribs had pierced his skin. But in the instant that he did, he wish he hadn't.
"Fox is right, we have no idea what his injuries are. We just have to get him out. And to people who can help him" Snake confirmed. Pulling the t-shirt back over the boy's chest. "Poor Cub" Snake added muttering.
"Let's go." Wolf said to the others in his unit, in a very final tone. Not that any of them would argue, but he had to make it clear that it was really now or never. He looked round to Fox, who nodded and Eagle who had become to radio in for an abumlance. They would need one desperately. And with one final breathe, Wolf walked out of the room, and began heading towards the door. The only thought in his brain as he did so was that he really hoped Cub would make it. It was as they began to approach and exit, that all hell broke lose. The stillness had been broken, there was no longer a silence. The silence had been broken.