Present Time
"Snake they took our Becka!" Snake wrapped his arms around her tighter. "She was taken before she got on the bus from school. The school officials said they tired to stop them, but they had guns. Snake they didn't even try to follow them!" Hailey's eyes were red from crying. Her four year old daughter was out there all alone with strange dangerous men and she didn't know where she was. Snake Eyes bent down and gently picked Hailey up bridal style and carried her out of the holding cell. He held her close as she cried on his shoulder and ignored the alarmed stares from people in the hallway. He quickly punched in the code for his room. When the door slid open he walked straight to the bed and carefully placed Hailey on the mattress. He got up and got her a glass of water.
"Thank you," she said quietly as she took a sip. Snake sat silently beside her. Hailey put the glass down and turned towards him. Her eyes still shown with unshed tears. "Please take that mask off, you know I hate it when I can't see your eyes," she whispered as she brought her hands up to the clasp on the back of the helmet. Snake didn't move as she slowly took off the helmet. Her eyes roamed over the buzz cut blond hair, she memorized his blue eyes that were troubled and torn between anger and panic. She traced the scar that started just above his eyebrow and ended at the hollow of his neck. She knew he had more on his back and chest. "Please help me save our daughter."
Past…Seven years ago…
"Okay you all have our orders!" General Hawk yelled over the helicopters' blades. "Get the hostages and get out." Snake Eyes nodded and adjusted his parachute cord.
"Lets get this done, there are only four people down there," Heavy Duty said as he jumped from the helicopter. Snake eyes quickly followed with Scarlett on his feet.
"Come on, it won't be so bad. If you fight it will hurt a lot worse, come on baby," the man said as he grabbed Hailey's chin. Hailey tried to pull away from him but he just gripped her face harder. He leaned forward and she spit in his face. He closed his eyes and growled as he backhanded her. Hailey's ears rang, and her jaw ached, she felt tears run down her face. "Now listen to me missy, if you don't see it fit to cooperate, well then, I'll just have to see that you live in hell for the next couple of days," his eyes ran up and down her body, causing her to give an involuntary shiver. He untied her hands and started to drag her away from the other hostages. To a back room.
"No!" Hailey screamed as she kicked him in the stomach. She was scared to death, of what was going to happen if he got her in that back room alone. She had heard stories of women who were captured and tortured in war from her father. She would rather die than go through that. Her capture grunted, she kicked him again, in his knee, there was a crunch, and he yelled out. Another buddy of his came towards her, the other hostages just looked wide eyed at her. Helpless and scared they could do nothing for her. Hailey brought her knee up and smashed it into his nose, making him lose consciousness. As she felt her knee collide with his face his partner hit her shoulder with the butt of his gun. She screamed out loud as she felt the pain course down her entire arm. She fell on her back, trying to her breath back.
"Looks like you may be more trouble than what we want to put up with," his voice was raspy and his hair was a salt and pepper color. He took out is hand gun and cocked it back, pulling the bullet into the chamber. But he never got a chance to pull the trigger. A big black man landed on him, shooting him twice in the back. Hailey brought her hands up to her eyes, covering them from the blood and gore. Just as happened it was over. Hailey peeked through her fingers to see three people untying the other hostages. The big black man walked up to her and crouched down to her level.
"Are you alright? I'm Heavy Duty," he said in a British accent. He carefully lifted her up to a sitting position. Hailey raised her eyebrows at the nickname, but Heavy Duty chose to ignore it.
"I will be in a couple of minutes," she winced as she adjusted her shoulder. Heavy Duty untied the tight rags that were used as makeshift handcuffs.
"What is your name?" a feminine voice asked. Hailey opened her eyes and saw a young woman with red hair standing beside Heavy Duty.
"Hailey Flagg," she answered. The red haired woman typed it into a little keyboard that looked like it was attached to a cell phone.
"We got her," she said to someone on her earpiece. "Yes ,we have her sir. Yes, one Hailey Flagg, daughter of General James Longstreet Flagg III. Right bringing up the rest of the hostages. Snakes take her, Heavy Duty and I have the other two."
"Scarlett, the rest are on board, just get Hailey and the other hostage out of here, I'm going to check the area," Heavy Duty said as he walked out into the hallway.
"Right, come on Snake Eyes, I want to be out of here before lunch." Snake Eyes walked over to where Hailey was sitting against the wall. He bent down to pick her up, when an explosion went off, somewhere in the building, sheetrock fell from the ceiling from the tremors. He scooped Hailey up swiftly, and she locked her arms around his neck.
"Please get me out of here," she pleaded. He only nodded and made his way to the hole in the ceiling where Scarlett went up just a moment before. Just as he was about to jump he heard foot steps quickly coming his way.
"Look out!" Hailey shouted as she looked over his shoulder to see a man in white run their way with a sword. The man holding her quickly stepped aside and put her down in a corner. Before taking a defensive position.
"Come on just hand her over, brother," the man spat at her savior. Hailey's eyes widen, the hostages were taken because of her. This whole set up was because of her. This man in front of her might die because of her. The two men one in black and the other in white ran at each other. Fighting in such grace it could be considered a new form of interpretive dance. If it were not for the swords and the speed of it all. Hailey tried to look around for anything that might cause the man in white to get distracted. Or get the other man Heavy Duty back in here to help his friend out. Even if he was holding his own. Her eye's spotted her early captor and his gun. She quickly grabbed the handgun and cocked up, but not before she felt cold steel on her neck. Eyes wide she looked up to see the man in white looking down on her than he looked back to the man in black.
"I will kill her if you take one more step, and it would make both parties upset. But I'll do," he said, Hailey noticed most of his attention was on the man in black instead of her. She looked at the man in black and quickly looked back to the man holding a blade to her neck. She carefully raised the gun to his leg just above the knee. Her partner seemed to get the message and took a stance ready to run. "Why are you even going to try? You've only beaten me once, and that was over thirteen years ago!" Hailey pulled the trigger and fell back as quickly as she could. He yelled in pain and looked back at her, his eyes wide with surprise. He clutched his leg and his sword. "You are going to pay for that," he said as he got up and ran through a window, jumping onto a plane. Hailey couldn't make her heart slow down as adrenaline was still coursing through her body, her hand was shaking so badly that she dropped the gun. Just then someone put their hand on her shoulder making her jump, she turned around and saw that it was only one of her saviors.
"Thank you," she whispered as she hugged him, he was stiff and unresponsive at first but then slowly and cautiously patted her on the back.
