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Well here comes Chapter 2! time to give Sousuke a little time in the spotlight. He's got himself a good dilemma. I need reviews! I don't know where i need to improve if you fine folks out there won't review and let me know where the story is weak!

Sousuke rubbed his wrists to help restore full circulation, the clumsy knots on his bonds had proven only a minor inconvenience.

Kaname

The thought had come unbidden, rebelling against his mind. I need to focus. I can't afford to get distracted. Pushing thoughts of his girlfriend aside, he took stock of his familiar surrounding. Yup, same hut being used as a holding cell. Same poorly trained men guarding him. Evaluate, Plan, Act.

There were only 10 soldiers in this small village turned guerrilla camp.

They were lacking manpower.

They thought he was an unarmed, stupid teenage boy who was frightened and alone.

They were very much incorrect. He was a specialist.

They were convinced he was harmless.

He was anything but harmless.

They thought their pathetic attempt at interrogating him had broken him.

They had never met Kaname Chidori. This was easy.

Kaname. He would have to face her Halisen when he got back. He would have to face her tears as well. Neither was a positive situation. The halisen he could handle, pain was only a physical sensation, and one so accustomed to pain as him had no problem handling that. Those tears though, those inevitable tears, born out of grief and relief, left him weak. He knew he loved her, it had taken him along time to come to terms with that part of himself, but he was grateful he had.

Those tears...

The ones she always shed when he returned from a difficult mission. They turned this proud, strong, unassailable soldier into...something useless. It was the worst feeling he'd ever experienced, watching her cry like that. It felt like who he was threatened to just break in half, much like a bridge could with properly placed explosives. But then there was this urge, this uncontrollable urge to hold her, to make anything that made her sad, anything that made her hurt go away. How ironic that he was the one that caused her to feel that way, but he just couldn't tear himself away from her.

Why am i so clueless around her? It seems the only time i know what I'm feeling and what i should do is when I'm in the battlefield. Do i really deserve her?

Shaking himself of those thoughts, it was time to get to work. His body protested, bruises ached and cuts started to bleed again, they had given him no medical treatment. He was lucky, proper soldiers would have been much harsher in interrogating him. The "soldiers" outside didn't have the stomach for it. His wounds looked bad, but were relatively minor. Noting the light coming in under the door, he guessed he had about 10 minutes of light left. Perfect. Enough time to get out, get his gear, and signal the De Danaan.

He worked quickly, stretching and getting his muscles warmed up and ready for the upcoming sprint. Reaching down to his watch that his captors had foolishly left him with, he pressed the center left button and rotated the outer dial 180 degrees. 2 metal pins popped out the bottom, attached by a thin steel wire. Satisfied with his new toy, he layed back down on his cot, hands behind him as if they were still tied.

Using as pitiful and hoarse a voice as he could muster, he called out.

"Please, could i have some water?"

The 2 guards briefly conversed, then the younger one came in, armed only with a pistol, a worn looking 9mm Sig. He grabbed the canteen at his side and twisted off the top, beckoning Sousuke to sit up, he obliged the guard. Then quickly he was on his feet, his toy wrapped around the stunned guards neck so fast he couldn't get out any sound, choking him to the ground quickly and silently. The guard was dead in seconds, and Sousuke was already moving towards the door, the former guards knife in his hand. He opened the door quickly, yanking the other guard inside, knife already buried in the man's vocal cords. He died with little more than a gurgle escaping him. Grabbing the 9mm from the first guards body, and the knife from the second guards neck, he stepped out into the growing darkness of the jungle.

He was sprinting as fast as he could without being noticed by sentry's. It was only a matter of time until the bodies were discovered, and he needed to be far away.

He was weak from lack of food and water, and was short on time as well. A mile from the encampment he stopped, catching his breath, he walked over to a familiar rock. Grunting with strain Sousuke pushed it to the side. There in a shallow hole was his pack. Inside were various weapons, and equipment. He could spare about 3 minutes safely he figured before moving towards the coast. Ripping open an MRE he wolfed down a few bites, and drained the accompanying water pouch.

Sousuke grabbed his Glock and holster, attaching it to his waist, then pulled out the MP5, it would be sufficient here. Putting his pack on, he slung the machine gun strap over his shoulder, and started moving south towards the beach, and salvation. Grabbing the transmitter out of his pocket, he hit the red button on it, causing the small device to vibrate in response, confirmation that it was transmitting.

Sousuke had estimated that he had 1.5 miles to cover, In his present shape it would take him about 15 minutes to cover that, moving safely. After that it was up to his comrades to extract him. Behind him heard the alarm go up, they knew he was gone.

The rest of the escape was a blur, adrenaline had kicked in and he was on autopilot, his training taking over. He remembered a fire fight, getting hit in the shoulder,and again in the leg. Both were minor, no major organs or muscles seriously injured. Somehow he ended up on a Mithril helicopter. They were shouting something at him, and then the world went black.

He woke in the medical facilities of the De Danaan the next morning. Waking up to this sight was nothing new for him. He guessed enough at what had happened, somehow he had held off the attacking forces long enough for the rescue teams to respond.

"Awake now I see" came the strong voice of Lt Cmdr Khalinin.

"Sir!" He tried to salute, but he found his arm unable to respond properly.

"At ease soldier, your in no shape to be worried about formalities. Though there is one matter you need to attend to now."

"Sir?" he questioned as Khalinin handed him a cell phone.

"You need to call her right now, before she kills both of us."

Sousuke leaned back as far as he could, wondering for a brief moment if he should have stayed in a little hut in Vietnam.

"Sir may I ask for a little privacy?"

"No need to worry Sagara, I have no desire to hear the conversation about to take place" Sousuke gulped at that comment.

Sousuke Sagara was afraid. He had faced Gauron, he had fought against overwhelming odds countless times. But nothing he had ever faced scared him as much as Kaname Chidori.

Dialing the number, he prepared himself for the inevitable.