Hannibal listened as Face was dragged through the halls of the compound.

"Bring him to the basement, the boss wants to have some fun before we waste him." A low voice laughed, the Colonel could hear a door being opened and the smack of a body hitting the floor.

Face rolled over with a groan. Frantically, he reached his cuffed hands into his boot to find that the flash drive holding the intel was gone.

"Hannibal?" He groaned as he laid back on the floor in defeat.

"I'm here kid, I'm coming." The Colonel answered as he rushed to finish his own mission.

"They took the intel and locked me in some room." The kid muttered as looked around for an exit.

"You're in the basement. They're going to try to get information out of you." Hannibal sighed, he had heard their conversation while Face was unconscious. He heard the men enter Face's room and groaned.

"Just keep them talking. Just stay alive. I'm getting ready to leave now." The boss whispered as he set off the alarms at his building. Hopefully this would draw the guards out of Face's building which would make it easier for extraction. Sure enough, a phone rang and Hannibal could hear Face's captor groan.

"EVERYONE TO THE OTHER BUILDING NOW!" He screamed and Hannibal smiled victoriously before taking off toward Face's building.

"Well now, who are you?" Face's captor asked as he cracked his knuckles.

"They call me Face. Who are you?" The kid muttered. The sickening smack of a punch hitting its target sounded through the comm line.

"I'll be asking the questions here, pretty boy. But my name is Toby." He sighed as he grabbed Face and looped his handcuffs over a hook protruding from the wall.

"Would you care to tell me what this is?" Toby asked as he pulled the flash drive containing all of the intel out of his pocket.

"I have no idea what that is." The kid sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Punch after punch was delivered straight to Face's head.

"You think you're funny?! I'll show you funny!" Toby shouted as he stormed outside and came back in with an entire tray of tools to torture the kid with.

"Who are you working for?" Toby asked as he picked up a knife. Face said nothing.

"That's it!" Toby exclaimed as he pulled Face's shirt and vest off. He placed the tip of the knife to the kid's chest and dragged it all the way down until he reached the waistband of Face's pants. A bright red trail was left in the knife's path. Toby continued to make smaller slices all along Face's body.

Hannibal could hear the grunts and yelps escape from the kid's mouth, it only made him run faster.

"Just keep him talking Face, I'm coming." He promised.

"Now Face, do you feel like talking?" Toby sighed as he put down the knife and picked up a taser.

"Mmm taser, good choice." Face smiled and Toby screamed in anger before jabbing the taser into Face's side.

The kid let out loud grunts as his body shook uncontrollably while Toby laughed maniacally in the background.

It had taken an hour but Hannibal arrived to find security extremely light, there was only about four guards on the entire property. Easily, Hannibal took out the guards and sprinted to the basement.

As he kicked open the door, Toby grabbed Face and held him in front of him. The tip of a knife dug into the base of the kid's throat, leaving little beads of blood to slowly slide down his body.

"Just do it Hannibal." Face slurred and the knife was pressed further into his throat. Hannibal didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Blood splattered all over the wall behind them, Face hit the ground with a thud followed by Toby.

"I'm okay." Face moaned as he shakily stood up, the Colonel breathed a sigh of relief before taking out his phone.

"Russ, we need an extraction now. It needs to be at the house that Face went to, he's hurt. Alive, but hurt." Hannibal explained before hanging up.

He supported most of Face's weight as they went outside to wait for the chopper.

"Boss, the intel is in Toby's pocket." Face sighed as the chopper landed and Hannibal strapped him in. The Colonel nodded and headed back inside.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about this. I'm just following orders. The good news is that this will stop your bleeding." The pilot sighed before jabbing Face in the neck with a needle. Seconds later, the kid slumped into the seat.

Hannibal jogged back to the chopper to see Face only being held up by the restraints on the seat.

"Face?" Hannibal asked worriedly before feeling for a pulse. There wasn't one.

Hannibal put his head in his hands as the chopper took off back to base. Face was dead.