Berwald hesitated to enter the building alone. Night had fallen and Erik provided him the right clothing for the task. He wore a black, tight, tank top with black pants and heavy boots. Right before he had left the car Mathias gave him a dark navy blue long coat. It was a cold night and the Dane figured the Swede would need it.
Berwald pulled out his gun and took a deep breath before clicking on his headset, "'m go'n' in…"
Ukraine's voice was his reply, "Okay. Be careful in there rookie." Then the call link ended.
The Swede took another deep breath and entered the building. He carefully checked each room to find all empty. Until he came to one room. The last room in the second hall way.
There was a blank of wood with a blanket, obviously made to be a bed, and a adjoined room that was what looked to be the dirtiest bathroom the Swede had ever seen. But what really caught his eye was in the center of the room was what seemed to be a pile of crumpled white clothes. Berwald walked up to it with caution. As he got up to it he realized it was a boy, not much younger than him. But there was something wrong about him. The boy was thin, just about skin and bones, and his breathing was shallow. Berwald went to feel his heartbeat. There was a faint one but the boy was cold, deathly cold.
The Swede quickly removed his coat and put it over the boy and wrapped him in it before turning on his call link, "I f'nd s'meth'n'…" Berwald's voice held panic.
"What is it?" Mathias asked.
"A b'y n't m'ch yo'nger th'n me…"
"What does he look like?" Erik asked.
"P'le…v'ry pale…de'thly c'ld, 'n' th'n…" Berwald pushed some of the boy's feather like bangs from his face. Someone was watching him, his hair seemed freashly cut.
"Dear God…" Ukraine breathed out.
"Shit…" Erik mumbled.
"Sve…" Berwald held his breath as the words he now feared were said, "This is a hostage situation…Get you and the boy out now."
"Berwald…" Ukraine spoke again, "God's speed…"
The call link ended and Berwald began to panic. Berwald looked around, his glasses nearly flying off, when the call link opened again, "Sve…" Mathias spoke, "Calm yer tits and get the boy out!" The call link ended again.
Berwald swallowed and picked up the boy bridal style, the blush he wasn't aware of burned hotter. And it continued to brighten as the boy snuggled as close as he could to the Swede's chest. He made sure the boy was completely wrapped in his coat with just his head poking out.
Berwald swallowed roughly. He was trained to protect people but not in this kind of situation. The Swede started to leave the room when the boy opened his eyes. Berwald looked at him. The boy had sad, lonely and pain filled violet eyes, "'m Berw'ld…can ya und'rst'nd me?" He tried to speak clear, "'m g'nna get ya outta here."
The boy closed his eyes again, snuggling into Berwald's hold again. The Swede found new determination to save the boy as he picked up speed.
Then his call link turned on again, "Sve!" Mathias' voice was worried, "Do not attempt to get out! Hide until we tell you! I repeat, hide until we tell you! They are aware of the boy missing. They are searching everywhere."
"S'rry sir…I g'tta get 'im out…"
"Sve! Do—" Berwald turned off his head set completely. He quickly looked around.