I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm near by the exams and I have to study; besides that, I have some difficulties to write on English because it isn't my mother language and some things aren't told equal and others sounds me rare once written xD

I don't know if the chapter is or not long; but I hope you'll enjoy it ^^

i"Trapped"

Day 3 – 10:15:29

SGT. Amy "Hawk" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Medical Building/i

Amy enters into the building, pulling the revolving door with some strength, and walks to the reception. The receptionist, a woman that feigns thirty six, with length blonde hair, brown eyes and glasses; ignored her while she types into the computer. Amy leans on her elbow in the display and cough softly. The receptionist raises her look.

—Do you want something? –asks with a monotonous tone of voice.

—Nah, I only went by this way –Amy talks with irony–. What does it seem to you? –Amy rolls her eyes–. I want to see the report of the autopsy of Gary Sanderson and Simon Riley.

—Do you have an authorization? –asks she.

—I need one? –replies Amy–. I didn't know that I had to have one to see my brother's report.

—Let me your ID card, please.

Amy gives her the ID card and waits while the receptionist checks the ID data. A minute later, she returns it to her.

—I'm sorry, but only authorized staff has access to this information –says the receptionist.

—Is there other form to see that report?

—Yes, but you need a special authorization –answers she–. Anything else?

—No, thank you –grumbles Amy, leaving the building, pensive.

The fact that she couldn't take a look to the report makes her think about it. Why they take the report under so secret? That's the first time she knows that someone can't read the autopsy's report of a familiar. And, of course, she can't recur to her Captain because he advised her to leave that search.

—But, why? –Amy murmurs for herself—. I have to find a way to take a look to that report…

—Hey, Hawk!

She turns, following the male voice, and she sees Robot walking at her direction.

—What's up? –he greets she with a smile; then, he looks at the building and frowns looking at her–. Are you ok? I mean, are you sick?

—No, I'm fine –she frowns too and tilts her head–. Why did you ask it?

—You're leaving the hospital area –he points at the building.

—Ah, ok –she smiles, shaking her head–. I only wanted to take a look to my brother's autopsy report.

—What? –asks Robot, surprised–. But… they didn't tell you about that?

—Yeah, but I think that there's something wrong with all of this –answers she–. In short, what do you want? Is time to interrogate the prisoner?

—I 'm afraid but the prisoner is going to be interrogate by Lieutenant General Walker –sighs he, making a gesture to indicate her to start walking–. No one of us will be able to be present in the interrogatory.

—Uh? And that why? –Amy cries out, raising eyebrows, astonished–. We caught that guy! We risked our life to take him here! And we don't be able to stay in the interrogatory?

—I know that it's a fucking decision but we can't do anything to change it –Robot shakes his head.

—Did you talk about this with Captain Miles? –asks she.

—Yeah… but he wasn't worried by this –he shrugs his shoulders–. And he didn't say anything about this subject.

—This subject stinks –sighs Amy–. If the reason isn't that one, what does your visit should do?

—I'm your partner! –laughs Robot–. Nah, the real reason is that I have seen you and I thought: «hey, let's going to greet her».

—What a detail of your part –smiles Amy–. And, now, where are we going?

—I dunno, where do you want to go?

—Hey, don't avoid the question! –she says with a loud laugher–. I asked you first.

—Well, let me think –Robot puts his hand in his chin, pensive–. Do you want to have a teacup?

—That's sounds good –assents she.

—Hey, little couple! –a joking voice sounds behind them; the two partners turns and see Ozone running to them–. I've got notices.

—What kind of notices? –asks Robot, crossing his arms.

—We've got a new mission –says Ozone, happily.

—You look like a child –censures Amy–. Where are we going to?

—Azerbaijan –answers Ozone–. We're going to leave at midnight. So, I suggest you to get some rest.

—You're right –sighs Robot–. I didn't sleep this night.

—I'm not tired –Amy shrugs his shoulders–. But I'm going to home and I'll try to sleep a little –she sighs–. What are we looking for?

—I don't know –Ozone looks around them–. Captain said that we're looking for a British prisoner that the Russian have captured. Miles didn't tell us anything else.

—Oh, great –says Amy, ironically–. Another prisoner. Well, guys, I'm going home. See you!

Amy leaves their side and walks toward her car. When she starts up it, a smile appears into her lips.

—Why I haven't thought before about that? –she asks herself–. Yeah, ithis/i is a good way to see that report…

—Tell me why I'm doing this.

—Because you're my best friend –answers she–. And my brother's best friend too.

Brad Andrews sighs with patience while he's typing at the computer.

—Seriously, why do you want to see that report? –asks he again–. They said you how Gary dead, no?

—They told me itheir/i version of the facts –Amy puffs–. I have a hunch about this subject; and I'm not going to leave this search so soon.

—And is this the reason that I'm hacking the system? –he grumbles–. If they catch us, we have a ibig/i problem…

—I'll assume the consequences; don't worry about it, okay? –Amy sighs–. How long does it be going to take you?

—A few seconds, honey –Brad smiles–. There you have.

—Let me see, please –Brad leaves his chair and Amy occupies it; beginning to read the report of the autopsy–. Oh, shit! –she cries a few minutes later.

—Did you find something? –Brad asks, approaching to her.

—Yeah, the real cause of my brother's death –Amy grumbles; then, she raises her look to him–. Lieutenant general Shepherd killed him; the bullet that was found in his body belonged to his weapon. Of course, they couldn't quit that I find out about this, I would bring it to light in record time…

—What? Shepherd, the hero, killed Gary? –cries he, astonished.

—I know, and this aggravates things –Amy looks at her watch and turns out the computer–. I have to go, I've a mission and the airplane leaves at midnight –Amy gets up from the chair and kisses Brad's check–. Thank you.

—Hey, be careful –Brad asks for softly–. The information that we have read would be able to get us into troubles. And you've got most risks than me because you're at Task Force, like Gary. Watch your back, ok?

—Sure –she smiles, leaving Brad's apartment and driving to the SAS's camp of workout, where the rest of the group has to meet. When she arrives, only Ozone and Scarecrow were there.

—Hello, Hawk –Scarecrow greets her–. How're you this night? Ready for another mission?

—Yeah, but I would prefer to have stayed at home… –Amy smiles–. Although, I like to have a little bit of action.

—Ugh… seriously, I don't accustom to hear a beautiful girl telling those things –Ozone adopts an expression of phony discomfort–. Really, it's very weird.

—Hey, admit it: you don't bear with that a woman get things done better than you –Amy answers back.

—That hurts, hey, Ozone? –Scarecrow laughs.

—Hey, hey, hey; what's so funny? –asks a male voice.

Archer, Peasant and Robot, followed by Captain Miles, were approaching to them. When they arrived to his height, Captain Miles faced Amy of strange way before focusing on the group.

—I was saying to Ozone that he doesn't bear with that a woman get things done better than him –answers Amy, without overlook the Captain's look.

—Headdress and sunken, hey, Ozone? –laughed Archer.

—Enough of chatter –Miles orders–. Let's get into the airplane, now!

The group enters into the ship and they set out to take a nap during the journey. A few hours later, the airplane makes land and the team does transshipment to a helicopter that takes them to the agreed point.

—Thirty seconds to arrive –the pilot informs through the loudspeakers.

Amy checks her weapon and breathes deeply. She's calm, but a bad feeling hovers around of her head since they rose into the helicopter.

—Fifteen seconds.

She asks herself what are they searching for, and why a British prisoner is so important like a group of Task Force travel so many kilometers to save him.

—We have arrived to the point –the copilot says.

—Well, troop; let's go! –says Captain Miles, holding himself to a rope and descending for it.

All of them followed him and land, hearing the helicopter going away from them. The sky is cloudy and it threatened to rain; an inhospitable place opened in front of them, gray and with not much vegetation.

A little vapor cloud comes out of her mouth when Amy breathes; it was doing too cold than they thought, but if they act rapidly, they'll back too soon.

iI miss my hot bed… /i–Amy sighs in his mind.

Captain Miles does a gesture with his hand, indicating them to follow him across the gray field. In complete silence, the little group runs to the abandoned village that's in front of them. The houses were done with wood and the roofs with tiles, but both of them were in very badly status due to the time and the meteorological conditions; some walls had holes and, if out of day, Amy could see the house's inside.

Then, Miles raises his fist and all of them stop without doing movement. Amy looks around her, but that's so dark like the jaws of death; she thinks she can use the night vision goggles, but the Captain does another wave and they start running again.

Apparently, their objective was one of the houses from de village, placed at the end of it; so they have to cross the entire village with enemies around them.

iDidn't you want action? Because you have here /i–Amy's mind grumbles with irony.

But, for any strange reason, the village seemed to be deserted; and Amy disliked that. All that silence was unnatural, perfect for an ambush. And their enemies held all the aces because they know the land.

She sees that the Captain indicates them the house that they have to enter, and Amy hold her weapon with strength. The time has come.

—Put your night vision goggles –Miles whispers; and the team put it.

Amy blinks twice and looks around her, seeing everything in a scale of greens. There's no one at sight, and she centers her attention in Ozone, who's forcing the lock of the door. A few seconds later, it's open and they enter into the house.

She does a semicircle with the rifle, alert, but the house seems to be so desert like the village. Wait a minute… what has that been? Someone is upstairs… okay, it seems like it isn't as empty as it showed off.

Amy walks to her Captain in order to say how she heard, but the shots' sound forced them to take coverage where they can. She achieves to get behind an old sofa, whose filling jumps for the airs due to the shots. Amy sighs deeply, trying to be calm, and she shows an instant to check the situation.

Back in the sofa's protection, Amy thinks it over what she saw. She remembers Archer thrown in the ground, motionless, with many possibilities to be dead; Ozone and Scarecrow were in front of Archer, behind a table; she didn't see Peasant, but Amy knows he had kept out; there was no trail of Robot and Captain Miles, and she begins to get worried about their luck.

She hadn't managed to see her enemies' position, but for the sound of the shots, she supposed that they're upstairs. It would be able to be a balustrade which they would be able to fire.

iI need to move to another place /i–she thinks.

Amy fires blindly and starts running to the other side of the room, taking coverage behind a wall. She looks at her left and walks at that direction in silence. The corridor turned again to the left, and she squatting down and takes a look.

Amy smiles.

There were some stairs in front of her, and she's going to use them in order to get on the second floor. With the same silence, she walks to them and starts to raise them; upstairs, the enemies are bet of backs to her. She approaches them, taking out the knife to kill them and, when she was to only some steps from them, someone hits her in the back of her head.

The knife that she's holding falls to the floor, doing that the men who were shooting turn around all at once; but no one of them shot to her. Amy's legs trembled before decreasing in intensity under the weight of her body, falling on her knees before collapsing completely. Amy senses that darkness goes occupying all her consciousness, unless she may do nothing with regard to this matter; a black fence appears around her eyes while she manages to see, of blurred way, a couple of feet stopping in front of her.

Before losing consciousness, she hears some words in Russian followed by the Captain's Miles voice:

—Look at than I told you so… –he says–. You right now know what to do with her –he adds to someone that she is not.

The boots goes away from her and she closes her eyes, stopping to listen to the sound of the battle, submitting to the dream of unconsciousness.

Well, what has it seemed you? I think that the events have produced very swiftly, but it's okay, the fanfic isn't going to be very long, or the impression that I have is that one, but next the history can stretch out; it happens when you don't have no idea about the plot xD although we all know how it's going to finish, that isn't a mystery xD

In short, I hope that you had enjoyed it and that my English hasn't been too bad same as for that you'll have nightmares…

See you in the following chapter!