Chapter 4
Rage of Fire
By Half an Inch
'-Ben did the only thing he could. He punched Jake in the face.'
"Listen carefully when I tell you not to call anyone." Ben growled in his face. Snake snarled and pushed his former teammate off of him.
"There's a kid," he hissed, as he clambered to his feet, "passed out, on your dining room table. I think I deserve to know why."
Ben glared at his friend, balancing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike. "Would you have preferred if I left him to die?"
Jake shook his head, though he still looked furious. "Maybe you should explain how he got shot in the first place."
Ben sighed. He couldn't tell Jake that he was a world renowned assassin sent to kidnap a sixteen year old kid.
"We were on a mission." He ended up saying.
Jake opened his mouth to say something, but the shrill sound of his friends phone ringing interrupted him.
Ben sent a wary look towards him and answered his phone, walking out the room. He knew Jake wouldn't bolt. Having spent two years with him, he knew that he was too kind to leave Alex here.
"Daniels."
"Где вы были?" Where the hell were you?
Ben sighed and checked the caller I.D. Unknown. Figures.
"там были некоторые осложнения." There have been some complications.
"объяснять." Explain, the man demanded.
"Существует неизвестной третьей стороны. SAS солдат." There is an unknown third party. An SAS soldier.
The voice on the other side sighed irritably. Ben could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose.
"я не могу справиться с этим сейчас; Принесите ему тоже." I can't deal with this right now; Bring him too.
Ben was going to say something but the Scorpia agent on the other line hung up.
He shook his head in anger and walked back into the living room.
Jake watched as Ben left the room, talking rapidly in Russian. He himself was rubbish at said language, resulting in him being the only one in the unit taking the Russian course at Brecon Beacons.
He tried hard to translate the conversation but his efforts were in vain. When he said 'rubbish', he meant rubbish.
Realizing that the phone call would take longer than expected, Jake decided to take advantage of that time. Fingering his cellphone, he debated weather he should go against his friends orders and call Wolf or not.
He decided to call him.
Jake unlocked his phone and scrolled down to the second number on speed dial; the first being his superiors from 'work'.
"Hello?"
Jake visibly relaxed and allowed a sigh of relief to escape his lips. "Oh, thank God. Listen, Kyle. There's been a problem. Cubs injured and-"
"Cub? What's he doing with you? How's he injured?"
"Listen. I'll explain later. Bens here too. He says that they're both not in best terms with MI6. He needed me to preform surgery-"
He was cut off by the phone being snatched from his hand and thrown across the hardwood floor.
Before any words of complaint or innocence could come out of his mouth, a needle was plunged into his neck, rendering Jake unconscious.
Ben sighed for the third time that night. Now, he was legally responsible for two kidnappings. Fantastic. So far, his mission was going nothing to plan. His target was mortally injured and he had intercepted an officer of the law.
He was in big trouble.
Oh, the things he did for his job.
Ten minutes later, Ben couldn't help but think that if someone saw him, they would definitely get him a ticket. He had knocked-out a twenty six year old soldier and handcuffed him to the passenger seat of his car, and had a mortally injured, unconscious teenager tied in the back.
Bens ears were quite numb after the amount of yelling Jake was getting done.
"You fucking bastard! Unethical son-of-a bitch!"
The Liverpudlian tried his best to ignore the screaming medic as he faced the front with a blank face.
A small groan from the back of the car cut Jake off.
Bens cool, blue eyes met Alex's brown, angry ones inside the windshield mirror. "Feeling okay?"
Alex was about to answer that 'he just got kidnapped and shot and that he was feeling just peachy' when Snake interrupted him. "Don't talk to this fucking excuse for a fucking bastard."
Alex wiped his grainy and sleep muddled eyes with the back of his hand. "Snake? What the hell? Where'd you come from?"
Ben chuckled as Snake sent a death glare towards his former friend.
"Our wonderful friend here decided to kidnap the both of us."
Ben sent an annoyed look towards Jake. "For Christ's sake! I already told you why!"
Ben pushed down on the gas pedal and the car sped through the street light seconds before it turned red.
Alex muffled a pained moan and Snake clutched desperately at the passenger seat.
"The yellow light means slow down, not speed up!"
Ben ignored his friend and looked at the boy through the windshield mirror. "You okay?"
Alex just answered by closing his eyes and groaning pitifully. Every turbulence they encountered painfully jarred his injuries. "Do you have to... drive over every... bump... you see?"
Snake turned to see if the passenger in the backseat was okay, and just in time to see him gratefully give into unconsciousness.
Ignoring his bubbling anger, he turned to his friend. "You need to take him to a hospital."
Ben turned to look at Jake, and the turned his attention back on the road. "We both know I can't do that."
Silence, and then:
"You're not MI6, are you?"
Ben didn't answer.
There was another beat of silence. Ben opened his mouth to speak but was cut off yet again,
"Fuck you."
Ben turned back towards the road, a bitter smile carved into his handsome features.