I'm not going to say much. I'll let yall read and then yell at me.

-Chapter 4-

Benji was always the one who had to wear the stupid clothing. For the past week he had been wearing dungarees covered in paint and a beanie hat. In order to do the work now had at hand he needed to be in clothing he could be relaxed in. He'd missed wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

He had been in the room for twenty minutes now. Brandt had helped him break in unnoticed and then left to make an appearance at the ball. He had said he would come back in ten minutes but Benji had told him not to. After all he didn't know how long it would take him to hack into Jason's computer and didn't want him to be out in the open for so long.

Truth was he wanted to be alone for a while. He needed to think and to do that he needed to be alone.

For the past week he had rarely been in his own company for more then a few seconds. He had been in rooms with artists and painters working on a room he'd hoped to never see again. He was still angry at Ethan for suggesting using his creative side in the mission. He dabbled in drawing aliens and science fiction characters when he had nothing to do on a mission, it was his hobby but now he felt like he never wanted to take pencil to paper again.

He'd been working for just over fifth-teen minuets when he found the folder. It was very well hidden beneath code, code that was scarily familiar to his, and trogon walls. The code was ordinary, something he had been able to hack since he was thirteen, but this one had been altered. Someone had taken a source code he had written in his first year with IMF and added it to their own.

When he had bypassed the code and entered the folder his movements stilled. He rose quickly from his seat, which fell from his movement, and left the room. He ran to the nearest part of the corridor where he knew the others would pick up his radio, "Guys, we've been compromised!" he yelled not caring if anyone heard him.

Ethan reply came quickly, "Are you sure?"

"He's got our files, he knows our faces, he knows who we are," his voice shock when he said that, "They knew we were coming. It's a trap."

"Abort mission, everyone split, you know where to meet," Ethan informed everyone. "Benji, do you need backup."

"No, I've left my stuff behind I'll have to get it."

"Leave it Benji," Brandt warned.

"Do you want to risk them getting any more information than they already have," he argued already turning to head back to the room. With the click from the com he knew he was out of range, the others wouldn't be able to hear him; "Shit!" he exclaimed panic evident in his voice.

He knew the risks involved with this job, he knew that anyone of them could be killed during a mission at any given stage. Leading a double life was treacherous for most people but this place held ghost for him. He never did like this part of England.

He reached the room and instantly he knew there was something wrong. He didn't leave the door open that much when he left room. He could see, when he leant into the room, the chair he had knocked over was now standing upright in its original location. There was no light in the room, he hadn't turned the switch of in his haste out of the room, the only light radiating from the room was that of his computer screen casting a dancing shadow on the wall behind him.

Gun drawn he turned into the room aiming at the location of the shadow.

Seated on his open laptop was an old tatty bear with a missing eye and an almost dismembered arm that he had not seen in many years. In the bears lap was an A6 envelope. Written on the envelope was the initials IMF in dark black lettering.

Benji picked both of the objects up, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine, with the appearance of this bear he knew he was running out of time. His past was coming back and he doubted his survival chances.

Carefully he opened the envelope to find a think white card inside. Hand written on one side of the card was a time and a location on the other was his name.

The wind blew the cold air into their faces as they waited for Jason's arrival. Like a scene out of a Hollywood film, mist grew around the statues marking the graves, the leafless tress swayed in the wind as the birds nestled into their beds.

"It's not too late to go back," Ethan told Benji.

When he had arrived at the safe house Ethan was the first to greet him. After telling them what he ahd found on Jasons computer he told them about the card that was left for him and that he planned on going to the meet saying, "We were foolish to think we could hide it this long."

He had wanted to meet Jason on his own but Ethan said it would be safer for him if they all went.

Jane and Brandt were in place as an early warning system for the arrival of Jason. Ethan and Benji were standing by the grave Benji had insisted would be the meeting spot. The grave was looking over a valley of trees and a road that lead to the city. The information chiselled in the rock was a date and a name. The date was February Seventh 1955-to-July Twenty-First 1994. The name was Lola Dawson.

"Thanks for Scotty," Benji said suddenly.

"You used to take it everywhere," a voice in the darkness said. Stepping out from behind a nearby tree, Jason walked up to the two men. He wore the same clothing he wore to the Ball with a long grey woollen coat. He looked over at Ethan with an uninterested look on his face, "I take it the whole gang is hear. You can tell them to come out, I don't bite."

"Brandt, Jane." Ethan said their names much like a way a parent would order their children over.

The two agents appeared from their hiding spots, Jane stepped out from behind a weeping angel and Brandt stood from a bench near the building. Their guns raised and aimed at Jason.

"What do you want Dawson?" Ethan asked stepping in front of his team. He knew the most about Jason's past, he knew what made him tick and knew what made him quiver, but the man before him was a man on his own mission and Ethan believed he would stop at nothing until that mission was accomplished.

"What I set out to do. Avenging them," he pointed to the grave Benji once stood in front of. "IMF took them away from me. They murdered my family. You all took part in their deaths. I want to make you all pay for what you did to us. So I've arranged a trade. You get back the precious information you've been after and I get my brother back."

"That'd be hard to do, you said it yourself, their dead," Jane retorted becoming defensive. She was beginning to fill uncomfortable with the way that Jason was staring at Benji like he was a piece of meat on display at a butchers.

"But we both know that's not entirely true, is it Josh? Or would you prefer Benji?" He spat the name like it was salt placed on his tongue.

Everyone turned to look at Benji. He was staring down at the grave of Lola breathing deeply, "Haven't been called that for a long time," he said almost laughing in a voice that was flat and sore.

"What do you say, we have a deal?"

"No!" Ethan said bluntly stepping further into Jason's space. "If you think WE'D trade Benji's life for a few pages of information you're mistaken."

"Even if the lives of your families were on the line," Jason warned, his voice was aggressive and just below the level of a scream. "I followed your collective lead. I went after your family. Even the ones in bound not in blood. Your wife Mister Hunt," he looked into Ethan's eyes, like two wild animal sizing each other up for a fight, "She can't stay anonymous for much longer." He turned to Brandt, "Your sister Mister Brandt school students can be so crawl. Miss Carter your mother, at her age even walking down the stairs can be dangerous. Even your own life's?"

One shot echoed in the air. One cry of pain as Ethan fell to the floor clutching his arm. Jane and Brandt both moved towards him but Ethan held up his free hand, "It's just a graze," he removed his for a second to look at the flesh wound.

Benji looked at his friends each were forcing a look of anger on their faces to hide their fear. "If I go with you, do you promise to leave them alone?" he asked ignoring the protest from his team mates.

"You have my word," Jason placed his hand over his heart in a mocked show of grief.

"Benji, you don't have to do this. We can find another way!" Jane shouted stepping over to Benji. She considered him a kid brother, he acted like one on occasion, and she would protect him and Ethan and Brandt if she had to.

"This is just a courtesy call, Miss Carter. Call your Director he'll tell you 'you have no choice in the matter'," Jason watched as Ethan pushed himself up onto his feet in amusement. "You're not very good at protecting the ones you care about are you Mister hunt?"

"There is no other way, do you think I would be considering this if I had any other option. If I don't do this now IMF, you guys, will be endanger until he's stopped," he lowered his voice to whisper as he hugged her, "Besides, I trust you guys to get me back." He let go of her with a smile. He walked over to Jason as a car pulled up behind him.

Before they both disappeared into the mist Brandt shouted a warning, "If you hurt him, no matter what third world jungle you hide in, no matter how indestructible you think you are, I will find you and make you pay."

"It's a pity you couldn't do that before, William." Jason said as a final mock while he, after Benji, stepped into the car.

"What did we just let happen?" Jane asked as Benji vanished before her eyes.

-End of Chapter-

Let me know if you think it was too corny. It wouldn't work the way I had wanted it too, so this is the next best thing.

I also think I'm starting to write everyone out of character, let me know if you noticed a change. It's very hard to write such intense characters with emotions that would fit them. I may change some things to make it look better at a later point.

Thank you to I Know Love Hurts 2012, Skewbald for the reviews and encouragement. A special thanks to PeggsterLover and CrazyBeaver for the reviews and help in the writing of this chapter. Also thank you to those who have put the story in their favourites or follow list.

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