A/N: So, ummm, took me a lot longer to get this up than I'd thought. I blame school. And tests. And, you know, other fanfics, the internet in general... ah well. Here it is.

Wolf woke up. Suddenly. As he was thrown down the stairs.
A yelp sounded from across the room and Wolf looked up to see the barrel of a gun pointed at his face.

"On the ground. Slowly." He complied. He could just barely make out past the boots of his captor three other men on the ground. Snake, Fox, and Eagle. Crap.

"Rider!" a different man bellowed towards the stairs. "Come down with your hands on your head!" A floor board creaked. "Ahh, there you are. Easy now, unless you want a bullet in one of their heads." Someone dragged Wolf's hands behind his back and zip-tied them. They shoved him up on his knees.
Cub was on the last step, hands over his head and still wearing his pajamas. The leader laughed.

"I honestly didn't really believe that you were as young as they said. Make a move I don't like and one of them will be dead before you can say 'mommy'."

Cub looked murderous. The leader walked towards him and Wolf got his first good look. Caucasian, a touch of Spain. Dark, curly hair. Wearing all black. How cliche.
One of the other men came around behind Cub and bound his hands.

"Let's play a little game, shall we? I've heard you have a penchant for mouthing off. For every noise you make, one of them gets a bullet, understand?" Cub just glared. The leader's fist hit his face with enough force to knock him back a step. Before he could catch his balance, the man was pulling back his head by his hair. A growl grew in the back of Cub's throat. "Ah, ah, ah, little man, that's against the rules."
Thwump. Snake grunted. Silencers on the handguns. God, Snake just hang in there. Hopefully it was just a flesh wound. Cub looked like he was about to throw up. Their leader smiled and threw Cub backwards into the bannister. He didn't make a sound. Nonononononono...

"That's better, isn't it boys?" he drawled as he crouched down where Cub fell and grabbed the kid's chin. "This is my game, boy, my rules. Follow them or the next bullet will go though a skull."

"Get up."

Cub slowly raised himself up, using his bound hands. A trail of blood ran down from his hairline and a bruise was already forming on his jaw. No no no no no no, dammit, he was supposed to be protecting him!
He rose with his characteristic grace, his face like stone.
The leader grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him into the wall face-first. Cub turned to the side and curled in, but his skull still made a resounding crack as it hit the wall. God, that was an exterior wall, they're not reinforced, are they?
The amount of blood soaking the kid's hair wasn't a comfort. His breathing was getting labored. The blood on his white tee shirt pointed towards ripped stitches. How did this happen?
He was dragged back up by two of the lackeys, unresistant, head hanging. If those walls were reinforced with steel...
Cub was shoved to his knees when they reached the leader. He laughed.

"I'm actually pretty impressed! One problem, I really want to see the look in your eyes when one of your pals dies." Cub stiffened ever so slightly. "Ah, hit a nerve, did I? Fortunately, I'm a man of my word. I'll only shoot another one if you can't keep your mouth shut. Or if you resist. At all. That means no protecting yourself like you did a minute ago, kiddo. Take it like a man, or let one of them die. Your choice."

He took Cub's silence as an answer.

"Good." He shoved Cub over and planted a booted foot on his throat. Cub was deathly still. "So when I do this..." He pressed down. "You don't move. You don't say anything. You don't look at me funny. You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you kiddo? 'Course you are." Cub's face was turning red. The leader laughed and pulled him to a seated position by his hair. Cub didn't struggle.

"Tilt your head a bit, would you?"

Cub tilted his head. He locked eyes with Wolf as the syringe emptied into his blood stream. Wolf mouthed 'no.' Cub just shook his head. Wolf started to rise, only to feel the cold metal of a gun barrel dig into the back of his head.

"Any last words before you sleep, kiddo?" His eyes were already losing focus.

"'m sorry. All of you. I should've..." His words slurred and he tipped backwards onto the steps.

"Knock them out."

Black.

"How did they get in?" Blunt asked blandly.

"They hacked the security system, it's several years out of date." Jones replied.

"Why didn't it get updated?!" A dead eyed stare from Blunt sent shivers down James' spine. The gray man looked away dismissively and continued.

"Do we have a location?"

"No."

"Contact?"

"No."

"Well then, put a team on tracking." Blunt said, already looking through other papers. The door closed behind Jones with barely a sound.

"That's it?!"

"I believe you know where the door is located Mr. Carter." Wolf opened his mouth, then closed it again. He couldn't argue with this man. If the door closed just a little bit harder than necessary, though, that'd be acceptable.
He blew through the halls like a barely contained tornado. The others were waiting.

"Did they find him?" Eagle asked eagerly.

"No." Wolf growled.

"Are they gonna let us help?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't fucking know, alright?!" Eagle shut up. The four of them stood in a dysfunctional circle in an alley off Liverpool Street silently for quite a while. Finally, Fox broke the silence.

"What are we going to do?"

"Cub's a big boy, he can take care of himself. We don't need to do anything." Wolf said gruffly.

"Yeah, and we're all big boys, too. But if it were one of us you'd have a plan of action already." Fox snapped. Wolf crossed his arms across his chest. This team worked well together, they were complete, ideal, the perfect SAS unit. That's what he'd always thought. But that had all changed when Cub had opened that door with a scowl on his face and shadows under his eyes. Their unit had never been perfect.
It had always been one man short.
Wolf's gaze slid onto each of his teammates in turn. First Snake, with a challenge in his eyes and determination in the set of his jaw, then Eagle, his sharp gaze alert and a steely look about him that only came when there was a fight to be had. And finally, Fox. The ex-spy stood straight and tall, his eyes locking onto Wolf's. His face spoke of loyalty, and shooting things, and not caring what the hell the heads say about this one, no way in hell.
Wolf smiled.

"Who said I don't have a plan of action?"

A/N: Kinda short, sorry bout that. Terrorist leader dude was super creepy in the first draft, kinda creeped me out, so I toned him down. There'll only be one more chapter, then an epilogue. Home stretch, y'all.