Chapter 11

I Will

A/N: The story has risen! Sorry for the hiatus I was a little lost on this story, wasn't sure if I would ever finish it actually… But alas here it is. Enjoy. It's short.

"Sir, they're here."

Max smiled a broad smile and stepped away from the window, "Each in individual cells like I asked?"

The younger man pushed his glasses higher on his nose, "Yes sir."

Max strode into the hall, his shoulders held high. Behind bars like they belonged and hopefully beaten so badly none of them could talk. He cracked his knuckles and smiled as the doors opened.

"Clay!"

He smirked as the man was shoved against the bars from the inside, his arms pinned behind his back. "So nice to see you again."

Clay did his best to grin at the man despite his situation, "Same to you Max."

Max eyed the cells on either side of the leader and across the hall, "So I hear there's someone knew on your team."

Chelsea grunted as she to was shoved against the bars of her cell. The metal cut into her chest painfully and Cougar could be heard struggling in his cell. Max smiled, "Now what made you take her on?"

Clay didn't answer and Chelsea struggled a bit, "I know about you. What your doing!"

"You know about Operation MAX?"

She nodded, "Every detail."

Max was amused, "Really now? You seem to be a smart girl, pretty too. But I'm afraid you die first. It'll be nice to see how much praise I get from the CIA for catching a traitor."

Cougar struggled his way to the bars so he could see the cell across from his own. Chelsea was hit hard and thrown over a broad shoulder, "Cat!" he called out to her and got no answer.

Clay glared at Max when he approached his cell again, "You'll pay for this."

"I don't think I will. You see…you've lost Clay. It's over."

The hall was eerie when Max and his men left. Jensen managed to shuffle to the bars of his cell, "Cougar…" He knew he wouldn't get and answer but he sighed anyway, "She'll be fine."

Pooch stayed hidden in the shadows of his cell and shook his head before speaking aloud, "Don't tell him that Jensen."

"Why not?"

"Because she won't be ok."

Cougar put his back to the bars and listened to them talk. Aisha sniffed, "We lost."

"No we didn't." Clay was disgusted with their current state. Beaten and locked up.

Pooch gave a dry chuckle, "What are you saying Clay. That we are magically going to get out of this? That there will be another miracle?"

Clay hung his head and stayed silent.

They sat like that for hours on end. Each of them lost in their own thoughts and fears. It couldn't end like this though, not when they seemed so close. It reminded them of the last time. Of course they had a bit more hope than they did now… hope was frail, and it shattered so easily for them.

The doors at the end of the hall opened and a man came down the hall dragging a body behind him… Chelsea's body. He tossed her in the cell and she took a deep breath, rolling over to face the back of her cell.

Jensen pouted, "Cat…"

"I'm sorry." Her voice was hoarse and soft like she had been screaming.

Clay glanced in the general direction of her cell, "No apology needed."

"No. I'm sorry. Please… just let me apologize for dragging you into this…"

Aisha noticed the red liquid trailing from under the bars of the other woman's cell, "What the hell did they do?"

An un-amused chuckle floated from Chelsea's cell, "Shit I've only read about. I'll probably bleed out in this cell."

Cougar could hardly hear her but still. He made the choice not to look and kept his back to the bars of his cell. They all went quiet for a while and Chelsea just listened to each of them breathing. After a while someone called out to her, she was too far-gone to know who it was though.

"Cat. Cat. Chelsea… say something."

She smiled, "I'm still here. Barely."

Jensen nodded, "Good. We need you to hang on."

"Why?"

Pooch rubbed his eyes, "We need you."

"No…"

Clay stood and held onto his bars, "Yes we do. We need you to get out of here."

The woman took a shaky breath and Cougar fidgeted in his cell at the pained sound. Chelsea felt the tears run back to her ears, "I'm not a hero. I'm not your angel. I can't get us out of here any more than I can save the world alone. I'm not the best at what I do. I'm just the person who got saddled with the job. So don't. Please don't put so much faith in me. I will let you down."

"Mi amor."

She perked a bit at the sound of Cougar's voice. He stayed silent for a while longer until he shuffled over to the bars of the cell so he could see, "Nada de está era su incidente y si tenemos que, haremos este solo." (None of this was your fault and if we have to, we'll do this alone.)

The tears pooled again and she nodded, "Ok."

Jensen hung his head, sad that the most his friend ever said was something so sad. Aisha whispered to herself as the doors to the hall opened again.

Chelsea listened to the footsteps as they neared her cell. 'Once more.' She thought, 'Once more.'

The guard opened her cell and grabbed her elbow, yanking her off the floor and pulling her into the hall.

Clay saw the look in her eyes and nodded once. She grabbed the gun from the guard with her last bout of strength and shot him in the face. The warm blood splattered her skin and she fell on her knees, searching for his key. She slid them under the bars of Clays cell and smiled before passing out.

"What the hell happened?"

"S-she shot him sir! He's dead."

Max glared down at the unconscious woman; covered in the other man's blood and her own. "Kill her!" he glared at Clay's cell, "I'll be back for the rest of you."

When the silence returned Aisha was sniffling in her cell. Clay put his hand between the bars and fiddled with the lock. His door swung open, "We're leaving."