"Sir, mission one is accomplished," Dave said almost giddily. He held the still bloody chip in his hand and smiled. Rhodes was down, now only Cena before they could finally get to Orton. Too bad it took Johnson so long to take him out.

"Good. Get it sent to me and focus on Cena and Wolfe," Larkin laughed in a raspy voice. Dave nodded, "Yes sir." He hung up the phone and cursed himself quietly. He hated that Orton's team was called Wolfe when the leader himself was a pathetic little snake.

"Boss mad?" Wade asked, plucking at the dismantled gun on his lap. Dave shook his head, "Nah, they want Orton fast though." Wade smiled, "I can guarantee that one."

"Good," Dave sighed. "We need a guarantee right now. I heard they brought in the big Sergeant. You know, uh, Hunter?" Lita sighed, "Sadly. I know more then I care to. He was partnered with Michaels when Larken ordered his take-down."

Dave laughed, "Shawn? Fuck I almost forgot him. He was a bitch. Damn good officer, I'll give him that though." Lita nodded, "I is what's such a problem. He was a pro, now so is his ex-partner."

Dave grinned, "Shawn was a sniper, right? Hunter was a hand-to-hand specialist. They were the perfect operation team."

"Feeling a bit sentimental over your lost service days, Dave ole boy?" Wade asked tauntingly. Dave rolled his eyes, "No. I just think we could have used a shooter like him. I liked his style."

Wade grinned, "I like our style the best."

"Our styles being?"

"Shoot, shoot some more, then when everyone's dead, try to ask a question," Wade snorted. Dave grinned, "That does sound like us."

John sighed miserably for what might have been the hundred thousandth time in less that an hour. Being surrounded by soliders that absolutely hate each other and not being able to leave was enough to drive anyone insane. Randy and Dwayne were glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room, but Randy kept his word. He never laid a hand on him. That sentiment didn't stop the bruises from earlier from showing up as large black spots all over Dwayne's chest and face.

Randy's lips slipped into a sly smirk, obviously him admiring his handy work. He glanced at John and turned it into a full grin.

"I know, Ortz," John said softly. He couldn't help it. He was proud of his partner. They both had huge childlike grins on their faces that seemed at serious odds with their situation.

Cody was dead and Dwayne was the primary suspect. Yet the moment almost seemed like the old days. Like a team job. Except Cody wasn't here.

"Damn," John winced. His smile finally dropped from remembering Cody. He bit his lip and sighed, trying to focus on something else. Anything else. So he decided to get annoyed. Hunter was supposed to be there for a briefing. That was why they'd been stuck in a room together.

"Where the hell is Hunter?" Randy asked finally, his tone very close to revealing the boredom and anger lying just underneath. John shrugged, "Don't know. I heard he was getting bullet samples run."

Dwayne frowned, "Why?" Randy smirked, "Easy. So they can nail your ass for treason and murder." Dwayne stood up straight, dropping into a low serious tone, "Are you trying to pick a fight, Orton?"

Randy snorted, "Bitch, I don't need to pick a fight with you. I can kick your ass at any point I want."

"Orton, if you can't keep your mouth shut then don't be in the same room," Hunter's voice boomed in the room. He was standing in the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hey boss," John greeted, his grin coming back. Hunter sighed, "You are such an ass, Cena."He looked at Dwayne and said, "You are one really ridiculous son of a bitch." Dwayne scoffed, storming out of the room. Hunter sighed and plopped into one of the chairs, "I really hate him."

"I couldn't agree more," John nodded. Randy crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "So why did we get pulled in? I was kinda looking forward to tracking down Larken's dick squad."

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Look. My partner, my best friend was killed by these assholes, and I want to end this as much as you do. The fact is, we can't do that right now. We need proof of Dwayne working with them in order to use it against him. Catch him in the act of treason to beat this."

John frowned but nodded none the less. He knew what that meant. Dwayne was safe and clean until he sighed and said, "Fine, we'll catch him."

Randy shook his head, "We can't pull the job, John. We're too close to the source, hell, we are the source. Damn, we may as well be as deep as Shawn was."

Hunter winced at the name, leaving John confused, "What happened with Shawn?"

"Shawn was undercover as one of Larken's men," Randy said, walking around the room. He sighed, "That was one of those things you never knew about. Vince didn't want anyone to know because it would blow Shawn's cover."

"One screw-up cost him his life. My fuck-up killed Shawn," Hunter said sadly. John looked over at the older man and briefly felt sorry for him. His best friend had been killed by the very same people who'd just ordered Cody's death.

"Doesn't matter," Hunter said, clearing his throat. "Shawn and Cody deserve the best we can give them. Give me proof that Dwayne killed Cody and is working for Larken. Do that and I will personally give the take down order." Randy nodded, "Yessir." Hunter smiled, "Good, lieutenant. Dismissed, you two."

Yay, happy dance. Second chapter since I've been back. Thanks everyone who's read and is still reading this.

Was my bringing Shawn in as a Sniper too weird? I figured I'd use his insane hunting skills in my story.

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