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Saving Dustin:

The drastic change between the climates had been huge. Where it was sunny in Los Angeles, the March air in Amsterdam was cold, barely in the thirties.

I walked along the once familiar canal with Brandon at my side. Robert and Samuel were bringing up the rear, each of us wearing matching wary expressions, each of us lost in our own memories of Amsterdam

Paranoia came with the job, but so did danger, but now, the danger didn't matter. This was personal. The man we had trusted with our lives had one of us and he wanted us dead, now it was our time for revenge.

The streets were empty, as they usually wore in March. There weren't many tourists during this time of year; there were mostly festivals for the regulars. Looking on up the street a few blocks, I could see lights and hear the sounds of music and people's laughter. I turned down an alleyway, heading towards the warehouse.

I slid towards the shadows that bounced off the buildings in the moonlight, fearing there were unseen eyes watching. My men followed suit and we slowly made our way down the deserted cobblestoned alleyway towards the end that led to the warehouse.

As we got closer I heard Brandon draw his gun and moved ahead to check out the area and make sure the coast was clear.

We followed, making our way towards the chain link fence. When we got there, there was a crash and I drew my gun aiming it at the spot where I heard the noise. I saw that the sound came from Samuel knocking down a rusted part of the fence. He was already through it, and Robert was halfway through.

I went through next and Brandon followed. The others drew their guns. "Robert, take the left, Samuel the right, Brandon, you get the roof. I'll take the front. They won't be expecting us to walk right through the front door" I replied.

They nodded and started off in the directions I indicated. As I started to walk towards the warehouse door Brandon grabbed my arm. "Rachel, please be careful, if Dustin finds out that I let you go in there alone, when we get out of this, he'll kill me" he said.

Giving him a small smile I said "Same goes for you Brandon", before I walked towards the doors.

I could hear the echo of my boots as the thudded against the concrete floor. I walked towards the only place I knew they would be. The main floor.

"Well, well, well, I knew it wouldn't take long for you to rush to Agent Wiles aide, Agent Haven" said a voice from deeper within the building. I aimed my gun, and kept my eyes and ears open.

"It was you behind it all along, I should have known" I said walking carefully.

"Yes, but you didn't, now I have the upper hand" said the voice right behind me, and then all I saw was blackness.

The light was bright as I opened my eyes, my head was throbbing. I saw a fan on the ceiling rotating. I sat up, and tried to get my bearings. I looked around and saw I was alone. Rolling to my feet I then started walking through the building blindingly.

Reaching a door I pushed it open and gasped in horror. My men were all lying on the ground, knocked unconscious, and my eyes began to wander around the room. I quickly ran over to my men and checked to see if they were alive. God knows I couldn't lose another man; it would be the end of me. I sighed in relief, they were all still alive.

I listened closely, and from across the room behind one of those multiple doors, I heard a faint beeping noise. One I recognized immediately. The sound of a heat monitor.

Looking around for a weapon, I cursed under my breath when I didn't find one. I still took off running.

Once I got to the door I cautiously opened the door, and forgetting every ounce of danger that was in this warehouse, I took off running towards the hospital bed.

"Dustin, can you hear me" I whispered as I began to release the straps that held him down. He opened his eyes and groaned.

Placing a hand gently over his mouth I put a finger to my lips when his eyes travelled to me. He nodded and I helped him up. Dustin leaned heavily against me and said "It's good to see your pretty face again gara" in slurred Scottish speech with a smile. The drugs still had a huge effect on him that much I could tell.

"Glad to hear your Scottish voice too Dust" I grunted nearly buckling from the weight of the huge Scottish man resurfacing the pain of my wounds.

We made our way out to where my men lay unconscious and found they weren't there anymore.

"Always trying to play hero, aren't you Agent Haven" said the voice and I saw CIA Director Richard Stevens standing on the second floor.

I froze. Then I heard footsteps behind me and as I turned around I felt a sharp pain and then I fell to the floor.

"Rach! Rach! Come on Rachel! Get up!" said a voice. I felt someone shaking me and I opened my eyes. Brandon.

Robert and Samuel were both supporting Dustin. I tried to get up but failed, my leg throbbing with pain. "Can't get up" I rasped. Brandon picked me up and then we headed off towards the only exit we could find. Brandon handed me a gun and I took it, looking around.

Figures in black were coming towards us. "They're coming" I shouted and we all stopped. Pushing Dustin into the middle we formed a protective circle around him. I stood straighter trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my leg. I felt Dustin grip my shoulder trying to support himself, but not doing a very good job at it.

Six men in black surrounded us and then shots rang out from the gun in my hand. One man went down before I was grabbed and the gun knocked out of my hand. My men tried to get away from their attackers to come rescue me but came to no avail. Dustin tried to do something, but with the drugs messing with his head, he didn't last long.

I struggled, kicking and punching at my attacker but found he was too strong for me. He picked me up and then headed towards the center of the room where a figure was heading. As we got closer I saw who it was.

It was Richard Stevens, with a gun in his hand.

"All of you, leave, it's time for our rogue agents here to witness what will hurt them more then death itself. The death of their precious leader, Agent Haven" said Stevens as I was thrown to the ground.

The air went out of me as I landed on the concrete and realized that somewhere throughout the struggle I had received a hit that had fractured a rib.

Stevens pulled me to my feet by my hair and I cried out in pain. "No!" Dustin screamed rushing forward.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Agent Wiles, unless you want her to meet a quicker end" he said putting the gun to my head.

"You think they won't find you, you'll be dead before you can get back to America, and they won't let you get away with this" I said as my men stood like statues.

"Goodbye, Agent Haven" said Richard Stevens with a laugh, then there was the sound of a gunshot.

Gara means friend in Scottish. Now, I wonder who pulled the trigger. Leave reviews. Thanks for all the comments, story alerts, and story favorites. They really do mean a lot.

-Haleybug