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Chapter Twelve
FUBAR

"Where the fuck are we?" Glenn muttered as he looked around the empty lot they were dropped off at.

Mark shrugged, taking a look around as well. It wasn't quite an empty lot, but it was pretty damn close. Off to the left was a giant plane painted army green. Several men stood around it, but none of them looked their way. Next to the so called camouflaged plane even further off into the distance was a huge warehouse type building. The building was off white in color and surrounded by a chain link fence with barb wired around the top. On top of the building was the helicopter that brought them here and dropped them off. Inside the fence were several hummers and dozens of men in fatigues, ready for their next battle. They were dressed in camo while his men were all in black. For this mission, he was beginning to wonder if maybe they shouldn't be wearing camouflaged clothing as well.

He sighed and shook his head. He never doubted himself so why was he now. He glanced over at Glenn to find his best friend deep in conversation with Bautista. H and Dwayne were also deep in conversation. So while they were talking, he thought about what he left behind this evening. Emmy had cried when he told her good bye. It broke his heart in two and nearly destroyed him. Ashley frowned and apologized, looking worried herself. Something told Mark, she didn't cry for just anyone. Maybe only Ashley and that made him want to smile. His daughter loved him for sure and he took pride in that.

Ashley wasn't sure what to think of his behavior towards her. He was still gruff and rough, but he was calling her baby and touching her as often as he could. She continued to blink at him in confusion and frown as he told Emmy good bye. And when he kissed her good bye, he was sure she was gonna have a stroke right there on the roof of his building. He hated to leave them. Emmy because he was just getting to know her and she was becoming attached to him. He didn't want anything to break the bond they had created the last few weeks. And Ashley… leaving her behind was torture for his dick. Wearing a light green cami top and blue jean shorty shorts, she was fucking hot. Her innocent heart shaped face and chocolate brown eyes made her beautiful. He wanted to stay behind and fuck her into oblivion. Until she had no doubt that she belong to him and no one else.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming."

They all turned towards the voice, Mark frowned at being pulled from his thoughts. None of them greeted the man in front of them. They didn't care. He frowned but nodded and then continued.

"My name is Staff Sergeant Emery Collins. These two shit heads behind me are Privates Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins."

Mark took short notice of the two men behind Collins. The taller one had shorter dirty blond hair and a sneer on his round face. The shorter of the two was about six foot with long dark hair with a raccoon streak of blond down one side. He too was looking at them with disgust on his ugly face. Well that was fine with Mark because he didn't think much of them either.

"And your names…" Collins asked, the tone of his voice making it obvious that they should have already given their names.

Mark resisted the urge to get violet and sighed instead. "Taker." He pointed to Glenn. "Kane." He pointed to Dave. "Animal." He then turned and pointed to Dwayne. "Bull." He last pointed to H over his shoulder. "Game."

Collins sneered. "Those your real names?"

Taker gave him a look that had the three men across from them taking a step back. "They are to you." He replied with a deadly tone.

Collins nodded, swallowing hard. "Ambrose and Rollins will be with you on this mission." He informed Mark and his team.

Mark shook his head. "We don't need help, Collins."

"Regardless, they will be going to make sure orders are followed. Deal with it or leave."

"As long as they stay the fuck out of our way."

Again Collins nodded. "That plane," he pointed to the plane Mark had noticed earlier. "It will be taking you to your destination." He stopped and gave them a smirk. "Well close to that destination. Ambrose and Rollins have the exact coordinates to where the crates are being held. When you are dropped off so will a vehicle." His eyes narrowed. "The crates will be heavy, you'll need the vehicle to load the crates. Once you've got the crates loaded and all survivors dealt with, you will go back to the place where we dropped you off. You have exactly twenty four hours from the time of drop off to get back. If you have not returned, we leave you behind. Any questions?"

The five men shook their head and four of those men look to their leader for their next course of action. Mark lifted his head high and eyed Collins closely, looking for a sign of anything sinister. The gleam is in eye had Mark wondering if something was going on, something that wasn't exactly what they said they wanted. Mark glanced over at Rollins and Ambrose and then back at Nichols. They wouldn't somehow sacrifice two of their own men, would they? The government has been known to do some awful things, but sacrificing their own men, Mark could… okay he could see it happening. But was it happening now?

He focused his gaze on Collins. "I need a minute with my men…" Collins nodded and continued to stand there. Grinding his teeth, he growled. "Alone." He barked.

Collins jumped and nodded again. "Come along, Privates." He stated as he turned on his heel and walked away, Ambrose and Rollins are his heels.

Mark waited until they were out of ear shot and turned to face his men. "Listen up… Do not turn your backs on anyone here." He warned.

"You feel it too." Glenn stated.

Mark nodded. "I do. Something isn't quite right. And I don't like it."

"But they're making two of their men come along..." H replied, trying to be reasonable.

"They could be the ones destined to the job of getting rid of us." Dwayne growled.

Dave snorted. "Those two idiots. Doubtful. They look too incompetent for that."

"Shut up!" Mark hissed. "We can only trust each other. Never turn your backs on Ambrose or Rollins. Or anyone else for that matter. Clear?"

They all nodded and replied in unison. "Crystal."

Mark nodded. "Then let's move out."

Together they headed towards the plane.

"Any of you married or got any kids?" Ambrose asked.

They had been walking for ten minutes after Collins dropped them off in the middle of fucking nowhere. They now had to walk a little over five miles to get to their destination where the crates of weapons were being held. They had to walk the crates back to the vehicle because they didn't want anyone to hear them approach. Apparently Collins hadn't thought of that. Mark had hoped the walk could have been done in silence, but of course Ambrose had to open his big mouth. And this was the third time he had asked that same question. Why he wanted to know was beginning to piss Mark off.

Mark suddenly stopped and turned to face Ambrose. Ambrose shrank back at the look of evil on his face. "The fuck do you care?" He snarled.

Ambrose shrugged. "Just making conversation, dude."

His eyes narrowed. "Don't call me dude. I am not your dude or your bro. And I am not your friend. It doesn't fucking matter if me or my men have any family because it's none of your mother fucking business what we do in our private, personal lives. Are we clear?"

Ambrose nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes."

Rollins shook his head. "Man, you need to get laid." He muttered under his breath.

Taker's men inhaled sharply as Mark's head swung in Rollins' direction, a lethal look on his face. Rollins immediately backed up several steps and almost fell on his ass when Mark slowly made his way towards him.

"The next time you decide to open your mouth and allow shit to spew make sure it's loud enough to make a statement." Mark told him as he stopped in front of Rollins and jabbed a finger in his chest. "Because when you muttered under your breath it only makes you an ignorant cowardly bastard." Mark spat out in his face.

Rollins nodded. "O-okay."

Mark cocked an eyebrow then shook his head. "Lame ass fucking idiots." He turned on his ear and continued walking, his men automatically following suit. Rollins and Ambrose slowly followed behind the group, giving each other a look that said it all. They were in the presence of a bad ass mother fucker. And they were scared shitless.

Glenn took stride next to his best friend and boss, chuckling. "You scared the fuck outta that boy." He commented with a slight grin.

Mark shrugged. "He should have kept his fucking mouth shut. I hate piss ants who muttered bullshit nonsense under their breath thinking they're being all macho or some shit."

"I don't think he'll be saying anything any time soon."

Mark answered in a shrug, keeping an eye on the two men behind them.

Glenn took a deep breath. "What's going on with you? Everything okay with Ashley and Emmy when you left?"

"Everything is fine, Kane. Just ready to be out of this fucking country." He looked around and laughed without humor. "Where ever the fuck we might be."

"You can't fool me, Taker. You're worried, but you don't need to be. Rattlesnake and Hollywood ain't gonna let anything happen to Ashley and Emmy."

Mark grimaced. "They need nicknames. I don't want others knowing their names. Others don't need to know their names."

Glenn nodded. "You've got a valid point, Taker. They definitely need nicknames. How about Sexy for Ashley?" Glenn suggested, smiling.

Mark growled. "Shut the fuck up, Kane. Don't start with me right now. I'm not in the fucking mood."

Glenn laughed. "Yeah, sexual frustration can do that to a man." He replied before jogging ahead to join Animal, Game, and Bull.

Mark glared daggers at Glenn's back, shaking his head. Glenn probably had a point. He was fucking sexually frustrated in the worst fucking way. But he knew that Ashley wasn't the type to just jump into bed with him or let him fuck her against the nearest wall. He knew that, but that didn't stop him from fantasizing about ripping off her clothes that moment he got her alone and fucking against the nearest surface he could find. The wall, the kitchen counter, bent over the couch, or even the dining room table. He could already picture her spread eagle on his dining room table as he sat down in one of his dining room chairs between her legs and ate her until his heart's content.

He grinned. She would be there for a while for sure. He wanted to taste her so fucking bad and he would soon. Even if she wasn't ready for him to fuck her, he was gonna get a taste of that sweet pussy until she came on his tongue screaming his name. He was already smiling, looking forward to it.

They walked for several more hours before they came to the building they had been searching for. It was a warehouse type building with busted out windows but it was only the size of a ranch style home; two stories of course. There was only one problem with this building. It was completely deserted. Oh they hadn't entered it yet because Mark found something completely off about this whole ordeal so he wasn't sure if the crates were in there but he was thinking this whole thing was a set up.

Shit.

"Are we going in?" Ambrose asked curiously.

Mark glanced over at him. "You going in by yourself?" He questioned in return.

Ambrose shrugged and took a step forward. "I can."

Taker shook his head and gestured for him to stop. "No one is going in. Not yet." He told them, digging his phone out of his pocket. He dialed the number that Collins gave him before dropping them off in the middle of nowhere.

He answered immediately. "You there yet? Taking ya long enough." He sneered.

He was a cocky bastard over the phone, Taker thought. "We're here." He told them.

"You in the building yet?" He asked.

Mark instantly got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "We're all in." He told him before hanging up his phone.

"Run." He yelled before taking off full speed away from the building. His team frowned but they immediately followed. Including Ambrose and Rollins. They hadn't made it far when the entire building exploded in a hail of fire. All seven men were thrown off their feet. Covering their heads, they stayed low until they knew for sure that all debris had fallen. Mark was the first to his feet.

"What the fuck was that?" Rollins shouted as he got to his feet and turned towards where the building was.

Glenn growled. "That was your fucking boss trying to kill us."

Rollins shook his head violently, pulling out his phone. "Collins wouldn't do this. I'll call–"

Taker yanked the phone out of his hands. "You're not calling any one until I can figure out what the fuck is going on." He bellowed.

Rollins shrank back against the big man's evil stare and nodded. Mark made his way to Ambrose, holding out his hand. "Phone. Now." He demanded. Ambrose handed his phone over without protest. Mark pocketed their phones and pulled out his own.

"Who are you going to call, Taker?"

"Ghostbusters." Snickered Game.

The rest of the gang smiled but Taker was too busy dialing.

Back in Texas...
The Morning After Mark Left...
Thursday April 10, 2014

"You ready, little lady?" Steve asked her as he walked into the kitchen of Mark's apartment.

She nodded, looking over her shoulder. "Yea, I've just got to grab Emmy."

"Where is she?"

"She fell asleep on the sofa about ten minutes ago. She had trouble sleeping last night."

That caused Steve to frown. "She's not getting sick, is she?" He asked, concerned.

Ashley turned to face him. "No she's not sick or anything. She's just really set in her ways and it throws her off when anything changes."

Steve chuckled. "She's definitely her father's daughter." He commented.

Ash rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I figured she got that from him."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Because you're so laid back?" He teased with a grin.

She motioned with her hands to her surroundings. "Um… I would say I'm pretty laid back considering everything that has happened." She cocky stated.

He held up his hands in surrender and grinned. "You've got me there. I honestly believe any other woman in your situation would have flipped by now."

"You've got that right, Bond."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll grab Emma. You just grab your stuff." He left the kitchen, smiling when he saw Emmy passed out on Mark's huge black sofa. She looked so damned tiny on that thing. He lifted her gently into his arms and followed Ashley out the door.

They left Emmy at the day care with Roman and Steve took Ashley to the school where she worked. She kissed his cheek before she climbed out of the truck.

"Bye Bond." She teased, winking.

Steve chuckled. "Bye little lady." He replied that in that deep Texas drawl of his.

Ashley laughed as she entered the school. She really liked Bond. She liked that deep drawl of his too. It was kindly sexy. She giggled as she entered her classroom. Her students wouldn't arrive for another thirty minutes. She was so involved in her thoughts that she completely missed the man in the corner until it was too late.

When the clock on the dash read 3:05, Steve didn't panic. He was trained not to panic, but that didn't mean he didn't spring into action. He got out of his truck and went into the school. He knew where Ashley's room was. She had told him that morning on the way. She had also told him that she left the school every day at three. Never any later that that. And if she had, she would let him know before the fact. So he had a feeling something was wrong. He was just hoping that he was wrong. He entered her classroom to discover it empty. Which wasn't surprising, it was the end of the day. He turned on his heel and almost ran into a pretty young thing with strawberry blond hair and the prettiest eyes he had ever seen.

"Can I help you?" She asked, frowning.

He looked into those gray-violet eyes and nodded. "I'm looking for Ashley."

Her frown deepened and Steve didn't like it. He wanted that frown gone. He wanted to see her smile. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He didn't have time for this shit.

"She never showed up for work today." Violet eyes told him.

That made him scowl which scared the shit out of violet eyes if her backing up wide eyed meant anything.

"I dropped her off so I know she was here." He told the beautiful woman.

And if she was saying that Ashley never showed up then that means Ashley disappeared this morning as soon as he dropped her off because no one saw her. He gave violet eyes a small smile. "Thanks." He told her before going around her and out the door.

First thing he did was call Roman.

"Yeah?"

"You got Emma in your sights?"

"Yep. She's having snack right now. Cheese bites, crackers, and apple juice. But she doesn't like the apple, she would rather have grape juice."

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Do not let her out of your sight. Ashley's missing."

"What?!" Roman whispered shrieked.

"I dropped her off this morning and sat outside the entire time. Some little blond said she never showed up for work."

"Fuck!" He whispered again. "That's not good, Snake. Not good at all."

"No shit. I'm heading back to headquarters and…" He trailed off.

"Yeah I know… there's nothing you can do until they make contact. And man, you had better hope we find her before Mark comes home."

"Yeah…" Steve hang up on the phone as he climbed into this truck. He laid his head on the steering wheel and prayed for Ashley's safe return.

Ashley woke up in the dark and with a killer headache. She moved her hands to find them free. She rubbed her forehead and then her eyes. Nope it was still dark. She got to her feet and tried to feel her way… somewhere but it was nothing but empty walls. No light switch, no windows and apparently she was alone. She continued along the wall until she finally came to a door. She felt dizzy and almost passed out. She took a few deep breaths and slowly opened the door.

There was no light anywhere but it wasn't dark. It looked as though there was at least one window somewhere covered in blinds or something because there was some shaded light coming from the left side of the hallway. She didn't hear anything or anybody so she took a deep breath, prayed to God and stepped out, shutting the door quietly behind her. She tiptoed her way down the hall and came to an open style living room and kitchen. Only problem was, this place was completely void of any type furniture. She did however see her escape, a door. Again, she took a deep breath, prayed to God and hauled ass to the door. She flipped the locked and bolted out the door.

By the time she registered where she was at, she heard shouting behind her and then gunshots. She felt a burning sensation on right shoulder but she ignored it and kept running. She didn't have a clue where to go, after all she was in some subdivision but it was fairly new. She knew most of the houses were standing unused. She got far from the house as she thought possible and then turned down a side street to find more houses and more streets. She continued running, sweat dripping down her back and soaking her skirt. She continued to run until she saw a man working on a car. She didn't know who he was or even if he was safe, but she didn't care because she ran to him. Well, she ran into him, collapsing at his feet. That was all she remembered because everything around her went black.

Two Days Later-

Saturday April 13, 2014

She opened her eyes and blinked several times before the room around her came into focus. She gasped loudly when she realized she wasn't alone, but a man she had never seen before was in the room with her. He was immediately on his feet, crossing the room in long strides.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. My name is Jonathon. Do you remember me?" He asked, his voice low and non-threatening.

She took him in. He was tall, but not as tall as Mark. He had dark hair that was a little long, falling onto his forehead and over one eye. His blue eyes were the color of the sky on a bright day but not as bright as Steve's. He looked fit, his biceps filled out the black t-shirt he was wearing and she was almost positive those were washboard abs he was hiding underneath that shirt. He was good looking definitely, but she didn't know him and she had a feeling he wasn't one of Mark's.

"I don't know you." She spoke, her voice hoarse.

He gave her a smile and she discovered a dimple. Of course he would have a dimple. He couldn't just be good-looking, he had to have a dimple too. She frowned at her wayward thoughts. She felt weird, off. Then Emmy crossed her mind and she went into panic mode, immediately trying to get up.

Jonathon was there instantly trying to stop her. "What are you doing? You need to lay down."

She shook her head. "I need to get out here. I need to get to my daughter. I need to know if my daughter is okay." Tears spilled down her cheeks as she thought of her daughter, her baby. She tried hard to ignore the pain in her shoulder and her leg but black spots filled her vision and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Calm down. Just tell me who I need to call and I will. But I've been watching the news closely and there's been nothing about a missing girl or anything bad related to a little girl."

She took a deep breath and looked around. "Where are they?"

Before Jonathon could ask who she meant, a short man in a white lab coat entered the room with a smile on his wrinkled sweet face.

"Ms. Dango, it's good to see you awake finally. How are you?"

Her brows furrowed in confusion. She opened her mouth to ask who the hell was Ms. Dango but Jonathon interrupted her before she could.

"She just woke up, but seems to be doing okay."

The doctor pinned him with a look that clearly said, 'I'm the doctor here' before turning back to look at her. He smiled at her again. "I'm happy to report that neither bullet as done any lasting damage."

"Bullet? Damage?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

Ashley closed her eyes and was immediately assaulted with the images of a very tall, dark man, blackness, an empty house, running through streets, the painful burning in her shoulder and running into a man working on his car. Her eyes popped open and found Jonathon's pretty blue ones. He nodded once, a frown on his face.

She turned back to the doctor and nodded. "I remember."

"Good. You need to report this to the police, but for now I'm just going to let you rest."

"Can you tell me if I'm going to be okay?" She asked, scared.

He patted her hand. "You're going to be just fine. You were shot in the right shoulder but it was a through and through and there's no lasting damage. A bullet also grazed your right thigh. You lost a lot of blood but again there's no lasting damage."

She nodded, frowning. She didn't remember being shot in the leg, but she had been running so hard and she had been so scared. She half listened as the doctor said something about infections, pain, no broken bones and something else before telling her to get some rest and leaving the room. A nurse then entered the room, asking questions, taking her vitals, and leaving her some water before she too left. She couldn't focus on anything else but the feeling of betrayal that was flooding through her system. Mark had to be behind this. Who else could it have been? That was the only explanation she could come up with. How come no one was looking for her and apparently Emma was safe. Her heart tore open at the thought of her daughter and tears spilled down her cheeks.

She was suddenly surrounded by a large male as Jonathon pulled her gently into his arms and rocked her gently.

"Shh… please stop crying. We'll find your daughter. I just need to know your name and where you live. I'm sure she's fine."

Ashley pulled back and looked at him with a frown. "You don't know me." She stated dumbly.

He gave her a lopsided smile and shook his head. "I don't."

That was when she remember the doctor called her Ms. Dango. Who the hell was that? "Why did the doctor call me Ms. Dango?" She asked.

That was when Jonathon blushed slightly. He stepped back and sat down beside her on the bed. "I didn't know who you were when you fainted into my arms, but you had been shot and running for your life. You needed a hospital but I knew that whoever was after you would also know that you needed a hospital. So instead of registering you under 'Jane Doe'." He stopped to roll his eyes and she giggled. "That's so cliché so I gave you the name of Samantha Dango."

That actually made her giggle too. "Dango? What kind of name is that?" She asked, amused.

He shrugged. "I'll tell ya the story later, but for now it kept you safe. The staff here knows the real story but agreed to go with the one I told. So if anyone called the hospitals looking for you, they wouldn't be able to find you."

"You're a smart man, Jonathon." She replied honestly.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you're in danger." He answered back just as honestly.

She nodded, fear filling her eyes. "I am. And I need to use the phone." She told him, knowing she needed to call Steve right away. She now understood that Mark wasn't behind this. She should have known better anyway. She was just scared.

He pulled out his phone and went to hand it to her but before she could grab it, he pulled it back. She met his eyes. "Are you sure the person or persons you're about to call are not the ones who mean you harm?"

She smiled softly and nodded. "Yes. They would kill to protect me." She told him truthfully.

His eyes widened slightly before narrowing in what looked to be anger. "Then why were you running for your life in the middle of a deserted fucking street with two bullet holes in you?" He spat angrily.

She swallowed, finally noticing her mouth was dry. She motioned towards the water and Jonathon grabbed it and handed it to her. She took several sips before handing it back to him.

"I was kidnapped, taken from my classroom in the elementary school where I teach. Steve was there but he was outside in the parking lot."

Jonathon chuckled. "You're a school teacher." He stated with humor. "You definitely fit that bill, sweetheart."

She frowned at him before continuing. "The school is usually very secure. They don't let people pass the front doors without a visitor's pass and…" She trailed off more confused now than ever. How did that man get in? And more importantly, how did he get out with her unconscious?

Jonathon pressed the phone in her hand and she frowned at it. She had Steve's number. She had all their numbers. Mark made sure they were all programed into her phone but she didn't know any of them by heart so she didn't know who to call. That made more tears fill her eyes.

Jonathon cursed. "Please don't cry. Your tears unnerve me. What's wrong?"

She looked up at him. "I don't know their phone numbers." She told him.

He frowned and nodded. "Do you know their names?" Catching on that she said numbers not number.

She nodded. "Mark Calaway but he's out of town so…"

Jonathon shook his head and cut her off. "You know Mark Calaway?"

She frowned at him but nodded. "Yes I do. Why?"

He didn't answer her question, instead he found the phone book next to the hospital phone and went to searching through it. He found what he wanted and punched in a number on his phone. He then held the phone to his ear as he walked back to her. He looked to her.

"Who am I asking for, sweetheart, since Calaway is out of town?"

"Steve Austin." She replied.

He nodded and went back to the phone. "I need to speak to Steve Austin."

He looked to her once again with a smile. "I need your name, sweetheart."

"Ashley Fielding." She told him.

He went back to the phone. "It's about Ashley Fielding." He told the person on the phone before heading the phone to Ashley.

Ashley took it and placed it next to her ear. Almost instantly Steve's deep Texas drawl filled the speaker.

"Ashley, where are you?"

"I'm at a hospital." She replied.

He cursed loudly and began shouting orders. "What hospital, honey?"

"Forest Park Medical, sweetheart." Jonathon answered her unasked question.

She told Steve what hospital. He took a deep breath. "That's not far, Ashley. What room, honey?"

She looked at Jonathon. "What room?"

"305."

She told that to Steve.

"Who's there, baby?"

"Jonathon. He saved my life."

He took a deep breath. "We'll be there in ten, Ashley. Fuck… I have to hang up the phone. We'll be there."

With that said, he hung up. Ashley handed the phone back to Jonathon. "He's on the way."

Jonathon nodded, staring at her intently.

"You can leave, but I know that they'll want to talk to you. But I promise they won't hurt you."

Jonathon chuckled, but nodded. "Thanks for assurance." He teased.

She grinned, looking around. "What time is it?" She wanted to know how long she had been gone.

"It's a few minutes after ten." He replied.

She frowned since there was light pouring from the windows. "In the morning? Then I wasn't gone long?"

That caused Jonathon to frown. "Oh sweetheart, it's Friday. You've been in this hospital for two days."

Her eyes widened. "What?" Her voice wobbled.

"You've been out of it for two days. You've come around once or twice but immediately you're back out again."

Two days. Her baby girl must be so upset. So worried. So scared. Was she even okay? She knew that Steve and the guys would make sure she was okay, but was she? Without her? Tears welled up in her eyes and poured down her cheeks. Jonathon hated it when she cried. Her tears tore him up inside so he pulled her into his arms, careful of her wounds. He rocked her back and forth, whispering soothing words into her ear. Doing whatever he could to get her to stop crying, but she only cried harder.

And that was how Steve found them.