A/N: Hello! I'm bored... goodbye! Love you guys! :)

Logan P.O.V

I woke up to the droning, seemingly never-ending sound of helicopter rotors. My entire body still throbbed... but it was somehow less intense. Why did I feel a bit better? My best answer to that question was that I had pain meds in me.

It also explained why I was so tired and felt kinda like I was floating. Ugh... I hate that sensation. I groaned when I opened my eyes slightly, only to be met with sunlight.

Damn it. I hate the sun now. I heard some shuffling and looked up, a cold rag falling from its position on my forehead from the movement.

Rorke sighed and picked it up, soaking it in cold water from a bucket before placing it in its original spot.

"Keep still. I don't want you tearing your stitches. And you should go back to sleep, we've still got a ways to go." He advised, checking the IV in my arm to make sure I hadn't ripped it out while he wasn't looking.

I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering where we were going. I glanced at Rorke again and tried to ask, but all that came out was a strangled cry. My voice was raw, cracked, and dry. I probably wouldn't be speaking properly for at least a few days.

"No, Logan. Don't try to speak, just go to sleep." He ordered.

I wheezed in a shallow breath and my ribs burned in protest. I couldn't hold back the whimper that flew past my lips. If it hurt that bad when I took a shallow breath, I didn't even want to think about how taking a deep breath would feel.

I didn't even notice when Rorke injected something into my IV line.

I sat there for a few more minutes, until I was pulled into the land of unconsciousness once again.

Hesh P.O.V

I sighed as I sat down in the back of the helicopter, waiting for dust off. Riley hopped up into the heli and laid down against my legs. I patted him on the head with a fond smile. The others piled in after us, most of them nervously fiddling with their equipment. What was left of our team was coming, as well as a few of the 141 members.

Those few included- Soap, Price, and Ghost. We wanted some backup because we had no idea how many Feds would be guarding the base.

Roach, of course, had argued. He hated being separated from Ghost. But Luke refused to let him go because he didn't want him tearing open his side. He was pissed, but had listened for once. I smiled slightly. Roach was crazy and rebellious, but he was a good friend.

I'm really hoping we'll find Logan, but... something feels off. I don't know what it is and I couldn't possibly explain it, but for some reason I feel like Logan won't be there... What if he isn't? What if Rorke grabbed him and ran off? I shuddered at the thought. That would be horrible.

I don't care how many Feds we have to take down to get to him, as long as he's there waiting for us when we finally reach him. I looked up and Ghost sat down beside me with a small grin.

"You okay?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"I will be when he's safe back home."

He nodded his understanding and was quiet for a while. I felt the helicopter begin its ascent and glanced out the window. Red, orange, and yellow trees flew by us, creating a beautiful blur of colors.

Autumn was Logan's favorite season. He loved all the pretty colors and jumping in piles of leaves. I felt tears rise in my eyes as I remembered last year...

Flashback...

I walked outside, sighing as I felt the chilly autumn air bite at my cheeks. I decided to take a walk and went into the woods, enjoying the beautiful trees. After walking for about 10 minutes, I heard a laugh behind me and suddenly a huge pile of leaves was thrown at me.

"Haha! I got ya!" Logan giggled, his head poking out from behind a tree.

He looked so cute, all bundled up in his winter clothes. I smiled and leaned down, grabbing a large handful of leaves and running after him. He squealed and ran away, diving behind a tree and reappearing with leaves a moment later.

"I'm gonna get you." I laughed, lunging for him.

We chased each other around for a while, throwing leaves all over the place. He eventually tackled me into a huge pile of them.

"Yay! I... win." He huffed through pants for breath.

"No... you don't." I stated, biting his arm.

He yelped and leapt back and I tackled him, burying him in leaves as soon as he was down. He couldn't stop laughing and neither could I. After a few minutes, he was completely covered in leaves, all except for his face. He scrunched up his nose.

"Not cool, dude. Not cool." He sighed, shaking his head and causing several leaves to fall from the pile.

I laughed and poked his red nose.

"I win."

I hurriedly wiped the tears from my cheeks before the others noticed. Little did I know they had already seen them. I sighed sadly and leaned against the seat, hoping to find sleep.

Several Hours Later...

I awoke with a jolt when I heard the pilot's voice crackle over the speakers.

"ETA 5 minutes."

Merrick stood up and quickly gained everyone's attention.

"Alright. You all know Logan may or may not still be here, so don't get your hopes up. Other than that, you know the drill. Make sure you have everything you need." He instructed.

We nodded silently, all wondering the same thing.

Was Logan still here?

The last few minutes of the ride were quiet, other than the droning sound of the helicopter rotors. We slowly descended about 3 miles from the location Luke got. We didn't want them knowing of our presence.

We exited the helicopter a few at a time, the leaves crunching beneath our feet. Riley licked my hand and sat down beside me, waiting for us to move. Keegan caught my eye with a look that silently asked, 'Are you gonna be okay?'

I simply nodded and followed the others.

We set a brisk pace and neared the base about 20 minutes later. It was odd. My stomach dropped when I noticed that the forest animals were fairly loud.

Normally if they lived near a large base full of people, they were quiet. But their activity pointed in the direction of this base being abandoned.

I shook my head. It couldn't be. Logan was there. He had to be.

As we neared the tree line Merrick held up a hand, signaling for us to stop. I listened intently, but there was nothing to be heard other than the chirping of birds.

I saw the look of disappointment on his face, as well as Price and MacTavish. Keegan just looked sympathetic and Kick seemed like he wanted to cry.

Logan wasn't here. Hell, no one was here. Damn it. I should've known Rorke would do this. Should've known he would toy with us like this. I felt rage boil up in me, but shoved it back down. Now wasn't the time. There could be clues in there... we needed to go look.

Merrick sighed and signaled for us to continue. We approached the large chain link fence that surrounded the perimeter and I looked up, noting that it wasn't electric. Huh.

There was no entrance in sight. The rest of us waited while Kick created a large hole in the fence with pliers. It was much easier than searching for a proper entrance.

We were in after a few minutes and this place gave me the chills. It was really creepy... the perfect place for Rorke to hole up in. Now we were positive that no one was here. I sighed in disappointment and felt my heart plummet.

Logan... I miss you...

Riley whined quietly and I petted him.

"It's okay, boy."

"God, this place is creepy..." Kick muttered, shaking his head.

I felt like I was going to be sick when we found a deep hole in the ground. We all knew that during Rorke's breaking process, he was kept in a pit in the ground. The only thing I could picture was Logan, sitting at the bottom covered in blood and injuries.

The image made my stomach coil into knots of anxiety. There was some blood at the bottom and knowing it was my little brother's made my heart ache. The foul stench of shit and piss coming from the dreadful pit didn't help ease my worry.

"This is some fucked up shit..." Merrick sighed, shaking his head.

We continued on, heading for the first building. There were four in total, but they were all one story and not that large. Merrick paused and turned back to the rest of us.

"We're splitting up. Price and MacTavish take the first building. Keegan and Hesh, second. Ghost and Kick, third. I'll take the last one with Riley." He ordered.

We all nodded and went to our instructed locations. I followed Keegan to the second building and we found the door. It wasn't even locked. He carefully opened it, and surprisingly nothing happened.

We had been suspicious because they hadn't bothered to lock it, but oddly enough, nothing bad happened. He raised an eyebrow in question, then shrugged and cautiously entered. I silently walked after him, my eyes roaming the hallway we came into.

It looked like there was a total of three rooms here, so we went into the first one on the right. Before doing anything else, we carefully searched the room to make sure we wouldn't get jumped by anyone who might be hiding there.

But no one was here. This was disturbing. The room had a table in the far corner, which was half filled with torture devices. Although the ones on the table were covered in dried blood and looked to be somewhat old.

Rorke must have taken his favorites and the newer ones with him...

In the center of the room, there was a metal table with restraints. I shuddered when in my mind, Logan appeared on the table. My stomach lurched. He was covered in injuries ranging from large gashes to whip scores.

It was horrifying. He looked at me with teary eyes that begged me to save him... but I couldn't. I shook my head and he disappeared.

Keegan looked concerned, but didn't say anything to me. The restraints were bloody and worn with age. The floor had blood stains splattered onto it, and the walls had a bit as well. I couldn't help but wonder if that was Logan's blood... Who am I kidding, of course it's Logan's blood.

"You see anything useful?" Keegan asked, looking around the room.

I shook my head in response, not trusting my voice.

"Okay, let's search the next room."

I nodded agreement and we quietly went to the second room. In here there was a metal chair, a car battery, and some rope. There was blood everywhere in here too... it made me feel terrible because I knew I could've prevented this.

If only I had been stronger... I could have spared Logan from all this pain. After a few minutes, Keegan shook his head and we silently crossed the hall to enter the final room.

I was shocked when I realized it was empty. Keegan seemed to be caught off guard too. We stood uncertainly in the doorway for a moment, caught between entering and not entering.

Then something on the far side of the room caught my attention. I strolled through the door and picked it up. I felt bile rise in my throat when I realized what it was. I quickly gave it to Keegan, who had been standing behind me, and ran out into the hallway.

My stomach heaved again just as I stepped out of the room. I retched and threw an arm out against the wall to support myself as I swayed. Foul smelling chunks of food and stomach acid splattered onto the floor and I stood there for a moment, catching my breath.

I dry heaved a few times, then spat the rest of it out. I tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks, but they just kept coming.

It was a flash drive.

A/N: Whooooo... long chapter. And just to explain, Hesh was so upset over the flash drive because he knows there's gonna be some fucked up recordings of Logan being tortured on there. And he was right, there shall be! Btw, sorry it took me like 5 days to get this out... I didn't really know what to write.

BUT Justagenericusername helped me! Yay!

And Marioexpertken is awesome too! You should totally go read his story 'Between Worlds' it's really cool even though he hasn't updated in a while... *HINT* *HINT*

Anywho, I worked hard on this crap! So please review! Please! *puppy dog eyes*