It hurt like hell to get this out, but I did it. I'll try to make the next chapter bigger. I needed something to lead into the events that are to come.

Nikolai landed about half a mile from Makarov's safe house, and let us out.

"Meet us at the LZ in about 2 hours," Soap told Nikolai.

"Right my friend. I will see you in 2 hours," Nikolai said taking off to probably go refuel the chopper.

We all huddled up around Soap.

"Well, why are you all crowding around me? Let's get going," Soap said.

Soap led the way, and we followed him until we got close enough to the safe house that we could see it. We hid in the bushes and waited for Soap to tell us what exactly we were going to do.

"Anyone feel like camping?" Soap asked quite randomly. We all just stared at him.

"What? We have to watch the safe house to see when it is the least guarded, but Makarov is still there so we can take him out. That's gonna take some time," Soap told us.

We all groaned quietly. No one in the Task Force really liked camping that much.

"I'm gonna take Ghost with me. Archer and Toad, you two can set up wherever is best for you to take a shot at Makarov if it's clear. Roach, you and the kid are gonna go around the perimeter and see what's out here. Don't go together though. You can cover more ground if you go separately ," Soap said.

After we all got our assignments from Soap, I was walking around for a little bit to get a better view of the safe house. I just happened to look up at one of the rooms, and see Makarov. It was tempting to take the shot at him, but I didn't have a sniper rifle on me, and I was really bad at aiming them, so I would just have to deal with it. I looked for the binoculars that I always had on missions so I could get a closer look to see what he was planning next. It looked like he had some blueprints on his desk, but I could only guess because the paper was blue. Just as I was looking down to find them; I felt a shooting pain in the back of my head. I turned around to see what the cause was, only to feel the same pain shoot through my head again. I didn't have time to register what was going on before the pain became overwhelming, and I blacked out.

When I came to, I was tied to a chair.

"Oh my, how original," I muttered.

"Of course you start complaining as soon as you wake up," I heard someone with a Russian accent say. He sounded familiar. Oh, of course it did. It was Makarov.

"Jeez! It feels like you hit me in the head with a flipping fire extinguisher. WTF dude?" I exclaimed when I started to feel the pounding in my head.

Makarov ignored my comment.

"I have some questions that I want to ask you," he said.

"Don't we all have questions in life? Get in line," I said.

Makarov sighed. I knew he didn't like it when I talked back to him, but he wasn't my superior, so he was going to have to get used to it.

"If you cooperate with me, I might untie you. I know how much you hate being tied up," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah, doesn't everyone hate being tied up?" I asked.

"Well I know you really don't like it. You also don't like small spaces. So I might let you go and wonder around the house, or I could stick you in a small dark closet all tied up to this chair and never let you go. It's really your choice," Makarov said.

"If you untied me, wouldn't you be worried that I would and could just escape?" I asked. This guy was supposed to the be smartest terrorist in the world. Pfft.

"I'm not stupid. I thought about that and set up a strong security system throughout the entire house. There is no way you can get through it."

'Hm, maybe or maybe not,' I thought to myself. Ghost was starting to teach my how to hack security systems. If this one wasn't too ridiculously complex, maybe I could crack it. But knowing Makarov, it was bound it be tough.

"Maybe some time alone will clear your head so you will be ready to talk," Makarov muttered.

"Wait what?" I asked.

Makarov rolled his eyes and started walking up the stairs.

"So you're just going to leave me down here?" I asked.

Then the lights went out.

"The lights? Really?" I asked. "You're just going to leave me alone down here in the dark?" I asked up. I couldn't really tell where the stairs were, but I think Makarov still heard me.

"Yes, and complaining will not help you," he yelled back. "I'll come back for you later. I have a headache from hearing you talk."

"Meanie," I muttered to myself.