A/N: Yay! Chapter 20! *Happy dance* Thanks to everybody who stuck around to read this long :)
"Stay calm soldier
Do not panic
Stay calm soldier
And think of what you were taught
You're too young to die
My soldier
You're too young to leave,"
-Only Young
On the last day of training was when it all went to hell. Shots were fired from the woods and Trench buckled.
"Shit! Get in the house!" Molly ordered, grabbing one of Trench's arms. Danny grabbed the other and they heaved him into the cabin, following the four other team members.
"Who the f*ck was that?!" Danny demanded breathlessly as Molly bent over Trench's bloody leg.
"I didn't invite them!" Molly snarled, tearing his pants away from the wound, "hand me the damn gauze. One of you call Barney!" she ordered.
Danny slid her kit over to her as she tossed him her phone. Her hands were slick with the Austrian's blood.
"Well, Little Wolf, am I going to live?" Trench ground out.
"Unfortunately, yes. Hey, Barker, keep pressure on this while I hook up the plasma! Danny, you got Barney?" Molly could feel the adrenaline coursing hot through her veins.
The Scot pressed the phone to her ear as she slid the IV into Trench's arm, trying to find a vein.
"Quit poking me!" Trench complained.
"Barney?" Molly asked breathlessly.
"What the hell is going on Booker?" Barney asked patiently over the phone.
"Trench has been shot. Some guys in the woods, I think they're the same ones who sent the others."
"Alright. We'll be over in twenty. Can you hold on for that long?"
Molly looked around. They were poorly armed. All they had were their knives and pistols.
"Well, that depends on whether or not-"
Automatic gunfire broke her living room windows and she threw herself down, shielding Trench's leg from the broken glass.
"Booker?"
"Hurry up, Barney. They mean business," she said, panic pulling at her stomach.
"Help me move him to the bathroom," Molly ordered, "you got any weapons in your cars?" she asked Trench's team.
"Don't move me, damn it! I'm fine!" Trench snarled.
"You can't even move your leg. If those bastards come in, we can't be worried about you. Put him in the bath tub," Molly told Danny and Barker.
"I've got ammo in my glove compartment and a tommy gun in the back seat," Trench's second in command, Lopez, told her.
"Give me your keys," Molly ordered, holding her hands out.
"You can't be thinking of goin' out there, Molly!" Danny protested.
"Look around, Danny boy, we're armed with pistols and knives. Now, is there anything you have in your car that would help us?"
Molly peered warily out the front window, clutching the keys in her hands. She could see dark silhouettes in the woods.
"You assholes ready to cover me?" she asked, feeling another burst of adrenaline. Before they answered, Molly jetted outside to Lopez's Kaiser jeep. She could hear the heavy gunfire and feel the wind of the bullets as they just missed her. She flung the heavy door open and flew inside, slamming ti behind her.
With shaking hands, she pulled the fully loaded magazines out of the glove compartment as bullets shattered the window. Staying low, she shoved them in her pockets.
She grabbed the tommy gun and sprayed bullets out the window into the woods. That stopped them long enough for her to hop out and run to Danny's car. Luckily for her, the Kaiser was in between the woods and the car, so she had cover while she bent over Danny's trunk. She grabbed the large duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder.
She was halfway back to her house when pain shot up her torso. Her body was late in reacting as she reached the threshold.
Danny yanked her inside.
"You hit?"
She could only nod as Lopez slammed the door shut. She could feel the numbness stretching up her chest.
"Molly, hey! Look at me!" Danny slapped her face hard. Her dark eyes shot to his. "Ok, walk me through this."
Instead of answering, her hands pressed against her side, feeling the hot blood of her already soaked shirt. She ignored the icy pain as her fingers closed around the metal that had lodged itself in her rib.
"Missed the organs," she whispered.
"What about your rib? Won't that puncture your lung?" Barker demanded.
"Pull the bullet out and stand me up," she ordered. She felt terribly sleepy all of a sudden.
"Molly-"
"Do it," she ground out.
A few minutes later, Molly was leaning heavily against the wall, her face deathly pale as she pressed gauze to her side with one hand.
Her gun hung limply at her side as she watched Trench's team prepare. Danny was pulling grenades out of the duffel bag.
"Is that a pipe bomb?" she demanded.
"I told ye, I'm a demolitions man," Danny grinned, unabashed.
"You're insane," Molly decided.
"Aye, that, too."
She heard the familiar roar of Barney's truck pulling up the driveway, and then more gunfire. She repressed the shudder that ran through her body. Molly had to stay awake.
Barney and Christmas pressed themselves behind the truck for cover.
"Lay down your weapons! We just want Marie Booker!"
"Christ, they really have a hard on for her, don't they?" Christmas scoffed. Barney let out a gruff laugh as he pulled out his phone and dialed Molly.
"Everything ok in there?" Barney asked when she picked up.
"Well, we're f*cked if they decided to come in the house. Danny's got some explosives. Where's everybody else?" Molly asked.
"Flanking them. Just sit tight."
"Sure enough," Molly said tensely.
There had to be at least twenty guys, all shooting up the house. They never saw the Expendables coming.
Of course, after the first few fell, they started turning around to shoot. Gunnar fell, a bullet in his chest.
Barney and Christmas began shooting from the other direction.
It was like shooting fish in a barrel.
They left one alive.
"Who are you working for?" Barney demanded, pressing his boot to the kid's neck.
"Donner! Ariana Donner! She just wants John Booker!" The kid sobbed.
"Why?" Christmas raised his brow.
"I don't know! Please!"
Barney glanced over to Gunnar, who was being tended by Tool. The blonde giant looked worse for wear.
He shot the kid in the head, right between the eyes.
"Nobody messes with my team."