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The ride out to the office building took twenty three minutes exactly, Merle knew because he kept a watch on the clock on the dash of the black dually he was driving. After everyone had loaded their bags into the back of the truck, he and Leon had taken their seats, with Leon staying as far to the passenger side as he could. Merle kept a cool head, knowing everything would be blown if he suspected something was amiss and tipped Le Mechant off.

So he asked Leon what he thought the best place to enter the office building would be, playing to his ego and hunger for his father's seat. He seemed sure their would be a side employee entrance that would be out of sight of the main street and unguarded. Merle just nodded, as if the stupid liar was a covert operations specialist.

The truck led the group of bikes, with Barry and Norm right on his tailpipe. Tyreese had taken sweep since he wasn't in the truck, keeping the group tight. Speed was of the essence, they didn't have time to wait for stragglers. Daryl wound in between Barry and Norm, and then would pull up to Merle's window before falling back to repeat. Merle knew his baby brother was worried about Leon trying something in the truck but he doubted it himself. This was shaping up to look like he was supposed to lead them into an ambush, there was no reason to prevent them getting there. Merle also knew Daryl was aching to push ahead on the Scrambler, with its greater speed and handling, but there was no sense in it. The group as a whole couldn't go but so fast and for him to go in alone wouldn't do anything but get him and the women killed.

It was one fourty in the morning when the dually pulled into the back lot of a dentists office, only lit by the dim bulb above the back door. They all gathered at the tailgate, while Norm handed out the bags. Each man took on his weapons, filling pockets of vests and jeans with extra ammo. Then Barry paired them off for an initial sweep of the perimeter of the building to knock out any early warning from guards. He automatically put the Dixons together but Merle shook his head.

"I need ta get ta high ground, pres, ta snipe, and ya need my bro close in. Don't make sense ta have us together."

Barry raised an eyebrow but then nodded. "You're right. So whose with Daryl?"

"Leon, can ya hold your shit together?" Norm asked out of the blue, "To use anybody else puts out the teams we usually use, and we need everyone at their best."

Leon eyed Daryl for a second and a smirk threatened at the corner of his mouth before he covered it with a grim look and nodded. "I got it. I want to take them down as bad as he does."

Norm looked at Daryl who just nodded. They then broke into the pairs, Merle giving Daryl a long look before he slipped off into the bushes. Each team was approaching the building from a different direction, not wanting to go in as a whole and get discovered by being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Daryl and Leon moved through the bushes, every step the lumbering idiot took getting on the hunter's nerves. On top of the fact that Daryl was almost totally sure Leon had betrayed them all and that he was going to kill him before the night was done, but to top it off he couldn't be quiet when he walked which was grating on his nerves as they went through the scrub brush around the defunct office complex. But in the end, Daryl was glad for the noise, it saved his life.

After ten minutes of listening to Leon's footsteps tearing apart the underbrush behind him, they were finally at the brick wall of the office building. Daryl stopped to get his bearings, and that's when he heard it, or actually didn't hear it. Leon had gone silent behind him and then there was the swish of rapid movement through the muggy summer air.

Daryl's first thought as he dropped to the ground was that Merle better fuckin be where he said he would. Leon's knife grazed his temple on the way down, which was a lot better than driving into his back where it had been aimed. If he hadn't been on the lookout for a move like that, he would be bleeding out in the red Georgia clay right now. It was too dark to depend entirely on his sight so he used his hearing, the big ass had no clue how to be quiet anyway. Daryl followed it over the half second it took for Leon to figure out he had missed his mark and then leg swept him on his left side, the one he had been limping on since being "attacked" Saturday morning. Merle had figured it was actually him that had injured Leon at the trailer that night, and now it looked like his brother was right.

Unfortunately, Leon was able to twist as he fell and landed directly top of Daryl. The hunter's hand had been going for his own knife and was now trapped between them, both men only able to grunt with the exertion of the fight, even unable to curse. Leon's blade came up in Daryl's face and he grabbed his wrist, forcing it out of his way and head butted him, the only move available at the moment. Daryl's head exploded in pain on impact but he didn't recoil. His own daddy had hit him a hell of a whole lot harder than that. Leon did pull back however and the man below him used the momentum to flip them over. That freed Daryl's right hand and he was able to knock Leon's knife loose from his hand into the dark. Leon brought a left up into his stomach though, knocking the wind out of him. He bent double but was able to lodge his forearm across the windpipe below him. Daryl took a whistling breath in and drove his weight into his arm as Leon flailed beneath him. Then Daryl felt cold metal slide across his arm that was lodged across Leon's throat a second before he was dragged up and off him, to cough and gasp in the dust to his side.

"Ya alright?" Norm asked, crouching down.

Daryl just nodded, wiping the blood from his cut temple out of his eye before addressing Merle, who had a heavy duty chain wrapped around Leon's neck and was pulling it as the big man dug his fingers frantically at the links, his face turned purple for the second time that night.

"Took ya damn long enough, bro." he said.

"Sorry," Merle grunted with exertion, bracing his boots on Leon's shoulders. "We got caught up with a couple frenchies."

Daryl didn't have to ask how it went. Merle and Norm were breathing, so the Le Mechant they had encountered weren't.

"Sides," Merle continued, "I been back ta back with ya in enough bar fights ta know ya could handle'im till we got here."

Leon's struggles started to weaken and Norm noticed.

"Let up." he said casually to Merle, like it was the most natural thing in the world to be strangling a man you had helped raise, outside at two a.m.

Merle let enough chain slide through his hands to let Leon take a weak choking breath. Norm bent over him, pinning a shoulder down with one of his knees and grabbing a hand full of Leon's hair to pull his head up.

"Where are they?!" he asked, voice cold.

"Fuck...you..." Leon managed to wheeze out before Norm's fist connected with his already bruised nose. It broke this time, blood gushing as Merle took up the slack again in the chain. He let him founder for a second before letting him take another breath.

The arm that wasn't pinned under Norm tried to grab at the older man's gun in it's holster under his vest but Daryl grabbed it and put his own knee on that one, himself now side by side with Norm as they loomed over Amber's traitorous brother.

"Where are they?!" Daryl repeated the previous question.

Leon just shook his head and tried to spit on Daryl and failed miserably. It's kind of hard to spit when you can't breathe. Norm shook his head and pulled his gun. Merle was keeping his cool, and eyed the two other men carefully. He had seen enough blood lust while in service and hoped his brother and Norm could keep it in check long enough to get the information they needed.

Norm brought the barrel of his gun to press into Leon's forehead.

"NOW, Leon! WHERE ARE THEY?"

"You won't," he coughed "shoot me out here."

He had a point, they didn't need to announce their presence but they needed to find out what they could, and fast. Daryl reached for the bow where it had fell when he hit the ground, bringing it up point blank against Leon's shoulder.

"Naw, HE won't, but I will."

The arrow was instantly impaled through Leon's shoulder. At the point blank distance, it traveled through the meat all the way through, and drove into the dry clay beneath him. He bucked like a bronco under them and would have screamed if he had enough breath to. They gave him a minute and Merle backed off on the chain.

"Are they here, in THIS building?!" Norm waved his arm at the three story brick structure behind them. Daryl centered his reloaded bow against Leon's other shoulder to punctuate the question, his finger hovering over the trigger. Leon gave the bow one look and nodded his head frantically.

"Yes...YES! They're here!" he choked out.

"Where?" Daryl asked. Leon shook his head.

"Don't...know..."

Daryl grabbed the base of the arrow protruding from Leon's shoulder in front of him and gave it a twist. Leon jumped and tried to scream again.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I DON'T KNOW!"

"Then what door are they expecting us to come in?" Norm tried to go in another direction. Daryl's hand hovered over the arrow, ready to go again. Leon kept his eyes on that hand the whole time he answered.

"Side employee entrance...told'em I'd lead you in through there."

Daryl leaned up and put the end of the bow against the middle of Leon's chest. "Ya SURE?"

"YES!"

Norm nodded and stepped up off Leon. He ran his hand through his hair.

"All right then."

Leon looked up at him. "What? You can't kill me, daddy won't let you."

Norm looked down and him, incredulous. "Ya betrayed the whole club, got ya mama, sister, and MY OLD LADY taken, and god knows what else..."

"Fuck it!" Leon spat. Merle just let him talk, taking enough rope to hang himself, as the proverb goes. "I'll just tell him these two hicks jumped me and you helped them."

"Why? You let them take yore goddamn MAMA!"

"She wasn't supposed to be involved, it was only because GI Joe jumped me at the farm." Merle gave Daryl an 'I told you so' look and smirked. "Only my whore sister an AAAAAAAHHHHHHH" At the mention of Amber, Daryl had grabbed the arrow, pulling it halfway out before jamming it in at another angle, pushing a new ragged path through flesh and blood.

"ENOUGH!" came a yell from the shadows a few feet to their left, opposite the building. Barry stepped out, arms crossed over his chest, his face unreadable. Daryl released the arrow and sat back, letting Barry have a full view of his son.

"Thank GOD," Leon husked out, "Daddy! They jumped me, get me up!"

Barry leaned over his son's face, his eyes narrowing. "Do you ever stop lying?"

"Wha..." Leon's jaw dropped in shock as he looked up at his father.

"I been here the whole time, heard all of it."

Leon looked between the three men who had been interrogating him. "You bastards set me UP!"

They just looked down at him. Barry looked over at Norm, "You get what you needed?"

"Yeah, they're here. The club is waitin in ambush inside that side door like ya heard."

Barry nodded, "Fine. Then we go in the back. Meet up in five." He turned to walk away.

"Wait, NO, daddy please! I'm your SON!" Leon pleaded.

Barry stopped but didn't turn, keeping his back to the man on the ground.

"My son died a long time ago, you're just a monster. Five minutes, Norm."

He walked away into the dark. Leon started to yell out again but Merle tightened up on the chain, cutting him off. Norm and Daryl shared a look and Norm went to pull his knife from it's sheath. Daryl shook his head and reached down in his boot.

"Naw, I got it." he said quietly as the man beneath him struggled weakly, his air supply cut off.

It was ironic that Leon, a man who had spent most of his life trying to prove he was a bigger and badder man than any other, especially his father, died with a pearl pink switchblade buried in his throat.

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Amber had finally stopped crying when she felt something hot drip onto her face from above, instead of the chill of tears soaking her cheeks. She looked up to see that the handcuffs had broken through the skin of her numb wrists and blood was running down her forearms.

"Oh...shit...Kaye..." she whimpered.

Kaye's head swung up. "Oh, god, baby girl! Back on your toes, hurry!"

Amber tried to push up but her right calf immediately seized in a muscle crushing cramp. She yelped and then bit her lip, pushing up on her left foot and pressed her right foot against the wall behind her. Gradually the cramp released, but as it dissipated, the feeling started to come back in her hands. The pins and needles feeling was manageable but then the sting and burn of the broken skin came through. Amber felt like thousands of fire ants were biting her wrists and the base of her palms. She screamed and reflexively fell back off her toes, trying to make her hands go numb again.

"NO!" Kaye yelled. "Back up, BACK UP NOW! Please girl, if they break through veins you'll bleed to death! UP AMBER, NOW!"

Amber pushed back up, keening at the pain.

"Aw, how sweet, mi preciosa, all the love!" Martinez snickered from the door, he must have come in when Kaye started yelling.

"Shut the fuck up and LET HER DOWN!" she yelled, not concerned with making him angry.

"I can't, she's not my toy." he shrugged as he walked over to Kaye. "However, you are, and we are going to play un juego. Yes?"

"Fuck you and your games, Cesar. You forget I've played before."

Martinez was now pressing his body against Kaye's. "Listen to me, preciosa. If you try to hit me again," he pulled his knife from his belt and waved it at Amber as she fought to stay upright despite the pain eating at her wrists "I'll cut the girl. Understand?"

Kaye nodded once, looking over at Amber. Amber shook her head back, Kaye couldn't let him hurt her just to protect her.

Martinez pressed his hips against Kaye's, grinding against her. "Feel that? Told you it was still fully functional."

Kaye just looked away.

"Answer me!" He demanded.

She nodded, biting her lip as her eyes shimmered. Martinez cupped her jaw with his free hand. "Don't bite me, don't you dare." he whispered before forcing his mouth on hers, his tongue immediately invading her mouth. Amber looked away, unable to see the woman who helped raise her be violated. Kaye remained silent and he pulled back to tsk. "Now, it's no fun if you don't fight back and scream." He brought the knife up, drifting it across her collarbone before using it to cut open her shirt and bra. He began groping her roughly and yet she remained stoic, focused on a spot on the wall behind him. Amber knew Kaye had left, gone to that memory.

Martinez stopped his actions to consider Kaye's face carefully. "What's happened to you, preciosa? Has life in the junkyard wore you down? You were screaming and kicking by this point last time." He leaned in, his voice taking on a razor's edge. "Maybe I should pretty you up for your junkyard dog, yeah? He's coming, and I'm going to drag him up here so he can watch me fuck you while he dies." Kaye's eyes closed for a second at the mention of Norm but that was all, she was gone.

Martinez brought his knife up to Kaye's face, just to the outside of her right eye. "Many women your age have work done, so maybe you should go under the knife too? Make you extra pretty for the perro?" He laughed for a second like he had made a hilarious joke. Then the tip of his knife pressed into her skin, a bead of blood blooming at the point where they met. He stopped laughing to concentrate on his work. Kaye's eyes widened when the blade broke through and a pitiful noise came from her throat.

"Not enough, let's try some more." he decreed. The knife drug down and finally Kaye opened her mouth, letting go a "No!" as she tried to pull away. Martinez grabbed her jaw, forcing her to be still. "Too late, BITCH!" he yelled in her face, pulling the knife down as she screamed. He cut a gash from the corner of her right eye, curving over her cheek bone and down to the corner of her mouth, jagged and deep, almost going through her cheek in two spots. By the time he finished, Kaye was screaming, blood streaming down her face and neck to soak her shirt.

"STOP!" Amber pulled at her cuffs, forgetting her own pain. "NO!"

Martinez leaned back, admiring his work. "Much better." He nodded. "Now we have to make the other side match." The bloody knife came back up, just outside her left eye.

Just then the door opened Philip stepping in. "Martinez, downstairs now, it's time." he clipped out.

"But..." Cesar looked between Philip and the mutilated woman in front of him.

"Later." Philip commanded. "One of the patrols didn't report in."

Martinez beamed at Kaye as she whimpered and cowered before him. "Show time, pretty lady." he said brightly before turning to jog out the door while drawing his gun.

Philip walked over to Amber, his nose wrinkling up in disgust when he looked at Kaye as she nearly hung from her cuffs, weeping and bleeding. "Martinez is such an animal, no idea how to treat a lady. Don't you agree?" he asked Amber.

"They're here."

"Yes," he smiled "they are."

"You'll be dead soon." she stated flatly.

Philip shook his head. "Hope can be an ugly thing, mon cher. It disillusions and let's us down."

Amber looked straight ahead as Philip advanced on her until she could feel the heat from his body.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs, getting shot?" she suddenly said, not looking at him.

"Ah, no, mon cher. It's been a long time since I've done that kind of thing. I've risen above it." His hands brushed over her hips, grip tightening as he slid his hands up over her waist, pushing her tank top up as he went. His eyes flashed down, watching as her bra and breasts were revealed. Amber swallowed down the urge to vomit.

"You are beautiful, cher. Like a true woman." he breathed but then his brows drew down as he looked at something with interest. He pulled back the cup of her bra a little, fully revealing the bite mark Daryl had left there the night before.

Philip looked back up at her grinning. "Mon cher, something tells me you like the rougher side of the bed."

"What I like in bed would turn your hair grey."

He chuckled then. "Ah, such spirit. This is going to be wonderful." His hands left her breasts, one going to a pocket of his vest, withdrawing a key while the other grasped her numb wrists.

"Listen to me, little one. I'm going to loose your hands. If you try ANYTHING, I shoot your friend over there. Understand?"

Amber nodded slowly, looking over at Kaye's withered form for a second. Then he unlocked the cuffs and she yelled when her arms fell, shoulders exploding in agony. Her feet and legs felt like jelly after so long working at their maximum and she crumpled to the floor.

Philip laughed again. "Suddenly so eager! What a surprise!"

He crouched down in front of her, stroking the side of her face. His fingertips felt like death itself against skin and she flinched away in spite of herself.

He slapped her hard enough to make her head hit the wall behind her and she yelped. "Don't pull away from me! DON'T EVER PULL AWAY FROM ME!" he commanded. Amber tasted blood in her mouth but didn't dare spit it out, swallowing the coppery taste instead. Then he was grabbing her, one hand with a handful of her hair and the other grabbing the waist band of her jeans. The sudden movement and the state of her legs and arms left her wavering, only able to remain balanced because of his hands. Philip was on his knees too now and his hand stopped pulling her hair to join the other at her waist. She heard the button pop and the zipper right before his hands roughly pushed her jeans and panties down as far as where her knees met the floor. She whimpered when the cool air touched her skin but didn't pull away, afraid not for herself but for the bloodied woman crying softly over her left shoulder.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hair again with one hand and the floor rose up to meet her, her face hitting the cheap rough industrial carpet so hard that a front tooth pierced the inside of her lower lip. Her jeans and underwear were jerked down to right above her ankles and he straddled her. She heard the sound of his zipper and a rustle of cloth and dug her face into the carpet, willing herself away just before his hands dug into her hips to pull her ass up, leaving her chest on the floor and exposing her sex to him. He leaned over her and she felt...it brush against her just before he whispered.

"You know, cher, I was going to be gentle, but considering you like it rough, a man should try to please his lady, yes? And I'm glad I waited until now to do this. You'll still be bleeding when they drag your dying archer up here."

Amber didn't answer Philip. She wasn't there in that room anymore, she had left it behind. She went home, went to Daryl.