AN: So sorry for the delay. I wrote this chapter three times before I decided I was happy with it! Hopefully you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Flashpoint.

"Thank you for the information. Keep me updated." Baxter then dismissed the man. Once the door to his office was closed he lowered he head to his hands and closed his eyes. He knew that he wouldn't have to worry about informing wives of the missing men, it would be their CO's job, and there were enough officers between the Generals and himself that he wouldn't have to worry about it.

However, what he wasn't looking forward to was telling two sons, who were currently in Toronto recovering from time as a POW, that their abusive fathers were missing. He knew that despite the relationship between the fathers and sons both men would take the news hard. Not knowing if a fellow soldier was a POW or not was hard enough. It made it worse if you actually knew the man, no matter how despicable they were. He sighed. He was not looking forward to this conversation.

Chapter 36 -One Last Mission

Braddock Home, Toronto - Day of Discharge

Jules had not been able to stop smiling since they walked in the door four hours ago. Having her family whole again was better than anything in the world. Even better then out shooting Sam with a Remi, which didn't happen often by the way. Seeing him interacting with their children was priceless. She was so happy that he was home.

Sam tickled the bundle of energy that was Sadie again and his smile grew as she squealed in laughter for the hundredth time. This, this is what he fought so hard to come home to! He looked up to where Jules was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the Unit guys. She had invited them over for a home cooked meal before they left for the base again. She knew Sam would want a chance to thank them for everything they had done for him and wish them good luck for the future. Their eyes met and both sighed in relief. They were finally together again, home. He handed Sadie off to Jules when she came over to him and he went to pick up Matt and cuddle his little boy. He kissed the top of Jules head and pulled her into his side. He loved having his whole family in his arms again.

Williams took in a deep steadying breath as he pulled up to the Braddock residence. He had spoken with Major Copeland and Commander Baxter just before the Unit had left to come here. The other two men would meet them here in about an hour. He was worried, yet curious, as to how the Unit was going to take the news. He had a feeling that he knew what was going to be decided. He just hoped that it worked out best for everyone.

"Welcome to my home." Sam grinned from ear to ear when he opened the door to find his now former Army Unit standing on his doorstep.

"It's good to see you up and about Braddock! And in good spirits too." Baird smiled as he took in the sight of their sniper holding an adorable Matt Braddock in his arms. He was beyond thankful that they had gotten Braddock home to see his family, to meet his son.

"Well don't just stand there, come on in. Dinner is almost ready." Jules called from a few steps behind Sam, Sadie on her hip.

The Unit filed into the Braddock home and gathered around the island in the kitchen. They spent several minutes chatting before Jules announced that it was time to eat. Everyone gathered around the table and enjoyed a wonderful home cooked meal of lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. As Williams noticed that they were reaching the time that his commanding officers would show he cleared his throat. Time to break the news to the men.

"Well Jules, dinner was absolutely delicious." Williams smiled as he looked to Braddock's wife. "Thank you so much for your hospitality! This is the best food I've had in a long time."

"You're welcome. It's the least I could do in thanks for you bringing my husband home in one piece." Jules smiled as she squeezed Sam's hand. Their eyes met and a smile was shared.

"As much as I hate to do this I need to let you all know that Commander Baxter and Major Copeland are on their way here. They need to discuss something with us all." Williams looked to Jules and Braddock. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it sooner but I didn't want to color dinner with that news."

"Not a problem." Jules was slightly worried, no small thanks to her training as a negotiator and the tone of the Captain's voice.

"Why are they coming here?" Sam asked curiously, not missing the fact that Jules tensed a bit.

"It was the best place to meet. And It's secure." Williams answered.

Before anyone had a chance to respond the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Sam stood and squeezed Jules shoulder. Whatever the officers were here to tell them they would get through it together.

"Can I help you clean up from dinner ma'am." Jackson offered when Braddock went to answer the door.

"Thank you Jackson." Jules smiled as she started to pick up plates. All the Unit guys then pitched in to help and the task of cleaning up from dinner was finished in just a few short minutes.

Sam was thankful that the guys offered to help Jules with the dinner clean up. He normally would do it himself but he had other guests to welcome into his home.

"Commander, Major, welcome to my home." Sam greeted as he gestured for the men to enter his house. He could tell from the look on the Commander's face that he had bad news to share.

"Braddock, I'm sorry to interrupt your evening at home." Commander Baxter commented as he walked in. "I would have waited until tomorrow but this is time sensitive."

"Is everything all right Sir?" Sam asked as he showed the men to the living room where the Unit was just now gathering.

"Sam, I'm going to take the kids to the play room. Do you want me to come back?" Jules asked quietly.

Sam looked to Commander Baxter before answering. Silently questioning whether or not his wife would be allowed to hear the news.

"Mrs. Braddock we would welcome your company if you choose to join us." Baxter answered for them. He knew that the news he had to share would not be easy for the guys to hear and thought that having his wife nearby might make it easier for Braddock.

Sam met Jules eyes and unspoken words were shared. She offered a small smile and nodded before turning to take the kids to the play room and set up the baby monitor so she could listen for trouble. She would be there for Sam because whatever brought these two high ranking military officers to her home was not good.

"She'll be back in just a minute. Can I offer you gentlemen a drink?" Sam offered once Jules had walked away with the kids.

"No, thank you Braddock." Williams answered as he looked around. "You have a beautiful home here."

"Thank you sir. This house belonged to Jules before we got married. We did all the renovations ourselves. Well, Jules did most of it, I just came in when she started working on the drywall and painting." Sam smiled to himself as he remembered the day he went to work with blue paint on his ear. He had really enjoyed helping with the renovations.

Jules walked into the room a moment later and came to stand next to Sam.

"Gentlemen, please, have a seat." Jules offered gesturing to the seats in the living room. The Unit men sat but herself, Sam, Commander Baxter, and Major Copeland all remained standing.

"I am sorry to have to barge in to your evening, but I need to share some news with you all." Commander Baxter started to explain. "Once I saw you in the hospital, Braddock, I called General's Braddock and Baird and ordered them back to Toronto to be court marshaled on a long list of charges." He paused, noticing the looks that crossed both Braddock's and Baird's faces. "They were given forty eight hours to report to my office or I would have men drag them in. I got a call yesterday from Afghanistan. While the Generals were in transit their helo was shot down."

"Are they all right?" Cole asked worriedly as he watched the Commander.

"We don't know." Baxter answered. "We dispatched a Unit to the crash site and found the two pilots. They did not survive the crash. There was no sign of either of the Generals."

Sam stared at Baxter. He couldn't believe it. The General was being brought up on charges but had been shot down on his way to transportation back to Toronto. He was currently missing in action. He had hated the General for a very long time, however, as a soldier he was worried for the men.

"Have they been taken?" Sam asked simply. Baird's head shot up and their eyes met.

"Yes." Baxter answered simply.

The room descended into absolute silence. Baird stood and walked towards the kitchen, placing his hands on the edge of the island and leaning over as he tried to contain his emotions. His grip was so tight that his knuckles turned white. Jackson leaned over and put his head between his knees and laced his hands behind his head. Sam let his hand slip from where it had been resting around Jules' waist and turned away from the group. He moved to stand in front of the glass door to the back patio and pushed his hands deep into his pockets. Williams, Cole, and Adams watched the reactions of the three men. They were worried about what this news was doing to their friends.

Finally, after a long minute, Jackson stood and went to Baird. He carefully placed a hand on his friend's back and spoke softly to him. Jules moved to Sam and simply wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head in the middle of his back.

"Sam?" Jules asked softly after several moments.

"I hate that man so much." Sam knew that Jules would hear the emotion in his voice. He hadn't even tried to hide it. The General had made his life a living hell from the time his little sister had died. He had no reason to care for the man.

"But?" Jules knew that there was a 'but' at the end of that statement. She knew Sam too well, knew he wouldn't leave it at that.

"But no soldier deserves to be in enemy hands." Sam turned slightly and Jules came around to stand in front of him.

"Do we know who took them?" Williams finally asked.

"The followers of Abdul Akbar are claiming responsibility. They say that Akbar's oldest son is taking care of the prisoners." Copeland admitted. He knew that news would not be taken well, he just hoped the men would be able to hold it together. There were little children in the other room after all. The last thing needed was an explosive reaction.

Sam, Jackson, and Baird all turned to look at the Major at the same time.

"What?" Sam asked simply.

"Apparently he never showed in Toronto. We have been looking for him ever since and have had no luck...until now." Commander Baxter explained.

"What are we going to do about it? If he's Akbar's son then we need to get them out of there and fast!" Jackson stated as he took a few steps towards the officers. "If he learned his trade from Akbar then he is going to be brutal and no man, no matter what kind of man he is, deserves to spend time with him."

"We are working to find a Unit that can handle the mission." Copeland stated simply. "It's going to be a very difficult so we can't send in just anybody."

"Do we have any news on their location?" Williams finally asked after clearing his throat.

"We have intel on a possible location, but it's unverified." Copeland answered. He wished he had better news for this group but sadly he did not.

"Where?" Baird asked, his voice void of all emotion.

"The same compound where you were held." Commander Baxter answered. He saw the flash of emotion cross the young soldier's face and almost cringed. He hated bringing it up.

"Who are you sending in?" Cole questioned.

"I have my men looking into our options. I don't have a Unit close enough that is prepared for this mission." Copeland answered.

"Send us." Baird stated simply.

"Your Unit isn't ready to return to the field. Besides, you're down a man. We don't have time to find a replacement sniper." Copeland argued. He didn't like where this discussion was going.

"What if that wasn't an issue?" Sam asked quietly. Jules looked to him and their eyes met for a moment. Jules simply closed her eyes and nodded once before letting go of him.

"It doesn't matter. It is." Copeland answered.

"But what if it wasn't. What if Williams' Unit was complete with a sniper that was not only capable of handling the mission but knew the location intimately?" Sam asked as he stepped towards the rest of the group. The Unit was now all standing together.

"If, and I mean if Williams had a complete Unit then this Unit would be the one I send. They know the location, the way this group works, and is the best of the best." Copeland answered as he looked Sam in the eye. He had a feeling he knew where this was going and he hated that it had come down to this.

Sam met the eyes of each of the men in the room. He could see concern, disbelief, anger, and other emotions mirrored in their eyes. They each knew why he was asking and no one wanted to ask him to give up his new found freedom to find a man that had made his life miserable for so many years.

"When do we leave?" Williams asked after a moment. He had seen the determination in Braddock's eyes. He knew that no matter who the man was they didn't deserve to be in the hands of anyone as sinister as a man raised by Akbar. Braddock knew that. The man also knew that they were the best chance the Generals had of getting out of there.

"Are you absolutely sure Braddock?" Commander Baxter asked. "I need to know that you are doing this voluntarily. That you know the risks. No one is asking you to go."

"I'm sure Sir. Those men don't deserve to go through what we did. No one does. It's time we get them out." Sam stated.

"Very well then. Braddock you are authorized to accompany this Unit on one last mission." Baxter stated.

"One last mission." Sam repeated.

The words were echoed by ever member of Williams' Unit. Determined to finish this one last mission and bring Braddock home where he belongs, for good.

Akbar Terrorist Compound - Afghanistan

General Braddock leaned his head against the cold stone wall and looked to his right. Baird was lying down and cradling his right wrist. The man's wrist had been sprained, if not broken. He took a deep breath. He never would have imagined that he would be here, in the hands of the enemy. He was never out in the field anymore. He didn't deserve to be here either. If Commander Baxter hadn't ordered him and Baird back to Toronto then they wouldn't have been on the helo, wouldn't have been shot down, and wouldn't be here being tortured for information. As he took another deep breath he felt the ache in his chest. He had a feeling he had some cracked ribs already, and he'd only been through two rounds of torture with Akbar's oldest son.

Braddock had been surprised when he learned who had taken them. He had thought that Samuel's Unit had taken out the whole family. Apparently that mission in Rogue Park hadn't gone as good as he was told, Samuel let one get away. His son always had been a disappointment to him. Now he was even more so. He couldn't even take out all of the targets on a mission.

"Braddock." Baird said softly from where he lay shackled to the right of Braddock. "Are they coming for us?"

"Of course they're coming for us!" Braddock insisted as he looked around the cell that they were being held in. There was a third shackle to his left and he wondered just how many men had been held here in the past. He knew for a fact that someone had been held in this cell. The concrete below him was stained with their blood after all.

"When?" Baird asked, almost in a whine.

"It had better be soon or heads are going to roll." Braddock declared. They were Generals. They should be on the top of the priority list!

"How are you holding up? It looked like he was hitting you pretty hard with that pipe." Baird commented.

"Ribs are at least cracked. Makes breathing difficult but I don't think they broke anything." Braddock answered as he adjusted his position to try and find a more comfortable way to sit. "How about you?"

"I've never been shocked with electricity before." Baird answered softly. "The pain stays for a long time. It felt like lava was coursing through my veins."

"I'm just glad you didn't give up any intel." Braddock stated.

"Yeah, well I almost did. They almost broke me."

"You're stronger than that! No matter what they do to us we will not break! Do you understand me?" Braddock practically bellowed.

"Yeah, I hear ya." Baird closed his eyes and tried to focus on something other than the pain radiating through his body.

Not five minutes later the door to the large room that held their cell opened and Akbar Jr, as Braddock had resorted to calling him, walked in with a smirk on his face. His men came into the cell and drug Braddock out to the center of the room where they hung him from the roof with chains directly over the drain in the center of the floor. Hanging here put pressure on his already sore chest and he was about to say something to his tormentor when Akbar walked around him with a long, blood stained machete in his hands.

"My father gave me this machete before he left. He used it on his last prisoner. I wonder if you will be able to endure what that man did." Akbar sneered at the man. He knew exactly who hung before him and he relished in the fact that he was able to torture the father of the man that killed his own father. He was even using the same blade. Braddock was going to pay!

General Braddock screamed in pain as the blood stained blade of the machete slid at just the right angle between his ribs. This man knew what he was doing and Braddock knew that this was going to be long, drawn out, and extremely painful. As Akbar sliced into his chest and continued to stab him with the machete he asked questions on locations, number of soldiers, weapons, and many other things. Braddock did well, until Akbar slowly slid the blade into his side, stabbing him for the third time.

"Stop! Please stop." Braddock sobbed as his body was wracked with pain. He felt like he was going to vomit from the pain. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

AN: Well, what do you think? Would love to see a review with your thoughts!