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"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."

Chapter 37 - Like Father, Like Son?

Military Transport Jet - Undisclosed Airspace

"You think they're still alive?"Baird asked as the transport jet rocketed towards their destination.

"Yes." Sam answered simply as he looked to where Baird sat with his head leaning against the side of the plane with his eyes closed. "They're Generals. They know too much to not be kept alive for information."

"Do you think we'll get to them in time?" Baird opened his eyes and turned to meet Sam's eyes.

"Yes!" Williams answered with conviction as he sat next to his men. He knew that Braddock and Baird were worried about their fathers, even if those men treated them badly. "We will get there in time. I will not allow you to think any other way."

"I'm sure the compound will be more heavily armed this time around." Cole commented as he joined the men.

"Yeah, there's no way they'll let us just walk in there like we did last time." Adams commented.

"Well, I mean, we did have to use a little bit of persuasion to get them to let us in." Cole chuckled. His version of a little persuasion was a few well placed shots from his weapon.

"Yeah, well, we had better come up with a plan of attack if we're going to get them out in one piece." Sam commented as he looked at the Unit, the family, that was gathered around them.

"So let's start with how we're getting there." Jackson suggested.

"We're going to do a HALO jump into a field about five clicks from the compound." Williams informed them. "We will then hike the remaining distance to our target. Once we get close Braddock will take up a sniper position and feed us intel while we move in. We'll try to get in undetected, however I don' t think it will be easy. Braddock, you're going to have to be quick and deadly on that trigger."

"Not a problem." Sam stated simply.

"He's not called Deadshot for nothing." Adams smirked.

"How long after wheels down do we leave?" Cole asked.

"We aren't landing. We're jumping from here. Our parachutes are in the back of the plane with all our other gear." Williams answered as he smiled at his men. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. Means we can get them out of there sooner." Baird answered for all the men.

"Let's get our inventory done and our packs ready. Then I want you all to get some shut eye before we jump." Williams instructed.

The Unit set about getting their gear ready. Sam easily found his sniper equipment among the rest and started pulling everything out to see what he had, and repacking it according to his preferences. Once that was done he pulled his rifle out and disassembled it in order to give it a thorough clean. He was thankful Major Copeland had been able to send the rifle he had used in Afghanistan over the last year. He had this weapon memorized down to the last scratch so using it again would be a piece of cake. He had only used it a few days prior after all.

An hour later all the men except for Sam and Baird were sleeping.

"What's keeping you awake Baird?" Sam asked as he finished packing his rifle away.

"I can't help but wonder what that man is doing to them. We both know what Akbar was capable of. Do you think they're able to keep from spilling any valuable intel?" Baird asked as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know Baird, but I sure hope so." Sam sat and mirrored the younger man's position. "You and I both know that it's not easy, but, both General's know that thousands of lives rest on their shoulders. If they share intel then a lot of men's lives are in danger. Which is why we need to get them out of there as quickly as we can."

"I don't even know why I care. That man is such a bastard." Baird rubbed his hands over his head as he sighed.

"I know what you mean. Ever since I was nine the General blamed everything bad on me." Sam opened up and explained. "I'm sure you've figured out by now that he left some marks on me. Once my sister died I was the subject of his anger and when he was mad he got abusive. I shouldn't care for him, and I can't really say that I actually do. I more care about the fact that a fellow soldier is in the hands of a known terrorist, one that was taught the art of torture from one of the worst men I've ever come across. I can't help but want to rescue him from that, despite how horrible of a father he is."

Sam placed a hand on Baird's shoulder.

"Everything will work out. Have faith in the Unit. We'll get them out." Sam then rose and moved back to where his gear was stowed, checking one last time to make sure he had everything he need squared away before they jumped. Once that was accomplished he sat down with a picture of his family, all of them. He was almost home free, he just needed to complete this one last mission first.

Military Transport Jet - Undisclosed Airspace

"Two minutes to jump!" Williams called as he exited the cockpit. It had been a long flight but his men had gotten some rest and were now ready to go.

"You ready for this Braddock?" Cole asked as he checked Braddock's parachute.

"Let's do this." Sam answered as he tightened the straps on his pack, ensuring all his gear was strapped on good enough that it wouldn't jar loose in the jump.

Williams walked through and did one last check of his men, ensuring that all were good to go. This was an important mission, he couldn't afford any injuries due to carelessness on the jump.

"Sixty seconds to jump." One of the four crew members called.

Williams motioned for them all to put on their oxygen masks for the jump and line up. Moments later the cargo bay door started to open and they could see beautiful blue sky out the back of the plane. The lights on the side of the plane came on and switched from red to yellow. Sam took a deep breath and waited for the light to turn green and give the all clear to jump. He was ready to get this mission started.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The men all ran forward and jumped out the back of the plane. As they hurtled towards the ground Sam made minor course corrections to ensure he would end up in the right location. In the distance he could see the compound where they were headed, where the General's were being held, where he had been tortured for months. He blinked rapidly before looking to his altimeter that he wore like a watch. A few more seconds and he could pull his chute.

Minutes later all the men were on the ground and pulling in their parachutes in order to hide them before they continued on their mission. Once that was accomplished they all re positioned their packs for the hike to the compound.

"Alright men, gather round." Williams took a knee and spread a map out on the ground before him.

"What are we looking at Batman?" Sam asked as he knelt next to his commanding officer and friend.

"This is where we're at." Williams pointed to their position on the map. "And this is where we are headed. It's five klicks away."

Sam leaned in a bit closer to the map and looked and the terrain surrounding the compound.

"I'll take up position here." Sam pointed to a place on the map.

"Figured you'd pick there." Cole smirked as he looked at his friend.

Sam looked up and met Cole's eyes questioningly.

"That's where The Legend chose to make his perch." Williams answered with a glance between his men.

Sam smiled. He had been surprised when he found out that Chris Kyle, aka The Legend, had assisted with his rescue. He had always like that man. He would make sure he gave the man a real 'Thank You' when he got back home since he hadn't been able to the last time they spoke.

Williams picked up the map and returned it to his pocket before retrieving his weapon.

"Come on, let's move out." Williams instructed.

The Unit moved quickly and silently towards the compound. They made good time and pulled up twenty minutes later.

"Okay men, we have two Generals being held by the son of a known terrorist. He will be guarding our men well and expecting us to come for them. Keep your weapons ready, be swift but silent, and keep your head on a swivel." Williams addressed his men one last time before they moved in.

"I'll be in overwatch position." Sam stated after taking a quick sip of water from his canteen. "I've got your backs so don't worry. Just move fast and silent."

"We suspect they are holding the General's in the same location that they used last time. We'll check there first before clearing the rest of the compound." Williams explained. "Baird, they will probably need immediate medical attention. As soon as the packages are spotted you are to head directly to their location."

"Roger." Baird acknowledged the order before doing one last check of his medical supplies.

"Call signs only from here on out. Deadshot, go on to your perch. We'll move up to within sight of the compound and await your call." Batman instructed.

Sam simply nodded before turning and taking off at a jog in the direction of his perch. The rest of the Unit headed towards the perimeter of the compound where they would wait for Braddock to be in position before moving forward.

As Sam approached his sniper perch he realized just how good of a spot this was. He could clearly see the compound from here, but they wouldn't easily see him. He quickly set his gear down and put on his ghillie suit. Then he placed his rifle in position and arranged his extra ammo within easy reach. Once everything was in position he lay down behind his rifle and settled in. He took a deep breath as he put his eye to the scope and did a quick scan of the compound. It looked so much different from way up here.

"Deadshot in position." Sam called in as he scanned the buildings below, counting hostiles as he went. "I see at least thirty hostiles on the premises."

"Roger. Justice League in position. Awaiting all clear." Batman replied. They were watching the compound closely from their position as well, waiting for the perfect opportunity to go in.

"Two men passing your position in thirty seconds. Silent take down optimal." Sam reported. The two men he was watching would soon pass out of sight of the rest of the compound, and within easy striking distance of the Unit. They could easily take them out which would give them the access they need to move into the compound.

The next several minutes went much the same way. Sam would watch the hostiles, and his Unit, and instruct them when and where to strike or take cover. The Unit followed his instructions without hesitation or argument. They all knew that Braddock had the best line of sight and had their backs. They all trusted him with their lives, had so on many occasions.

As the Unit was holding, awaiting a clear path to the building they expected the Generals to be held in Sam took a moment to search the building through his scope. There was only one window that he could see through, and that window gave him a line of sight to only a door. He was about to move his scope away and back to the Unit when the door opened and he could see inside. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw inside the room.

"Batman, I have the packages in sight. Location confirmed...holding cell. Threat imminent. Hold position until cleared." Sam communicated to the Unit. He knew they would balk at being told to hold for now, but he had to take out a few targets first. He didn't have time to wait for the Unit to get to the holding cells.

"Roger." Williams replied. He knew his sniper saw something that they didn't and trusted Braddock to give them the all clear to move when it was time.

Sam drew in a slow breath as he sighted his target. He had hoped the Unit would have had time to get to Generals before he had to fire, however it didn't look like that was going to be the case. He watched through his scope. General Braddock was hanging from the familiar place in the center of the room, his back to the window. Sam could see General Baird in the holding cell just beyond, clearly cuffed to the floor just as he, Jackson, and Baird had been before. What had concerned him though was the whip that one of the terrorists was holding in his hand. He waited, patiently. His eye never left the scope as he watched the two terrorists in the room converse. He was going to make this shot count.

Inside Terrorist Compound - Afghanistan

General Braddock took a shaky breath. He had hoped that giving one good and one bad piece of intel would give him a reprieve from the pain, and it had, for a short time. However, only thirty minutes after he gave the info to the terrorists torturing him the man returned, strung him up in the center of the room again, and then sent for a colleague. The man had just returned, leaving the door to the cell open for anyone passing by to see him hanging there.

"We are looking to see if the information you have given us is correct. If it is not you will die slowly, and very painfully. But, until then, we are going to see if you can take the whip as well as your son." Akbar said with a wicked grin.

"My son?" Braddock asked, shocked, as he turned to look at the man who had been torturing him.

Akbar simply sneered at him before turning to the man that had just entered the room, speaking softly as the whip dangled from his hand. Braddock just watched them, reviewing everything that his captor had said and done the last several days. Could this possibly be where Samuel was held captive? Did he actually endure the same grueling torture and pain? Braddock thought to himself.

He was quickly brought from his own thoughts as the sound of a bullet passing through glass reached his ears. He looked up, wide eyed, as the two men who had just been standing next to him crumpled to the ground. They had both been killed with a shot to the head, from a single bullet. Braddock looked up and met Baird's eyes.

"Is our way out finally here?" Baird asked as he pulled himself to a sitting position.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough." Braddock answered. He was still organizing his thoughts, coming to terms with the fact that this was where Samuel had been held and tortured for six months. From the sounds of it his son had withstood all manner of torture used on him. Maybe Samuel Braddock wasn't as much of a screw up as he thought.

Terrorist Compound - Afghanistan

Williams' and Cole's eyes met at the sound of the rifle fire. They knew Braddock wouldn't have fired unless there had been a reason. The Unit remained under cover as their sniper took out another handful of targets. All wanted to get out there and help, but they also knew that Braddock would tell them when to move. They waited, just not very patiently.

"Justice League, cleared to move. Be advised four targets one hundred yards to the west." Sam called out as he carefully scanned the compound.

Sam had been able to take out the two men in the holding cell room where the Generals were with one careful shot through the window in the hall. He had then had to eliminate six more targets that had appeared around the building. All were watching closely so there was no way the Unit would have been able to take them out without getting injured themselves. He knew that if he had to fire many more times someone would find his perch, but, it was a risk he was willing to take at this point if it meant everyone got out of there alive.

The Unit moved towards the building where the holding cell was, taking out targets as they went. They listened carefully to Braddock. They knew to trust him in everything when he was providing overwatch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Williams they entered the building and followed the now familiar hallway to where they knew the holding cells were.

Cole kept a close eye on Baird and Jackson. He wasn't sure what being back in this place would do to them after being held and tortured here for so long. He hoped that they had would be able to keep the memories at bay and focus on the mission. Thankfully it seemed like they were doing well so far. As they approached the shattered window across from the holding cell he took a deep breath. Now he just had to keep his own memories of finding his friends battered and bleeding at bay and rescue the Generals.

"Proceed with caution. Two hostiles have been eliminated but I can't see the whole room so I don't know if anyone else is in there. General Braddock is hanging from the center of the room and General Baird is in the cell." Sam reported as he continued to watch for hostiles entering the building.

"Copy. Moving in." Williams made sure to let Braddock know they were about to be in his line of sight. He knew Braddock was good, but he didn't want the sniper to react to the sight of someone in his scope and accidental fire.

Williams and Baird were the first two to enter the room. Cole followed directly behind while Jackson and Adams took up positions just outside the door to provide cover. As much as Sam wanted to keep an eye on what was going on in that room he had to keep his eyes on the rest of the compound and the slow trickle of men that were coming out of hiding. He picked off the ones that got too close to the building with the holding cell. He knew the Unit would need time to get the Generals ready to move.

General Braddock looked up when three men entered the room. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar face of Williams, call sign Batman.

"Batman, it's good to see you." Braddock said with all sincerity.

"We'll get you down in just a moment sir." Williams stated as he took quick inventory of the room and the men in it. "Atom, see to General Baird while Flash and I get General Braddock down."

"Roger." Baird immediately went through the door to the cell that had been left open and knelt down next to his father, pulling his med kit out while he did so. "Sir, can you tell me your injuries?"

"Batman, I need to ask you a question." Braddock watched the man as he and Adams set about finding the best way to get him down.

"Sir?" Williams glanced to Braddock as he grabbed the chain that would lower the man to the floor.

"Is this where Samuel was held captive? Tortured?" Braddock asked, the exhaustion and pain clearly evident in his voice.

"Sir, I'll answer any and all questions you have once I get you down." Williams said. He then started to slowly lower General Braddock to the ground as Adams took a hold of him and helped him lay on the floor.

"Atom?" Williams called to his medic once he had General Braddock down.

"Almost done here sir. Several bruised ribs, two broken. Multiple lacerations and bruises. He can walk out of here." Baird reported. He had completely ignored the glare that his father gave him at his words. He knew the man still hated him, he didn't care. He was here on a mission, the rest could be dealt with later.

"Roger." Williams knelt down on one knee next to General Braddock and began to assess his injuries. "Sorry about the delay sir. What questions did you have for me?"

"Is this where Samuel was held captive?" Braddock asked quietly.

"Yes. He, Atom, and Flash were held in the same cell you were." Williams answered honestly. He recognized a change in the General now as he talked about his son. Something had happened during his time here to change the General's opinion on the younger Braddock.

"He was...whipped? Stabbed?" Braddock had to know. The comments that Akbar had made about the mans blood that stained the blade he used flashed back in his mind and he winced at the memory of that blade slicing into him. He was so focused on his thoughts, on Williams' answers, that he didn't notice when the medic began tending to his current injuries.

"Yes. Your son's blood stains these walls, the floor just there." Williams pointed to the center of the holding cell not knowing that it was the same place the General had been during his time here.

General Braddock turned his gaze to where he been shackled in the cell. He only saw the dark stain of blood on the ground where he had lain. He remembered the white hot flash of pain as Akbar had inserted the same blade that had been used on Samuel into his chest, the feel of fire coursing through his veins as he had been shocked.

"General, I'm sorry to do this but I have to ask. Did they get any intel?" Williams asked. He had seen the faraway look in Braddock's eyes and wondered what was going through the man's head.

"Um...yes. Just two pieces of info. Was one true, one was not." Braddock answered. "You need to call Unit three and have them break camp, immediately."

Williams looked up and met Adam's eyes. The man immediately turned to the radio to make the necessary call. All the men were irate that the General had given away information. Even if it was about the one Unit that was the furthest from this compound, the one who was due to change camp soon anyway. The man should have known better than to compromise the Unit, any Unit.

"At least your son had the balls to keep his mouth shut." Williams said quietly to the General, earning him a look of surprise in return. "That's right. Even after being held for six months, being tortured daily, your son didn't say a word. He kept all the intel that he knew to himself knowing just how many lives would be in danger if he spoke."

After a moment of silence, lost in his own thoughts, Braddock heard the report of a sniper rifle.

"Roger Deadshot. We are moving out momentarily. We'll meet up at the rendezvous point."

Braddock heard Williams speaking into his radio and realized that Samuel was there, he recognized the call sign. Samuel was the sniper that had taken out two terrorist with one shot made through a glass window. The full scope of Samuel's abilities hit him full force.

Braddock swallowed hard. He hadn't known. He had never known just what kind of a man his son was, what kind of ability he had. But now he knew. Samuel was nothing like him. Samuel was a strong, dedicated, honest, hard working, intelligent, and brave man. This was one time where the phrase 'Like Father, Like Son' did not apply.

Samuel was a much better man than he ever was.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Would love to see your thoughts in a review :)