AN: my contribution to FebuWhump 2021. I don't know how many prompts I'll actually get to, but I already know majority of them will be centered around Brock and Trent #myfavs. Hope you enjoy and stay safe.
Summary: Brock and Clay are put in the center of attention in ways no one likes.
1: (Mind Control) Alt: Hostage Situation - Brock and Clay
"How're we lookin', Ray?" Jason asked. It took a few seconds before a voice cracked through the comms system. He steeled himself for the worse.
"I have eyes on, boss," Ray said. "It ain't good."
Bravo had been tasked with gathering intel on a small village, a mission that they could easily complete in their sleep, with their hands tied behind their backs. Alas, no one informed them about the risk of running into a local guerilla army that may or may not patrol the area. Which is how the two youngest members of the team got jumped and abducted while they searched a small hut near the back.
Jason watched the situation on the ground continue to evolve. "Status?"
From his position atop a hill, easily hidden in the thick brush, he could see his captive brothers with his NODs, but he could hardly tell what their current state of being was. He sent Ray up high to get a better read on the situation as he formulated a plan of rescue.
Jason could see Brock and Clay down in the small valley below them, bound tightly with thick ropes around their wrists which were positioned behind their backs. They were on their knees in the middle of the camp, stripped of their gear. The guerrilla army paced circles around them.
"Far as I can tell, cuts and bruises are the worst of it," replied Ray. "But I don't like the way those guys are stroking their triggers."
"Copy. Hold your position,"
Jason clocked eight gruella fighters in the middle area of the camp, plus one that was manning a large truck near the entrance. Between him and the rest of the team, they were all excellent shots, but taking the tangos down without hitting their brothers was where the real problem was. He looked at the fighters positions, watched their patterns and noted the distance Bravo had to cover. The variables were high, and the chances Brock and Clay would be hit increased the more the leader with the AK-47 placed and removed his left index finger from the trigger.
Without warning, the aforementioned leader pulled back his weapon and brought the butt of the gun down against the side of Clay's head. Brock lurched forward as much as he could, but another guard kicked him down and kicked him in his back a few times before the leader made him stop. Both men were prone on the ground as the group of tangos around them slowly grew. One drew a long hunting blade from his waistband and twisted it in his hand.
"Shit. Ray," asked Jason. "Any two for one specials?"
While Bravo One would have liked an answer right away, seeing as they were running out of time, he waited those long seconds until Ray replied.
"A-firm."
"Copy. Call your shots," said Jason. He didn't have to look at Sonny and Metal on his right or Trent on his left as the men readied their rifles. "On my mark,"
The SEALs all called the men they were aiming for and waited for Jason to give them the signal.
"Execute, execute, execute,"
Soon, the sound of suppressed shots echoed through the air. The tangos dropped before they knew what hit them and before they could react. The one closest to Brock and Clay crumbled quickly, but he did not go as easily as the others. He coughed, spit up blood on the ground in front of him, but he managed to find the strength to aim the weapon he could barely hold at the bound SEALs.
Another shot tore through his head before he could pull the trigger as Jason made sure he did not get any further than that.
"Trent, you're up," he said after the others all confirmed their own kills. Then Hayes turned toward Sonny and Metal. "Search 'em, gather phones, maps, docs, all of it. There are people who'll want to know more about this group."
"That is if we didn't get 'em all here," said Sonny as he cut his brother's binds. "Hey, Bam-Bam. Broccoli,"
Jason did not miss the glares the two injured SEALs sent Sonny's way. "How are they, Trent?"
Bravo Four replied, "Cuts and bruises, the both of them. Clay may have a mild con-"
"Emphasis on mild, boss," Clay interjected with a smile.
"A mild concussion. Brock's got some nasty bruising on his back already, but I can't be sure about anything there without running more tests." finished their medic.
"They good to move?" Jason asked Trent, but he looked at Brock and Clay. Others would not likely believe that they were only held hostage for less than an hour, but that small army did not waste any time work the SEALs over once they realized they had American soldiers (Clay and Brock both bit their tongues to keep from correcting the leader that they were sailors) in their grasp.
"Carefully, but yeah. They're good to go,"
"Copy," said Jason. "Ray, meet us at exfil. HAVOC, we pass King. Jackpot, jackpot."
"Can we draw straws as to who's gonna get kidnapped next time?" Clay mumbled as he was led out of the camp and toward exfil. "Cuz… I don't wanna be it. Brock can be it,"
Brock huffed, "No."
Bravo couldn't help but share a laugh at the comments from their kids. But little did the youngest members know, the five most senior members of the team were already thinking of ways to ensure Brock and Clay did not wind up in the middle of Trouble Central again.
Or at least, lessen the chances of it happening again.