Six's POV

Almost five years had passed since rex disappeared. There were no leads to where he might have gone after the first year. It was as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

In the time that had passed cases of Evos showing up were still rising steadily but a new team had appeared. Van Kleiss's people were taking in Evos mindless or not. Knight thought that they were preparing for war.

Six wasn't so sure. If that were the case they would fight Providence over the Evo. It would end up being a race to see who could get to the scene first. Then a battle with casualties on both sides.

Instead, if Providence showed up then Van Kleiss's group would leave. Whether or not they had the Evo was of no consequence it seemed. They just couldn't understand what his end game was.

To make matters worse without Rex Knight had taken to using his suit more often. Six, Holiday, and Noah who quickly rose through the ranks in Providence were a team. While Calan and Knight with the regular soldiers were another. They were supposed to be on the same side but neither team could agree on a method.

This left Providence standing divided and weak. To make matters worse while on a mission in southeastern Asia Knight had been kidnapped. So far they had no idea who did it or why.

Six and his team were already heading to where Knight's drop sight was. Why the man was out in the middle of a jungle he didnt know or want to know. That man had the strangest habit of turning up where he didnt belong. Six warned him one day it would get him killed. The man didnt listen. Now he had to clean up the other's mess.

From the intelligence, Calan had gathered there were several CIA black ops groups camped in the area. If anyone would know the forest and how best to find Knight it would be them. Getting the CIA to cooperate on the other hand would be a challenge.

The CIA and Providence had a strained relationship. The intelligence agency did not agree with killing Evos. Or imprisoning them for that matter. They believed along the same lines as Van Kleiss but to a lesser extent. Evos should have their own place since the cure is gone.

Six shook his head at the thought. The ones that kept their minds that might be fine for but the ones that didnt. They were the ones that should be kept away from people who had yet to change. Something the two sides would never agree on.

Noah inquired breaking Six from his thoughts, "Do we know anything about this group? The CIA didnt put much in the file they decided to share with us."

"I've worked with a few of the Century Teams before," came an answer from Calan, "Every single team is different. You never know what you'll be working with when it comes to them. Some are more psychotic than a rampaging Evo. While others are calmer and more organized. I do know that 8 and 9 are the worst that I have worked with. 3 wasnt too bad but I heard they got wiped out in a raid last summer."

So it would be luck of the draw on what they would be dealing with. He made a note to absolutely be sure that they avoided the two mentioned teams. They had enough to worry about without adding psychopaths to the mix.

A voice came over the speaker, "Agents we will be landing in five. You need to be ready to get off as soon as we land. Sticking around in this area is dangerous. When you're ready for pickup activate your homing beacon."

Unlike what it usually was there would only be himself, Noah, Holiday, Bobo, and Calan. The rest of their agents would be on standby but that was several hours out. If the worst-case scenario happened it would be a secondary squad who finished the mission.

When the plane landed they filed out onto the jungle floor. The air was hot and sticky as if it had just rained. Above them, the sky was as clear as could be. Not a single cloud in it.

The clearing itself wasnt anything special. There weren't any signs that humans were in the area. According to their information though the CIA's main camp was a mile and a half to the south. It was where they were to get a briefing on any new information picked up about Knight. Team camps were scattered about from that point. If they could get a team to agree to help them it would make things a lot easier.

Six ordered coolly, "Let's move out. We have a mile and a half of jungle to cover."

It took far longer than expected to reach the main camp. Even with Six leading the way it took almost four hours. Night would be falling soon and it meant one more day of Knight being captured.

Knight being in his specially designed suit could only last for so long. The pure air that was nanite free would only past four more days after this. Otherwise, it would be forced to go off the air around him. There was no telling how Knight's body would react to the influx of new nanites. The chance that he could go full Evo was high.

When they arrived at the main camp they were immediately squirreled away to the command tent. All eyes were on them as this happened. Mistrust eyes tinged with grey. The eyes of killers.

Noah asked sounding slightly unsure, "What is with their eyes? I have never seen grey like that before."

"It's killer's grey," explained Six, "Its not something that is seen very often anymore. When you do see it, it is best to stay away from them. They are unpredictable and tend to listen to only their own broken minds."

A man greeted them as they walked in, "You must be White Knight's elite come in. I have the information you have requested in folders. You can call me Conklin I am one of the main leaders here. Unfortunately, Abbott is dealing with one of our unpredictable teams who decided to go off on their own. He should return shortly."

Conklin was a short man standing just over five feet tall. Like the other's they had seen he had grey in his hazel eyes though not nearly as prevalent. The way he held himself showed that he knew what it meant to be a soldier. This was at the very least someone sane they could talk to.

The files were well made and ordered. There was basic information on White Knight himself and who took him. A compound was half a day's travel through the jungle that was holding White Knight. If they took a copter it would be less time though they would still have to get back to the clearing.

The compound had been used off and on by the other side for a while. Currently, it was being used by a northern faction. The faction had been a handful to Century Team 12. By the reports Team, 12 was always fighting against one group or another. They had the highest kill could but at the same time lowest friendly casualties. Whoever led them was a genius by their own rights.

Conklin began once they were all done, "This business with White Knight has come at a bad time. Several teams are currently in quarantine for a disease outbreak. No, you will not be privy to which one. All you need to know is to stay away from their camps. Three teams currently are not being quarantined. One is led by Captain Gordon Webb callsign Almanac. This time is an intelligence outfit that isn't fit for combat. The second is Team 9 and I'm sure you've heard about them from your man."

Intelligence and psychopaths, not much of a choice there. Both would be a liability in battle.

Six questioned carefully, "Who would be the third option?"

Conklin looked like he swallowed a lemon as he answered, "Would be Team 12. If you choose them they will be unlike anyone you have ever worked with before. Most teams are comprised of 14 or more men. This group refuses to have any more than seven. Their leader is called Delta and by himself, he is more dangerous than the other six combined. His second in command Echo keeps him in check for the most part. Though I would not recommend spooking him in any way."

The Providence agents shared concerned looks. This sounded like someone who could get the job done. At the same, it would be someone who would not hesitate to kill them if they got in his way. Why was this person a leader if their mind was so far gone?

Conklin continued, "Despite this, if you want the highest chance for success, I would go with 12. In less than four years they have gone from the bottom of the rankings. To be known for never failing a mission. For them, it's either come back successful or don't come back at all."

Between the two teams that could actually get the job done there was only one choice. They had to choose Team 12.

Rex's POV

Blood filled his mouth as he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He had been sleeping in a hammock that they set up outside of his tent. Given that he ensured his tent was in the middle of camp he didnt want the others to know about his nightmares.

Century Team 12 was supposed to be the best of the Medusan black ops. On the outside, they were exactly that. The best. In the security of their own camp, each of them battled with demons.

Rex or Delta as he had been called for the last four years. His demons were darker than most. Two years that was the time frame he was supposed to be an intelligence officer. Currently, he was in his fourth year. Not completely by choice either.

During his first assignment as an intelligence officer, he was sent way down south. There had been a girl with black hair and the brightest blue eyes. He had crushes before namely Cerci but nothing compared to Anna.

His assignment was three months in the gathering as much as information as he could about the drug traders. It was supposed to be an easy first assignment. Gather information and report back.

Anna made it more complicated as he fell in love. Somehow though the drug traders had found out about them. One night they were captured together. Rex could only fight so many off without using his nanites. Eventually, he was knocked out and taken to their many hideouts.

Rex was not harmed for information about who he worked for. Instead, he was forced to watch for days as Anna was tortured in front of him. As a low ranking intelligence officer, he didnt have the information they wanted. He couldn't tell them even if he wanted to. In turn, he had to watch the first person who loved him to be tortured and eventually killed.

A few days after they started on him he was rescued by a Medusan team. By that point, he had nothing but hatred for the world around him and no outlet for it. It was what made Conklin agree to allow him into Medusa at barely sixteen.

Now he was twenty and could barely remember what it was like to live away from war and pain. The others had family they could return to when the program disbanded. He didnt have anything.

The Webb family said they would accept him but he had his doubts. His mind was torn to shreds and at this rate, there will be nothing left of the boy he once was. No one would want someone so broken after this. That was a fact he was slowly beginning to accept.

Sighing he pushed the depressing thoughts from his mind. Rex sat up and carefully slipped out of the hammock. He vividly remembered the first time he tried to get out of one and face planted in the dirt. That was not an experience he'd like to repeat.

Rex's plain white undershirt sticks to him like glue as he tries to change it for a clean one. It had been three days since they last went out on "patrol". The scolding he got from Abbott early was worth the trouble for taking down an enemy camp. Their enemies were getting too close for comfort. That was why his team moved without orders.

Medusans weren't like other operations. They didnt have guidelines to follow. If they screwed up there wasnt someone coming to save them. All the could count on was their team. That was it. If they didnt have their team they would be dead within days.

As he pulled on his clean shirt loud footsteps approached. Turning he found Echo waiting to be acknowledged. Internally Rex sighed. Echo had to be former military. The man acted way too formal around him. Despite their age difference Delta and Echo were like brothers. It was rare to see one without the other.

Rex asked shifting into Delta's mindset, "What is it, Echo?"

"Conklin is coming and he's bringing Providence with him."

Well shit. What the hell did they want?