A.N.: I know this one is very, very short – but it's the only one that short in the whole story.
So, don't worry! Please RR.

Chapter 20:

Holding his gun at aiming position, Jack quietly and cautiously opened the door to the barrack. He hesitated and listened intensively. He could hear someone breathe heavily. He was alarmed, but he didn't hear anything else. He gave a signal to Martin to secure him and entered the hall. He listened again and even with more intensity now, but he still didn't hear anything else, but the harsh breathing.

Martin stepped behind him right at that moment, his gun in aiming position too. Jack signaled him to secure the rooms up the hall, while he turned to the opposite direction. He moved slowly and cautious – as silent as possible. He slowly opened the door to the dining-room. The breathing got louder, but there was nobody in the dining-room. The room was empty. He stepped back into the hall and looked into the direction Martin had gone to. He just stepped back to the hall and rose his thumb to signal Jack – the rooms up the hall were clear.

Jack signaled Martin to follow him and turned to the last room of the house. The door wasn't closed but only abutted. He reached out an arm and went for the door handle, slowly and very cautious he opened the door.

The first thing he saw was blood – a puddle of blood. The next thing he realized was, that there was somebody lying behind the door on the floor. He could see the legs – one sprawled, the other one angled. He turned around the door and aimed at the person lying behind it. It was a man unmoving and his eyes closed. He was bleeding from a wound near his hip, bleeding heavily. It was Brooks. Martin stepped into the room behind Jack, turning to the other part of the room.

"Jack!"

He said soundlessly. By his words Jack turned around to him, away from Brooks lying on the ground. He lowered his gun after he was looking into Martin's direction.

They had found Danny...

TBC