Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for… well, all the ones I made up… sue me and DIE! Ha, just kidding. I don't have any money, so there's really no point….

Author's Note: I know I haven't updated this in a couple of *cough* years, but a recent review by "rhnsz" made me decide to update it finally! Thank you so much for reviewing because I had honestly given up on it… I know there are probably a lot of typos, but… what can you do? So, to those of you who haven't given up on it, here's more…

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Another ten hours later, they stepped off the plane into Chile.

"Don't get distracted now, guys. Our connecting flight departs in ten minutes and it's at the other end of the airport."

The eight marines ran as hard as they could and got to their destination just in time.

The plane was only a ten-seater and they were the only ones booked on the flight.

"No wonder. If a group of scientists and a cruiser disappeared off the coast, would you want to visit? I don't think so!" Princeton said with a laugh.

They got on the plane and spent another hour talking with the marine beside them. Mother took the opportunity to continue her conversation with Schofield.

"So, Scarecrow…"

Schofield turned and looked at Mother through his anti-flash glasses. "You're not going to try and continue this conversation, are you?"

"Seriously, I want to know! What made you choose me for your unit?"

Schofield sighed. "To be honest, I didn't choose you. Sergeant Major Kozlowski did." When he saw the look that crossed Mother's face, he added, "But as soon as I saw your file, I knew you'd be a great addition."

Mother beamed. "Thanks, Scarecrow."

There was a pause and Schofield looked back down at the newspaper he had been reading. "So Scarecrow…"

He turned again, agitated. "Yes?"

"What made you choose Gant for your unit? And don't say it's because old Chucky boy did it 'cause I know you chose her yourself."

He stared off into space for a few moments, then replied. "Give it up, Mother."

She nudged him in the ribs. "Come on, Scarecrow. It's not like it's confidential or anything… Is it?"

"No, I just chose her because… I read over her file and she looked good." He stumbled over the words. "That is… I mean she looked good on paper. Hey do you want to pass me those files over there? There's a report from one of the scientists that went missing."

Mother sighed at the abrupt change in subject and wondered whether Schofield would ever come to terms with his feelings for Gant.

RATATATATATATA

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Curry groaned. They were going over the weapons and Princeton had picked up an MP-5SD submachine gun. "Put on the fucking silencer!" He screamed over the noise.

"Sorry." She squeaked after the clip went dry.

Schofield grabbed Curry by the collar and dragged him into the tiny building on the coast. He shoved him against the wall and narrowed his eyes. "You're new, so I'll go a bit easier on you this time. In my unit, we treat each other with respect, you got it?"

Curry nodded and Schofield looked back outside and saw a truck approaching.

"What the fuck?"

They were in the middle of nowhere on the coast of Chile, about ten miles from any town. It had only been two days since they had arrived and they had been pretty quiet.

"Who in God's name is that?"

Schofield went to the door of the building and threw it open just as the truck came to a stop. He ran up to the driver's side. "Hey, this is a restricted area, you can't come in here!"

The driver, a small Chilean, got out and spoke. "Lo siento, señor. But the American Embassy has told us that you needed a car, so here it is."

Schofield glanced at the truck. "Oh. Sorry. Thank you." He turned and spoke quickly to Mother and Rebound. "Drive with Princeton and Lowe to the town to take this guy back. Can you also pick up some food? We're running a bit low. And don't get crap, Rebound, because I know you will." Rebound rolled his eyes as Schofield handed them a wad of bills and sent them on their way.

"Hare, Ruger, continue checking the weapons. We don't want to be caught with our guard down." He turned around and went back into the building.

Less than an hour later, a car came rumbling down the dirt road. It stopped outside the building and Schofield went to the open door. "Excuse me, can I help you? He leaned on the doorframe, but straightened up when he saw who stepped out.

"I sure hope you can help me. Where's the nearest McDonald's?" Gant said as she got out of the car.

"Fox! Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow?"

Schofield ran over to the car and grabbed her bag for her. She shrugged.

"I got cleared early and I was itching to get out here, so… I came."

Schofield gestured towards the small building and they walked towards it.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you earlier. Trent joined us. He's inside."

"That's great! So we have… nine people now? That should be more than enough."

Schofield nodded. "Come on, we'll get you settled."

Curry and Hare watched as the two disappeared into the small building.

"It looks like our team is finally complete." Hare said as he looked down the barrel of an M-16E assault rifle. He looked over the sights, trigger and silencer to make sure they hadn't been broken or tampered with.

Curry glanced back at the building and saw Gant, Hawk and Schofield walk out.

"How are the weapons checking out?" Schofield asked as he approached with the others.

"Great, sir. We had one problem with one of the MP-5's. The trigger was jammed." Hare replied, holding up the defective pistol.

Schofield looked at it for a few seconds, then handed it back to Hare. "You fixed it?"

"Yes, sir. Just call me Hare the Handyman." Hare replied as he put the pistol back with the others.

Schofield chuckled, then turned to Gant and Hawk. "Fox, Hawk, I'm assigning you to test the diving gear. You know, calibrate the depth gauges, test the air mix, etc."

Gant rolled her eyes. "How come I'm always testing the diving gear?"

Schofield grinned and showed the two of them where the diving gear was. "Oh come on, Fox. You know you love it!" He walked back to the building, laughing to himself.

"So how deep of a dive do you expect this to be, sir?" Gant asked when Schofield rejoined them after informing Riggs that she had arrived.

"Three hours max. The scientists reports state that their emergency dives are two and a half, so we should have some air left over."

"Emergency dives?" Curry asked from a few feet away, fiddling with a Magnum clip.

Schofield turned to look at him. "There is an entrance to the lab by land, but some seismic activity has left it beyond repair. Or at least beyond repair in the timeframe we have. We're going by sea. There's an underwater entrance that will be easy to spot… hopefully."

Everyone returned to the work at hand and wondered what seismic activity could block off an entrance to a government lab.