Jack jumped back over the wall and ran through the brush which covered the pathway. He ran around the large bunker which was situated directly behind the compound styled house. He was careful to stay low, now thankful for the obstructed pathway and terrible weather conditions which were covering any noise he could make, and keeping him out of sight.

His eyes continued to scan the trees scattered around, looking for more hostiles. He didn't hear the gun shots killing the snipers but he knew they would have been taken care of now; so anybody else could very well be aware of there presence. Hell, he thought, what did that matter if they had known of there arrival from the very start? Something suspicious was going on, but right now he knew he had to concentrate on getting his men and himself out of there.

Stepping down a small embankment leading onto the grounds once more Jack sprinted over the open land and hid in more bushes. He knew this was the route Mark and Chris would have taken. Looking out at the land he saw a small wooden gate closing off some sort of designed archway on the house. Once over that he would be out of the rain, it was some sort of covered barn type yard. Edging closer Jack could make out the big beams crisscrossing across the back wall and roof in some exaggerated design.

Taking a chance Jack climbed over the fence and stood inside the opened area, surrounded by four old stone walls. He circled around looking up, the upper floor of the house ran over the yard, it was completely covered with the beams. This was some style of courtyard, he thought. He decided that he would look for his men before the bomb, and so he climbed back over the fence into the grounds. Scowling he realised neither of his men were there, they must have circled back on themselves in the opposite direction, otherwise he would have come across them by now.

Moving over the path Jack moved slowly, knowing the path circled back onto itself scared him, if they weren't here, where were they? Crouching to avoid another low slung branch Jack tripped on one of the cobbled stones and fell into the dense bushes. Grunting as he itched his hand from a nettle bite he looked down at the mess he had made in the foliage, he was leaving a clear path of sign.

Scratching his hand and wiping the front of the goggles again something caught Jacks eye. He was just on the edge of the tree line, but the object which caught his attention was a few feet deeper, completely absorbed by the wildlife. Crawling on his hands and knees Jack pulled himself through the tangled branches and leaves until he got closer to the object.

There was a small radio laid on the dirt ground, a small green light flashing. Jacks breath caught in his throat, he recognised it as belong to Chris immediately. He nervously picked it up and pocketed the device before looking around for intruders again; a shoe catching his attention this time.

It was just to his left, Jack reached it in no time. He saw the body it belonged to just a few yards away from it. Chris' prone form laid out on the mud, crushing the plants he had been dumped upon. Closing his eyes Jack crouched down, checking a pulse despite the stricken open eyes staring back at him with emptiness. Taking a deep breath he closed the mans eyes, struggling to stay calm as overwhelming sensations of rage, betrayal and guilt swept over him. He sat still for a moment clenching his fist as he tried to control himself, knowing he had to move, the compound could blow - he had to find Mark first.

Taking a deep breath Jack holstered his weapon before grabbing Chris under the armpits and carefully dragging him back to the pathway. It was a struggle but he managed the drag the dead both back out into the open land where he could carry him back to the others. Hoisting Chris over his shoulder Jack set off back around the path which would lead him to the grounds. The body was heavy but he wasn't leaving him behind. Thinking ahead he realised he would have to take Chris to the extraction point and then come back again - it would take time, too much if he wanted to find Mark before it was too late.

His radio buzzed again and he was relieved to hear Web, he hadn't been spotted or killed.

"Jack its Web, I'm coming up behind you okay."

"Son of a bitch," Jack muttered, knowing full well Web had ignored his orders to get back to the evacuation point.

Jack turned laying Chris carefully down on the ground. Web almost balked at the sight but managed to stay calm, both men trying ot detach themselves from the shock and pain of the body until they were safe.

"Where are the others?"

"They are on there way back to the extraction point, trying to make sure the route is secure for us."

Jack nodded. Only Web had directly ignored a command, but he should have expected it, knowing he would have done the same thing himself.

"I want you to take Chris to the chopper, and wait there. If I don't come back when the chopper takes off, you leave without me."

"Jack-"

"Do it Web, please."

Web stared at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. He nodded, knowing Jack couldn't be swayed.

Jack turned around to head off back to the compound, Web realised it and quickly sprinted after him.

"Jack!"

"Damm it Web," he roared frustrated.

"Its going to blow Jack, the whole perimeter - we gotta get Drazen remember! You can't go in!"

Jack looked at him colds stare. "Just watch me," he said before turning and jogging back towards the building, still a few feet away from the grounds.

The explosion was huge, knocking Web several feet backwards he landed on the hard mud getting a face full of mud. He could hear the destruction as the building crumbled, then the secondary explosion as the bunker went up; followed by a third shortly afterwards. Closing his eyes he realised they wouldn't get Mark back. Sitting up in pain he looked around but couldn't see Jack. All he could remember was the image of him running towards the grounds, a good few feet in front of him. He was still a safe way away from the primary explosions, but if the blast caught him, it had surely caught Jack too.

"Shit," he gasped, checking Chris was where they had left him before staggering to his feet. Jack had ran straight towards the explosion.

"Jack!" He yelled, disregarding any form of staying covert. It didn't matter what happened to him, the building had blown the mission was over. He wasn't leaving alone with Chris.

"Jack!" He yelled again running towards the wreckage in a panic.