A/N Hey everyone! I'm back =D except my holidays are over so if I write a sequel then it won't be posted as quick as this one cause I'm in my last year at school, Yay! Anyway hope you're enjoying this, it's almost finished though =( sadness, I liked posting it =p

Thanks for all reviews, alerts and favourites, you guys are great! Any advice is welcome. Oh and random thing, if you haven't read House to House (it's a true story) I recommend it, amazing book, if you like this chapter with the fighting you'll love it. It's now officially my favourite book.

Anyway, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, and everyone else out there reading, here is the 2nd or 3rd last chapter!

CHAP 11 No Man's Land

"Fox? Fox?!"

I crawled over to him, ignoring the stinging and dragged the cracked table to cover us. I rolled him over. His body was burnt, and cut with shrapnel.

"Fox? Fox, answer me. Please."

"Wildcat. Don't hang around. Just leave me," he murmured.

I shook my head, "We don't leave men behind. If I've learnt nothing else here, I've learnt that."

I pulled him over my shoulder and got my feet under me, still holding our weapons. After one look over the table I ran off, heading towards the assault course. Near the start of the course was something like a fortress in a child's playground. With two levels it was only four metres high. The top level was open. To get up you either had to climb a set of tires or small holes cut into two walls. On the last side was a metal pole; the way down. I stumbled inside the bottom and sat Fox up against a corner, before asking if he had any bandages or antiseptic.

"My pockets," he answered weakly.

Immediately I began looking through his pockets, finding exactly what I needed and patched up the worst of the cuts. He pushed my hands away.

"Don't hang around. Go help the others."

I glared at him, "You're in need of help as well."

"I'll be fine, Wildcat. Now get outta here before I kick your arse out," he weakly shoved me away, "Go."

I nodded, "Okay. Don't get in anymore trouble."

After checking there was no one in sight I made my way back to the initial compound. I ducked down into a ditch and looked around. It was complete chaos. Scorpia had the place under siege. There were less than twenty-five SAS people here and they weren't prepared for an attack on this scale, hell they probably weren't prepared for an attack at all.

A head popped up from a bush on the hill before disappearing. Another shot filled the air and an SAS collapsed. Swiftly I raised my gun and fired. A Scorpia body tumbled down. Quickly I looked around for my next target. Three pairs of legs stuck out behind a four wheel drive. Scorpia's standards were getting lax. If they come to kill the best they could at least send people who aren't amateurs. This time I aimed properly before firing. There was a second delay after I fired before I got the wanted effect. A fire ball filled the ground where the agents and truck previously stood.

A thunder of blades came overhead. I looked up. An SAS Huey Assault helicopter flitted above. A soldier leaned out the side, aiming the machine gun. A rocket rammed into the cabin. The gunman jumped just as it exploded. The flames caught his back as he tumbled through the air. Jumping to my feet I ran along the trench, hunched almost in half, as the remainder of the Huey spiraled down. A body landed just behind me; the gunman, his back still on fire and his neck quite obviously broken. About twenty metres behind me the helicopter crashed down and exploded for the last time. I flew to the ground, my arms over my head. Cautiously I sat back up and looked at the wreckage. No one could've survived that.

Putting the thoughts out of my mind I turned back to the fighting. There was movement in the forest half way up the hill. I caught sight of a familiar face and almost jumped for joy; Yassen! He was aiming at someone. I followed his line of fire. It ended directly on Snake. Bottling my emotions I brought my rifle up and instinctively fired. The bullet hit Snake in the calf. His leg collapsed under him just as Yassen's bullet flew harmlessly overhead.

Quickly I turned my attention back to the Scorpia agents. They had taken shelter behind huts, trees and vehicles. It was like fatal paintball.

Something glinted in the sun along the trench. I threw myself to the side as a bullet scraped across my neck. I turned and fired. The metal hit an assassin between the eyes. I wiped my hand over my neck. It was bleeding lightly, nothing dangerous.

Another body tumbled down the hill to my left. This time he wasn't in combat clothes, instead he was wearing black. Someone screamed. The sound was distant but my mouth was open. I started to scramble out of the ditch, still screaming. A hand closed around my top and pulled me back down. I spun around. There was a Scorpia agent. About to shoot I recognized the tanned skin, short, black hair and hard, brown eyes.

I lowered the gun, "You almost got yourself killed."

"So did you," he replied, "Come on. I know where everyone is."

I nodded and slowly followed him through the ditch, keeping my head low. Eventually we were around the other side of the compound. He passed me a silencer. Quickly I connected it to my gun. His already had a silencer on it. We came up behind two Scorpia agents; there was no way they could've known what was coming. We were the best. We were silent killing machines. Without bothering to aim we shot one each. Both bullets went straight through their spine at the back of the neck, killing them instantly.

"Why are you helping us, Jake?" I murmured as we began to move round.

We took our next shot before he answered, "I don't want anything to happen to you, Addy. You know my other reason."

I nodded knowing exactly what he meant. We came across three agents. He pulled out a handgun complete with silencer. I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. He could handle shooting both weapons. Just as silent as the rest we took out those three. Jake tackled me to the ground narrowly avoiding a spray of bullets. Hardly looking he raised the handgun and fired. The bullets ceased and we sat back up.

"How many more?"

"Less than ten."

"Well, we better keep moving."

Slowly we continued creeping around, taking out agent by agent. Eventually there was only one left. I lined up my gun to fire. Jake took a couple of steps away from me. He lifted his gun. It pointed towards me.

"Jake?"

"I can't let you kill him, Adrienne."

I stared at him in disbelief, "You're joking. I thought you wanted to kill Scorpia agents. I thought you didn't want anything to happen to me?"

"I don't, Addy, I swear I don't."

"Then why?"

"I can't let you kill him. You should know he's like a father to me."

"Assassins don't form relationships, Jake."

"Well, I guess none of us are very good assassins then are we. Now put the gun down."

I dropped it. A loud shot rang out. Jake flinched. The last agent fell slowly to the ground. Jake's gun dropped as he stared in horror, his face stuck in a silent scream. One more shot. Jakes legs crumpled. He clutched his chest, crimson blossomed over his shirt, starting at his heart.

"Jake!" I screamed, collapsing beside him.

Hastily I pushed hard on the wound and half turned him over. The bullet didn't come out the back. Quickly I searched the rest of him; there was a hole in his side. The bullet must've hit a rib and ricocheted out.

"Hold on Jake. You're going to be fine."

I put pressure on both holes, hoping nothing vital was hit. There was a wail of sirens and flashing lights. A board was placed beside him. Hands replaced mine as he was shifted onto the board and lifted into an ambulance.

"Don't let him die. Please don't let him die." I cried as they shut the door and drove off.

I looked around, staring in horror at the destruction. Bodies lay strewn everywhere, Scorpia and SAS alike. Huts and vehicles were blown to bits. The ground was almost stained red. Everything blurred. I didn't know what to do. It was too much. I almost gagged as the smell of burning flesh caught up to me.

It was like a war ground. No man's land. Paramedics seemed rush around, marking the victims. Three categories. One of them came over to me. He rested a hand on my shoulder, asking me something. I lifted my hand and punched him, my basic instincts taking over.

Quickly I ran away. My body was leading me somewhere. Somewhere I had to be. I fell to the ground, beside where a body previously lay. The shape was still there, blurred with blood. I reached out a hand and touched the hard ground. Someone crouched beside me as tears blurred my eyes. They touched my hand. This time I didn't react harshly. They pulled me to my feet and wound their arms tightly around me. One hand stroked my hair while the other rubbed my back. They were murmuring to me, but I couldn't understand.

Slowly they lead me away from the horrors. We sat in the back of an ambulance. His hold on me never loosening. I was shaking and I didn't know why. A hand circled my wrist. Two fingers pressed on my artery. Someone counted under their breath. Eventually the ambulance stopped. I was lead inside. They sat me on a bed. I lifted my legs onto it, staring at the ceiling as their hand still held mine tightly.

A hiss escaped my lips as my neck wound stung. Liquid trickled down the side before it was wiped up. Everything was white and wrong, so wrong.

"Addy? Addy?"

They were saying a name. Who were they talking to?

"Adrienne? Answer me, please?"

Adrienne. That was my name. I mumbled an answer.

"Adrienne? Are you okay?"

"What, what happened?" I murmured.

Arms wrapped around me again, "I'm so glad you're okay."

There was a blond boy above me. His serious eyes and wavy hair seemed familiar, but I wasn't sure if it was him. He hated me and wasn't talking to me.

"A-Alex? You're, you're okay."

"Yeah. I didn't get hit. You look like you actually been in a war though."

I gagged and leaned to the side, away from Alex. Someone held a bowl there as I threw up, coughing. Slowly I lay back down and let the doctor finish with my wounds.

I turned my head back to Alex, "Y-Yassen? Is he, is he…" I couldn't say it, couldn't get the words out.

He smiled sadly, "I don't know. I'm sorry, Addy."

I stared back at the ceiling. That didn't mean he was dead, but it didn't mean he was alive either. What about Jake? I loved him, even though he pointed a gun at me. I wondered if Alex knew.

"A-Alex. One of the assassins that came in. Dark hair, tanned, not much older than us."

"He got shot in the chest."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, he didn't make it."

A tear leaked down the side of my face. Jake was dead. Yassen was missing. Everything was so screwed up.

"Who, who shot him?" I growled quietly, anger finding its way into my voice.

"He was holding a gun at you Adrienne," he tried to justify it.

"Who shot him?"

"Wolf. Wolf did. He was looking out for you. He thought you were in danger. You can't blame him."

"Jake wouldn't have shot me," my voice began to shake with concealed anger; "He was helping me. He saved my life then helped me kill the other Scorpia agents."

"I'm sorry, Drie. We didn't know that and he was pointing a gun at you."

I shut my eyes as more tears streamed down my cheek, "Just leave me alone Alex, please."

"Drie-"

"No. Just go. I want to be alone."

Silently he got up and left, not realizing how untrue my words were. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted my family here and my friends. I didn't want them to see me cry but I wanted them here all the same. Rolling over I closed my eyes and fell into a much needed sleep.