AN: Man... this last episode (2.13 "Time to Shine") messed with me real good. How am I suppose to wait six weeks for new episodes after that?

Answer: write fanfiction.

Also, as I was writing part two, I didn't like part one so I rewrote/updated it. I would suggest you reread that as I added various plot points that are important going forward.

Here's part two. Enjoy!

3: Blind Faith (Part 2)

Sonny was thrown back into the wall by the explosion. He didn't see it, but he heard it, felt it. And he saw the aftermath. He saw Cerberus on the floor, not moving…

...didn't see the girl...

...and the area he last saw Brock?

Instead of seeing his brother, he saw a massive hole in the area Cerberus was telling them about. But before he could call out, before he could even think of searching for Brock, armed men ran into the room and opened fire on Bravo Three.

Sonny crawled behind an overturned couch and returned fire. He felt a burning on his arm, but it wasn't enough to slow him down. No, but the two in his vest sent him reeling back into the floor, where he went still.

The hostiles, not paying attention to the SEAL, grabbed Kasey, who was just coming to. She screamed and kicked and tried to get away. One of the men hit her over the head with the butt of his weapon, knocking her out cold. Another threw her over his shoulder, and they headed back from where they came.

Just as the hostiles were nearing the stairwell, Trent and Clay were arriving on the floor, having heard, felt and seen part of the explosion from below. Bravo Six saw the men first, but before he could pull the trigger, he saw a woman over one of their shoulders. He couldn't tell if it was the American or not.

"I don't have a clear shot!" he says to Trent over the sound of gunfire. They press themselves against the walls, avoiding the bullets that bounced off the ground, until Trent kicks in a door and pulls Clay inside a room.

Bravo Four peers out into the hall, looks around. "Me neither."

When the bullets stop, Bravos Four and Six move in unison towards where they last saw the men, but the building smoke in the hall was making it harder to see. By the time they were past the room that exploded and the smoke wasn't as thick, the hostiles were gone.

"Bravo Four to Bravo One. There was an explosion on the fourth floor. The hostiles have a hostage, cannot confirm if it is our package. Six and I—"

"Trent! Get in here!"

The panicked sound of his name cuts Bravo Four off. He shields his face as he walks into the smoky rooms, sees Clay standing over a still teammate.

"Three took a couple rounds to the vest, and one in his arm." Clay tells the medic. "I can't get him to wake up. And Cerberus is over there by the wall."

"Five?"

Clay shakes his head. "I cleared the room; he's not here."

Okay. One problem at a time.

Trent takes a knee beside Sonny and begins to check him over. He tends to the wound on his arm first, wrapping gauze around it and taping it down. After checking him over for any other injuries, and thankfully finding none, he presses a fist down hard on his chest and moves it in quick circles.

Sonny comes too with a groan, coughs and blinks a few times to clear his vision. He is happy to see Trent and Clay, but his mind is going to one place.

"Brock… he—" Sonny rolls onto his side, and with the help of Trent, is able to get to his feet. "He was right next to the blast. And Cerberus—"

Clay looks around, feels a pang in his chest at the sight of the prone canine on the ground. "Yeah, I've got him." he says.

Trent watches as Sonny stumbles over to the gaping hole in the room. Small flames lick the burnt walls and smoke continues to pour out into the rest of the building. Sonny rests his left hand against a bare portion of the wall, and peers down into the hole in the floor. It wasn't very big compared to the hole where the rooms once stood, but yeah, a man could fit through it.

Splintered wood lay scattered across the floor, parts of broken doors and walls. The smoke was thinner below them, and Quinn was able to see a puddle of blood and a handheld gun in the mist of the mess below.

But Brock was nowhere in sight.

"Did you see anything while you were on the third floor?"

Trent shakes his head at Sonny's question. "Nothing. No bombs, no hostiles. We were eight rooms away when we heard the explosion, but the cave-in was too much to get through, so we doubled back."

"Cerb tried to tell him but... damn thing went off before he could move." Sonny shakes his head.

"Hey, don't think like that. Focus." Trent placed a hand on Sonny's shoulder, trying to calm the SEAL down. "Where's the package?"

Sonny looked around the room, didn't see the woman, curses under his breath. "They came in hot. Probably grabbed her once I was down. Shit... I was right there when it went off." Sonny's voice is rough. Trent offers him a bottle of water, which he gladly accepts. "Ain't no way he walked away from that. Which means—"

Trent nods, already dreading the worst. "Clay, how's Cerberus?"

Clay is wrapping bandages around Cerberus' left hind leg. The dog is laying down, but once Six has finished, he is up and limping towards the door. "I'm no vet. He's got a pretty deep cut on his leg but seems to be okay."

As if on cue, Cerberus limped into the hall, but he didn't know which way to go. The three SEALs picked up on this, and Sonny keyed his comms to tell the others their situation.

"Bravo Three to Bravo One… we've got a problem."


Jason shifted from his kneeling position in the hall outside the kitchen. He, Ray and Kairos were currently monitoring the escalating situation, which only escalated more with each passing minute. Hotel guests were lined up against the wall, and hostiles were strewn about, some leaning against the counters and others posted at the door.

They were waiting for something, but the CIA and therefore HAVOC and therefore Bravo, didn't know what.

HAVOC told Jason that the Germany military was on their way to take over the situation, but it was unknown how long it would be before they got there. Bravo did not know how many explosive devices were in the resort. They knew they couldn't wait for the Germans to arrive.

Jason was working on a plan to take out the men and locate the main switch for the devices, when he hears Sonny's voice come through his ear piece.

He pauses.

"Say again your last, Bravo Three?" he says, not believing what he heard.

"I repeat, the hostiles have the package and Bravo Five is MIA, presumed taken." Sonny didn't know how to tell Jason that he was close to the bomb when it went off, so Trent stepped in.

"One this is Four; Bravo Three said that Bravo Five was near the blast that went off on the fourth floor. But there's no sign of him." Says Trent. "Cerberus is walking in circles. Don't think he can get a sent with all this smoke and the remaining explosives."

"Shit." Jason mutters. "Bravo One to HAVOC, do you still have eyes inside?"

"Affirmative, Bravo One. We have eyes on two hostiles taking the package down a flight of stairs after the blast, but we lose them on the first-floor landing. There are no cameras below that level. Appears to be a basement for storage according to the resort plans." Commander Blackburn tells Hayes. "However, be advised the German military will be arriving within the hour. You are to wait for them until then."

"That's a negative, HAVOC. Bravo Five is MIA and the hostiles have the package." Argues Jason. "We can't sit here and just-"

"That's coming from the brass, Bravo One." Blackburn grimly tells the team. "Not my call."

Hayes wasn't having it. He was not going to abandon his man, nor the American they were sent to rescue.

He just needed a plan.

Or something that resembled a plan.

"Bravo One to all call signs, I have an idea."


She came to in waves.

First to the feeling of bitter cold that lay atop her like a thick blanket.

Then she heard voices speaking but couldn't make out what was being said.

When Kasey finally opened her eye, she saw that she was laying on a cold floor, the sight of bottles of what she guessed was wine surrounded her. The bottles of alcohol lined the wall from the ceiling to the floor. She appeared to be a walk-in refrigerator of some kind. An imposing door towered over her from the other end of the room.

Somehow she managed to get to her feet, started to walk over to the door, albeit unsteady. She was dizzy and there was something dry caked to the side of her head and down her neck. She didn't know what it was. She hadn't gotten but two shaky steps when the steel door opened and a gruff looking man with a rather long gun stepped in the doorway.

She stopped.

Frozen in more ways than one.

Soon after two more goons appeared and tossed something in the room with her.

It landed with a thud less than ten feet away.

The door slammed shut behind them with a lock clicking in place.

Kasey stared at the sight before her.

The sight of a man laying there, bound at the wrists and ankles, bloodied, clothes torn, not moving… breathing?

And to make things worse?

...if this could somehow get worse?

Kasey was sure this was the same soldier who came to take her home.

AN: School is going well so far and I had a bit of free time to write part two. "Blind Faith" is getting kind of long, so there will be part three. And I think it's high time to bring the whump back, so, yeah. No one it safe...

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