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Unknown's POV
"I've told you over and over again. It will take time. The more you fight it, the more you crucify yourself, the worse it will be."
This was becoming increasingly frustrating. He didn't know who he was and the doctor only spoke in riddles.
He stated, "You're drunk."
Washburn responded with a sigh, "Generally. It's not pertinent. But I can give you clues, if you'll listen."
He snapped back, "I've listened."
"No, you don't; you turn away. You lie in your cocoon and pull the cover over your mind. Hear me again."
He sighed, "I'm listening."
Hudu said as he had many times before, "In your coma—your prolonged coma—you spoke in three different languages. English, French and some goddamned twangy thing I presume is Oriental. That means you're multilingual; you're at home in various parts of the world. Think geographically. What's most comfortable for you?"
"Obviously English."
The older man continued to probe, "We've agreed to that. So what's most uncomfortable?"
"I don't know."
Tanner was watching from the side not offering his thoughts. This was the same as it had been for weeks.
Washburn simply stated, "Your eyes are round, not sloped. I'd say obviously the Oriental."
He drawled, "Obviously."
Tanner interrupted for the first time, "Then why do you speak it? Now, think in terms of association. I've written down words; listen to them. I'll say them phonetically. Ma—kwa. Tam—kwan. Kee—sah. Say the first thing that comes to mind."
"Nothing."
"Good show."
"What the hell do you want?"
"Something. Anything."
The man without a memory rubbed at his forehead. This was beyond frustatrating. Why would he say those words? While nothing came to mind his heart raced in fear at Tam- kwan. Something in him was annoyed at the pronunciation.
Tanner inquired noting this, "What is it? There is something that you know now."
The unknown man said rubbing between his eyes, "The way you said it. It bothers me on an instinctive level. Tam-kwan. That's not right. Tam... Quan. It's Tam Quan."
His hands moved to grip the sides of his head. There was something trying go resurface within his mind. Pain moved between his eyes. He could feel flames licking up his face. He couldn't be here.
Flashback
Flashback
The helicopter they were in was a hastily put together pilot and team. There were only a handful that would go out in this weather. It was near typhoon wind speeds and the rain was coming down hard. None of this interested or dissuaded Delta.
His brother was in the encampment below. If they did not rescue him now they would never get a second chance. Almanac was down there and they would kill him for the information he carried. Something that Delta could not allow to happen.
One of the pilots shouted over the wind, "Delta if you're going to jump it has to be now! Know that we won't be able to do a pick up on you guys!"
Delta shouted in return, "Got it! We will see you back at camp! Century 12 get your asses up and prepare to jump! Alpha you are first!"
The dark haired man closest to the door stood. Alpha was also known as Jason Bourne. He was one of the few that didn't fear giving his name out to the other members.
The others took their positions behind him. Each had their packs and weapons strapped to them. Grey eyes stared at him just like his own. They were killers from all different backgrounds. They followed him because he was their leader. Nothing more nothing less.
When the door to the copter opened and wind ripped passed them. It tore at each of their faces. A minute later the red light above their heads turned green. A nod to him and they began jumping from the copter.
Echo was the last one to jump out. His eyes met Delta's waiting for the final confirmation. He gave an ever so slight nod. It was enough for his second in command. The Frenchman jumped from the copter.
End of flashback
He regained his feet and moved away. Where was he? Why was he so damn hot? Did he sleep too close to the fire again?
A hand touched his shoulder and he lashed out. Gripping the hands he pressed into the bundle of nerves in the wrist. The person the wrist belonged to let out a cry of pain.
Arms encircled him from behind preventing him from striking out further. He tried to break free but the arms held firm. An alpha's scent wafted over him. Open flame on a winter's night.
A voice said, "Hold him Al Owal."
A gentle hand pressed into his forehead. A sense of calm tried to override his fear and confusion. His body was no longer obeying his commands. It slackened into the one holding him. Soon he was lain on a bed.
As his eyes closed he heard, "You were lucky, Hudu. He could have injured both of you further. Do you wish for me to stay?"
"No. He needs to," darkness overtook him before he could hear anymore.
Dreamscape
For half a second Delta hesitated. Then he jumped as well heading into the unknown. Most parts of the world were familiar no matter the weather. Tam Quan was different than most parts of the world. In the best weather it was difficult to traverse and land in. This weather was one of the worst that someone could attempt a parachute. There were Medusan teams that tried before and failed. So many had lost their lives trying something so dangerous. There wasn't a choice however. One of their own was captured and coud die.
By the time he counted to ten he pulled his chute. The jolt made his shoulder ache. Below him he could see his men with their own open chutes.
The wind tore at his face making it hard to see. The air smelled of fire and smoke. It signified that they were near one of the compounds. Specifically the one that held Almnac in it.
A harsh wind blew him several degrees off course. It took some maneuvering and quick thinking that he didn't end up too far north. A few minutes passed before he dropped to the ground.
As soon as his chute was detached he took stock of his surroundings. One of his men was stuck by his chute in a tree. It was Gamma by the looks of it. The man was never the best at landings. Already Echo and Charlie were up in the tree cutting him down. Bravo and Foxtrot were securing the parameter.
The only one missing was Alpha. Out of all of his men he would've expected that Alpha would make it into the drop zone.
He called up to Echo, "I'm going to find, Alpha. Stay here secure the drop zone. I'll be back."
"Yes, Delta."
Without another word he began walking towards the North. If Alpha was blown off course that's where the wind would have taken him. The smells of the forest calmed his fire just as it always had done. Unlike his men he felt oddly at peace with being in a forest. It was the one place he felt at home in. Even as a child he felt more at home in the woods than in the city. That was probably what made him such a good Circus brat.
Years of running around in the forests allowed him to move silently but swiftly. He was able to avoid branches that would have broken under his weight. Thorns that would have torn his shirt he avoided with skilled ease. His fine tuned hearing picked up a voice slightly east of him. It was easy to change the direction towards the voice.
Delta came close to the where the voice coming from. What he saw made his blood boil. One of their radios was in Alpha's hands. He was speaking in clear Vietnamese. It was about the location of their drop. That wasn't the only thing he was saying either. He was saying who they were trying to save.
Delta stepped out his glock drawn and pointed at Alpha. The man stiffened the moment he saw Delta. Fear was written all over the other's face. It filled the air so much he could almost taste it. If this was anyone else he would have relished in it. He couldn't bring himself to however. This was one of his men, one that he trusted for years. Now he found out that Alpha was betraying them. There was only one sentence for such a betrayal.
Alpha said in English his hands shaking with fear, "Delta, this isn't what it looks like. Listen..."
There wasn't anything left for him to hear. No excuses could be made for what he did. Delta took aim and fired.
As always his aim was true. The bullet passed through Alpha's skull. This blew brain matter and blood all across the tree behind the man. The tree was painted red with his blood and brains.
With little regard to the blood and brain matter he moved closer to the bloody. Bending to a knee he fished under the deadman's jacket until he found his dogtags. It didn't give names or any nationality but it did give his callsign and squad assignment. Even if the man was a traitor the family didn't deserve to not know what happened to their loved one.
Pulling until the chain broke he put the dogtags in his own jacket pocket. With that done he turned back towards the direction he came from. They would be down a man but that wouldn't stop them from achieving their goal. They had to save Almanac.
End of dreamscape
He sat straight up in the bed he was laying on. This startled the men who were quietly talking across the room. Both men were wary in their approach this time. They had seen that he could and would fight if startled.
Tanner asked his voice soft, "Are you back with us?"
He nodded and said, "Yes and I remembered something. It didn't make any sense to me. At first it was just feelings. Then there was a memory. It was different from the nightmares from before. It was more focused this time. I even got a name but it didn't make any sense."
Hudu inquired curiosity in his eyes, "What was the name?"
"They called me, Delta. It was some kind of military group. There was a Frenchman and I killed a man that sounded like he was Australian," something hit him, "The men without names. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Gamma. Cain is for Charlie and Delta is for Cain."
Pain shot through his head again. A memory was threatening to come through again. It wasn't a full flashback this time though. Just a voice.
A slightly older voice said softly, "You've got to remember this, David. Otherwise you will die. Now again. Who killed this man? Wrong your dead. Who killed him? Come on, you are Delta. Rememebr this so we can move on. I know you don't want to kill anymore but it's one more man. We kill the Jackel. We win. No more killing. Now again."
Hudu said worry lacing his tone, "Come on. Come back to us. Don't lose yourself to the memory."
Tanner's voice anchored him however low and calm, "Come back. Focus on my voice. That's it. Easy now."
He almost toppled forward when he came back to himself. There was a lopsided grin that made its way across his face. He had a name. It was David.