Dalton walked into their Quonset hut and looked at his team gathered at the kitchen table. One seat was glaringly empty.

"Where's Jaz?"

"Haven't seen her yet," McG replied.

"She was supposed to be back before dark."

He knew he didn't even need to say that out loud. Everyone at the table knew she had only gotten permission for a day trip. While Jaz liked to push her limits, she had never been late returning from liberty before.

The sound of the secure communications link distracted him from his irritation. A few quick keystrokes later and Patricia's face filled the screen.

"Adam."

"Deputy Director Campbell, what can we do for you?"

"You should turn on your TV to local station 6."

He turned sideways as Preach grabbed the remote and turned it on. The broadcast news reporter was speaking of an attack that had occurred earlier in the nearby city. Apparently some foreign princess had decided to take some time out of her schedule to do some personal shopping. Instead of being able to enjoy her trip, she was attacked in the late afternoon by multiple armed suspects but she was able to flee. He wondered where her bodyguards had been when the drama occurred. After listening closely to the report, he was of the opinion that she definitely needed to hire a new team. A brief clip of security camera footage was shown of the attack and Dalton dropped his mug causing his entire team to turn and look at him. He knew those moves and that was no princess.

"It's Jaz."

"You're correct, Adam. We have confirmed the princess is in her home country. An illness caused her to cancel her planned trip. Jaz does look similar enough to pass."

"Where is she now?"

"We aren't certain. There's limited camera coverage on the fringes of the city. The last view we got was of her leading her pursuers on a merry chase towards the waterfront."

"Permission to retrieve?"

"I wouldn't be calling if you didn't already have it. Adam, there's one more thing you should know, we saw visible blood on Jaz's shirt after the first spat of gunfire. We think she was shot at least one time. Impossible to tell the severity from the camera images we found."

"Understood. We'll be departing shortly."

Without a word to one another, they ran to the cage and loaded up on communications and small arms only. They needed to blend in with the occupants of the city not look like a group of commandos on a raid. In addition to grabbing weapons, McG quickly put a pack of supplies together geared toward a gunshot wound. His worry was particularly high since it had been hours since the shooting had occurred. What kind of condition would Jaz be in when they found her? Elijah's loss had rocked the team but Jaz's loss would destroy them.

The entire team, silent with their own worries, loaded into a Humvee and drove it to the last coordinates that Noah could provide. Looking at the options, it appeared the large warehouse district would have been Jaz's best tactical move. They broke into teams of two, communicating only when necessary, as they cleared one row of warehouses after another. There was no resistance, and as they searched for Jaz, they watched as the body count began rising. Based on the wounds, a Ka-Bar had been used, so they felt fairly confident that Jaz was the assailant. She was taking care of her pursuers permanently.

The sound of Noah's voice over comms caught their attention, "Captain, we did a fly by over the area and infrared shows a heat signature, but no movement, in the third warehouse to your left. East corner."

Dalton and McG quickly headed towards the area mentioned and then began to methodically clear the space. Blood splatter was noted in several places on the floor as they approached the east corner. McG pushed past Dalton and dropped to the floor with a flashlight looking into the space beneath a shelving unit and the floor.

"Jaz," he whispered in disbelief.

She had really wedged herself underneath the storage unit. She was in a tiny ball and was clearly unconscious. If not for the thermal reading, they never would have found her. McG stretched his arm out and pressed his fingers firmly against her neck checking her pulse. He was reassured by the flutter he could feel. She was still alive. He also put his hand in front of her mouth feeling the gently puff of her breath.

He looked up at Dalton from his position on the floor, "We need to get her out of there. Now."

Dalton stepped back to take a better look at the shelving unit just as Preach and Amir arrived. It wasn't affixed to the wall and it looked sturdy enough to move.

"Preach, Amir, let's clean everything off these shelves and pick them up. Jaz is underneath."

McG knew that was a much better idea than trying to pull her out. In just a few minutes the rest of the team picked up the shelves and moved them out of the way.

Now they all got a much better view of her and it wasn't good. The blood they had noticed previously on the floor was just a small portion of the total blood loss. There was a fair amount of it pooled under her and in the light of McG's penlight they could see her face held no color. Courtesy of their body cams, DC was also seeing the same worrying view.

"Adam, we're sending medical assistance to your location," Patricia's voice stated calmly.

McG and Dalton carefully rolled her onto her back before McG grabbed the front of what was left of her favorite shirt and tore it open. This was no time for modesty. He gently untied the two bands of fabric she had used as makeshift bandaging. They were sticking to her skin, and when he carefully pulled them back, an ugly chest wound and an abdominal wound were revealed. Both were continuing to bleed sluggishly but it didn't appear any vital organs had been hit. Unfortunately when they tilted her on her side there were no exit wounds which meant McG had to find the bullets.

"Amir, I need light. Top, I need you."

"Preach, Amir, set perimeter positions and let us know if anything approaches," Dalton directed.

Amir found the switch for the lights in the warehouse which helped the treatment process considerably. Once Dalton was sitting on the ground next to Jaz's still form, McG set up a transfusion. With that first step out of the way, he grabbed some antiseptic and poured it over the wounds. There was no response from Jaz and he fervently hoped she remained unconscious throughout the next step. He took a deep breath before he picked up a scalpel and expanded the entry sites. He gently began probing to locate the bullets and removed them as soon as they were found. Once he had cleared all the visible fabric and debris he could, he packed the wounds, sighing in relief that Jaz had remained still throughout the procedure. He would have had a fight on his hands if she had regained consciousness. McG tucked a blanket from his pack around her and checked her vitals again before turning back to Dalton.

"Doing okay, Top?"

"So far, so good. Jaz?"

"The bleeding should slow even more now that the bullets are out and your blood will help restore some of the volume that she lost. Infection is the biggest risk."

Assured that Top was doing okay, McG knelt carefully to pick Jaz up and sat down with her in his lap holding her close. She needed his warmth and he knew he would be able to monitor her breathing much better in this position.