A/N: Sorry for leaving you all hanging. I hit a horrible writer's block and hadn't been writing for a while. Well at least any fanfiction. I went back to my own stories for a while and suffering from being a college student. But you guys probably don't care. Anyway, I had decided to come back to the story when I got on summer break, however when I was in class (I may have not been paying attention) I saw a review from, Sivan325, who wanted me to continue writing. Now I had no idea what I was going to be writing about, but I just sat down and went for it. Here you go. I promise to keep on writing.

Chris was dragged across the damp floor and dumped near the edge of an indoor pool.

He could smell the chlorine and feel the warmth of the water that ran over the edge and lap at his paralyzed limbs. Despite all of this however, he felt cold. Chris wasn't one for swimming. Buck had taught him last summer, but he only knew how to tread water. The exercise was to help him get over his fear of drowning.

Now he felt it returning. There was no control over his fate right now. His breathing hitched when he heard someone talking behind him. He couldn't turn to see who it was, but he recognized the voice.

"Is your team coming for us?" asked Travis.

"I have no doubt that they will."

"You don't know for sure?"

Chris heard confusion in the other man's voice.

"I gave Ezra the address to where we're being held. I'm sure they're on their way here now." Chris huffed as he strained to get some feeling in his limbs.

"Ezra?!" asked Travis incredulously, "You do know that Ezra's performance rate is extremely low. When placed in a tough situation he tends to freeze up."

"I'm aware of that, but I also know him. He can do this. He knows what's at stake."

The sound of a creaking door was heard and the clomping sound of heavy foot falls.

"Well I think everyone is now present for the party. Shall we get started?" asked Stuart.

Buck and the others hid behind an abandoned car parked across the street of the building they were scouting out.

"So, how do we know they're inside?" asked JD.

"We don't have the cameras and the cover of night for this mission. No layout of the building. We are literally going in blind." Ezra muttered.

"Ye of little faith, brother." smiled Josiah.

"I'm just saying-"

"Ezra, we do this or Chris and Travis can end up dead!" Vin interrupted.

The boys looked at each other and down at themselves. They were fitted in black with the exception of Ezra wearing his red jacket over his. Buck, Vin and Josiah carried their dart guns while JD handled the smoke grenades.

"I'm just saying we just need to approach this wisely."

"Ez, we've done this before. We know what we're up against, and just like we were taught in 4C, we are ready to sacrifice ourselves to help others." Buck smiled.

Ezra wanted to point out that he had never done anything like this before. That he had failed the classes where he had to make quick decisions and take action. Instead he gripped the end of his red jacket using it to calm his nerves.

"We're going in." announced Buck.

Everyone nodded and they crept across the street and crawled through the hole in the fence. Buck, JD and Nathan went around the back while Josiah, Vin and Ezra went in the front.

The boys crept through the building, keeping to the shadows while they scanned for Stuart and their friends. There were a few men who were carrying guns, walking around the rooms.

The guns were heavy duty compared to the ones that the boys were used to.

"I wish I had my real gun." whispered Vin.

"Would it make much of a difference?" asked Josiah.

"It'd make me feel better." muttered Ezra.

"Those guns can tear us apart easily. Stealth is better in this case."

Vin nodded and crawled across the ground and hid behind a bunch of boxes.

Josiah and Ezra waited and watched as Vin climbed up the boxes. The boy was able to reach the low I beams that supported the roof and climb onto them.

It was like watching a black cat make its way across a fence.

Vin reached the spot where two men had stopped to talk were underneath him. Pulling his dart gun from around his back and aimed it carefully at the first man.

Ezra and Josiah watched as the first man dropped the ground before the second one was shot and followed his companion.

Before darting out to retrieve the guns that were now abandoned, Josiah checked to see that the coast was clear.

Nodding, he and Ezra went out and tied the unconscious men's hands together with zip ties and took their guns with them.

The weapon felt really heavy in Ezra's hands and the cold metal seeped into his hot sweaty palms.

"Let's go." said Josiah, dragging Ezra out of his trance.

The two continued their way through the building while Vin stuck to the rafters above.

Buck was filled with nervous excitement. It was like the Call of Duty games he had played with Chris and Vin. This time however, if he was shot, he would bleed, possibly die.

He used his agitation to heighten his senses. Every sound that was made echoed through his ears and he would stop and duck behind crates with the others. The thugs with their guns would pass close by to their hiding places, making his heart beat harder against his rib cage.

A door was at the other end of the room. It was slightly ajar from the last person who had walked out of it. They needed to get to that door.

Buck licked his lips and signaled to Nathan and JD to go left while he went right.

The other boys nodded and Buck stepped right in front of two the men who were making rounds.

The men frowned in confusion, not sure what to do in this situation.

One of them finally walked forward stretching out his hand to grab Buck. The boy however swatted the man's hand out of the way and grabbed him by the arm.

Ducking under the man and twisting his arm around his back, Buck slammed his foot on the backside of the man's knee. The man fell down and his partner held up his gun, trying to get a shot off.

Just as he was about to shoot, a prick hit the back of his neck and he dropped to the ground.

Buck looked over his shoulder and grinned. Nathan and JD stood over the other man, Nathan still holding his dart gun up.

Turning back to his man, Buck felt the man start to get up. Slamming his fist against the area behind the back of the ear, Buck knocked the man unconscious.

Standing up, Buck climbed off of his man and nodded to the others.

"Well come on, it's not over yet." he said.

They all ran to the other end of the room where the door was. Buck checked to see if the coast was clear and then slipped inside. The others followed.

The new room was lined with pipes. They could hear the dripping noise of a loose nuzzle and the stench of something they couldn't place.

As far as they could tell there wasn't anyone else in the room. They lowered their guard a little but they kept their ears open for any sudden change.

JD and Nathan walked around, trying to look for any clues.

JD switched on his flashlight and slowly ran it across the floor.

"Wait go back." said Nathan.

JD ran the light back to an I beam.

Nathan stepped forward and knelt on the wet ground.

"What is it? What did you find?" asked Buck.

Nathan indicated to a spot on the beam, "Blood."

"Are you sure?"

Buck and JD stepped closer to get a better look.

"Yeah, it doesn't look that old either."

"So one of them is bleeding or dead." sighed Buck.

"We should probably keep moving." Nathan said as he stood back up.

"I can't find any other doors than the one we came through." said JD.

"So they were held and possibly tortured in here." Buck guessed, "They're probably going to dump the bodies somewhere else."

Nathan frowned and walked over to a side of the room. He bent down and picked up a piece of broken glass.

"It looks like a glass shard from a needle."

"Does it say what kind of drug it had in there?"

Nathan shook his head.

"Damn." muttered Buck, "Okay, let's go and see if we can find the others. They must've left already."

Chris gasped for air as he was lifted out of the water for the fifth time. He began coughing up water as he sputtered to regulate his breathing.

The man that was holding him readjusted his grip on Chris' shirt and prepared to dunk him again.

"I must say, Chris, I'm really disappointed. I was expecting a little more from you and your team. Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are."

Chris glared up at Stuart who looked down at him, unimpressed.

"Dunk him again, longer this time."

"No, no!" pleaded Chris as he was pushed under the surface of the water.

He struggled to hold his breath as he wanted to scream. His limbs still wouldn't move and his lungs began to burn.

Please, he thought, save me! Somebody! Anybody!