Guest: Yeah, I know, but it seems a bit hypocritical of me to make the rating above T, seeing as I'm only 13 :/ Anyway, if a teen really doesn't like gruesomeness, I've put a warning, and they're not stupid; If they don't like gruesomeness, gore, torture, etc... Then they won't read it. Presumably.

DrewTheSeagull: Oh yeah... Errr... It was late and he was groggy and didn't suspect anything as he had just been rung by 'MI6'. *Shrugs*

IWannaLightsaber: Ohhhhh trust me, it will soon get veeeeeeeery gruesome. Thanks, Alex won't have any lasting injuries, (I don't think) like he won't be crippled or anything, but he'll definitely have scars. And the torture will hurt, like, a lot. :D Thanks for the advice :)

Ok. Before I get started, I'm going to explain when this takes place. It's like a weird thing where Jack's alive, Alex has only been shot three weeks ago, Fox is with K-Unit, and Alex has been on all his missions. Yeah I know it's weird and barely makes sense, but that's the way I've planned it. Any questions, just ask :)

I own no one except the people in N-Unit :)

Sorry this chapter took so long! But I've been working on another story and it has had more reviews and stuff for it and with homework I've only barely had time to do one story a night and stuff so... yeah. Chapter 2 and all, and PLEASE REVIEW!

K-Unit gathered all the things they were likely to need; guns, change of uniform, civilian clothes, a water flask, and a torch. Fox sighed. He had been feeling down and depressed lately since his friend, Vulture's unit, N-Unit, had gone missing. They had no leads as to where they were, and had pretty much given up the search after 2 weeks of nothing to go on.

Wolf was taking charge, as he was the Unit leader, making sure they had everything and sounding like a mother on her child's first day of school, but, Eagle knew, Wolf wouldn't have agreed. He smirked, gaining a questioning look from Wolf. He shook his head, smiling. Wolf rolled his eyes at his friend's childishness and continued.

"We'll head out at 0200 hours. Be ready by then." He said.

"Where are we even going?" Snake asked. He didn't recall being told. To his surprise, Wolf shrugged.

"I was never told. They just said there would be a helicopter sent for us," Wolf replied, looking slightly confused. "I wonder why they didn't tell us? Surely we would have to know to see what clothes to bring...?"

"Why don't you ask the Sergeant?" Eagle asked, looking up from his bag.

"I have, but he didn't know, either," Wolf had is eyebrows furrowed in thought. He decided it didn't matter. At least they were getting out of camp.

Two weeks ago.

Bear, Leopard, Vulture and Tiger hiked through the blistering hot desert. They had long run out of water and rations, and they did not even know where they were. They had been on a hiking exercise, back in England, when a helicopter had lowered down and picked them up. The people inside had said they had received an emergency mission and had to get back to Beacon Brecons for a briefing.

They had gotten into the chopper, but where immediately knocked out with a drug. They woke, still on the helicopter and knocked out the passengers and threatened the pilot to put them down. Obviously, they should have threatened him into taking them back to Beacon Brecons, but they didn't know when the other men would wake up.

They had been put down and, intending to knock out the pilot, as well, he had taken off. They had had no choice but to jump out before he took them somewhere else. And now, they were stuck in the middle of the desert.

A few hours ago they had spotted tyre tracks, and so, they followed them. They had now been following those same tyre tracks for what felt like days, but it was probably only a few hours. But still, they had long run out of rations and water, especially since before this they had been nearing the end of their hiking exercise and used some on that.

"How long can this track go?!" Bear finally burst out. He was the most muscular of the four men. He had dark hair and dark eyes, with a few scars littering his tanned body. He was the leader of the group.

The other men didn't reply. Vulture walked with his shoulders slumped, dragging his feet. He was the youngest of the men, at age 22. He was suffering the most, as he had scoffed his rations back on the exercise, as they had only a mile to go. The other men had offered theirs, but he was too proud to accept them.

Tiger, the medic of the group, walked next to Vulture should he fall too hungry or, more likely, thirsty. Finally, after a grand total of 6 and a half hours walking in the blistering heat, they found civilization. Well, a building.

There were guards stationed at points around the barb wired fence. N-Unit stopped and glanced around at each other sceptically.

"What do you think?" Leopard asked Bear. Bear thought for a bit.

"We'll have to go see if they'll help us," This earned some doubtful looks from his teammates. "Well, what other choice do we have?" The others shrugged and got in back in rank. They began walking forward, guns out, when the guards noticed them. A group of five guards ran towards them, pulling out pistols.

"N-Unit?" One asked them. They did not do anything, until Bear nodded slowly. This was a mistake. They were looking out for them. They immediately advanced on the four soldiers, barely taking notice of the guns held in their hands.

Before any of them got a chance to shoot, the guards wrenched the guns out of the soldiers' grip. Each of the men in N-Unit immediately sprung into action, all with a guard each, except for Bear, who had two.

Leopard kicked out at the massive guard's stomach, only to find a bullet proof vest under his foot. He then aimed a kick at the guard's groin, but the guard grabbed his foot and twisted it around, so Leopard ended up backwards. He was then punched in the back and he fell to the floor. Before he could get up, however, the guard had pulled out a syringe and had stabbed Leopard with it. Leopard tried to stand up, but the guard's beefy hand held him down. He held him there until the drug began to take effect on Leopard.

Bear blocked every punch thrown at him by the two guards. He aimed a punch at the guard nearest his fist and got him in the neck, knocking him over. He wasn't sure if the man was still conscious, but he didn't care. The other guard barely glanced in his friend's direction before he lashed out with his foot, kicking Bear in his ribs. Bear coughed slightly at the blow, but he had received worse.

He dodged a punch and another kick before slapping the man across the face. The move surprised him, which was the effect Bear was looking for, rather than pain, and kicked the side of the man's knee, causing him to cry out and topple over.

He grinned, until he turned around. All his teammates had been knocked out, and there were three guards left standing. Well, he wasn't going down without a fight.

Within seconds, the guards overpowered him. He felt a sharp stab of a needle, and within a few minutes, he was unconscious.

Tiger's head pounded. He heard voices conversing somewhere below and around him. He opened his eyes and winced at the light. He sat up, much too fast. When his head stopped spinning, he noticed that the rest of his Unit were in there. And, on closer inspection, a blond man sitting in the corner. He had a scar across his neck, straight as if it was ruled, and pale eyes.

"Ah, he's awake," he heard Leopard say. "You okay?" He asked.

"Oh, never better," He replied sarcastically. He kept eying the man in the corner. Why was he here? Who was he? Something about his posture unnerved Tiger. He nodded to him and raised his eyebrows at Bear, who shrugged. He groaned. "How long was I out of it?" He dreaded the answer.

"No idea, but you were out longer than us, by a few hours. Probably because you were punched, not drugged asleep. I'm actually surprised you're awake now, the size of that lump on your head..." Bear trailed off, looking at Tiger's forehead. He felt his forehead, and there was a big lump, but nothing life threatening, he thought to himself.

Vulture was sat next to Bear leaning on the wall. Tiger looked around. They were in a cell. It was plain, with a tiny window at the very top of the wall, with bars over it. There was a doorless doorway that led to a bathroom. Well, a toilet. It was pretty clean, and it had a single bed, which Tiger was on. Curiosity suddenly got the better of him, and he had to ask about the man in the shadows.

"What's your name?"

The man hesitated again before answering, "Yassen Gregorovich." The four men looked up sharply at him again.

"What?" Bear asked. Yassen shrugged.

"What what?" He asked. He spoke good English, but with a very very faint Russian accent.

"Well, for one thing, you're supposed to be dead. And, you're a known assassin! You expect us to just sit here with a known assassin two metres away?" Yassen shrugged again.

"What else can you do? Your weapons have been taken off you, and you don't even know where you are, or why you are here. You haven't even thought that I may be an asset."

"Well, where are we then? We know we're somewhere with deserts, we've just trekked through one, but we still could be anywhere."

"We're in the Sahara Desert." Yassen said calmly. They stared at him, mouths open, shocked at the news. They were in Africa.

Yeah, yeah, dumb ending, but the next chapter will actually have Alex in, lol. I was planning on using N-Unit getting captured as just an opening to this chapter, like the length of the K-Unit bit, but it went a bit longer. This chapter wasn't my best, but I SWEAR the next one will be better. :)