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*****Torture in this chapter!*****

I'm sorry if the way Tiger speaks is like 'chavvy English' but I'm trying to do him like the way I speak. :)

Oh yeah! And just so you know, in this story Fox has never been in MI6 and no one (in the cell) except Yassen has any clue about Alex. Yeah, I know but it'll make sense eventually. Basically, Alex has been on all his missions, Jack's alive, but it's only been three weeks since he had been shot :/ And K-Unit has no idea about Alex. So... Yeah. Oh, and also, Alex has been on three other missions after the missions from the books (but Jack's alive and he doesn't live with Sabina).

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"Got everything?" Wolf received three nods from his team mates. "Ok. Let's move out."

K-Unit stepped outside of their cabin (thing) and into the Jeep waiting outside.

"I call shotgun!" Eagle shouted. Wolf ignored his childish request and sat there himself, much to Eagle's disappointment. He sat in the back and grumbled next to Snake and Fox while the car began to drive away along the bumpy pathway out of the SAS camp.

They reached the road that led to the motorway, and from there they headed towards the airport. The driver didn't speak the whole time they were driving; he just sat there with a stony look on his face. When they reached the airport, the members of K-Unit pulled out their Ids, but the driver waved them off, telling them it wouldn't be necessary.

The driver only had to look at the lone guard standing at the gate, who was also stony-faced, for him to wave them on. K-Unit looked amongst themselves, gripping their guns tightly.

The driver stopped near a runway and turned around to face them all. Four massive men ran towards the Jeep, as though the driver's turning around had been a signal. The driver pulled a gun out of a holster and placed the end on Wolf's head.

"Don't try anything or I'll shoot." he said. K-Unit froze, using their eyes to ask their leader what to do. But Wolf was busy watching the four men who were approaching the car. He noticed there was no one else about except for them in the Jeep, the other four men and the guard they saw at the gate.

When the four men reached the car K-Unit's guns were roughly snatched off of them, with more threats of shooting Wolf if they didn't comply. Wolf's gun was harder to get, so, realising Wolf cared more about his team's safety than his own, the driver trained the gun on Eagle, instead. Wolf immediately gave up his gun and all four of them were injected with something.

A few minutes later, with the gun still trained on Eagle, the members of K-Unit began to drop off to sleep. The four other men began shoving K-Unit into an aeroplane.

"Eagle. Would you please, for the love of God, shut the hell up?!" Wolf was met with blissful silence as Eagle quietened down. Wolf finally opened his eyes, seeing he was in a cell with his unit and five other men. Four of which he recognized as N-Unit, but the last had a cloth bag over his head.

He became aware there were all chained to the bars around the wall. The cell they were in was large, if it wasn't for the bars lining the walls, with about two feet of space outside the bars. They all had handcuffs attaching them to the bars, and his back felt very vulnerable.

"So, Bear, how did you guys end up here?" Wolf asked the other Unit's leader.

"A helicopter told us they were form MI6 and we needed to get back to BB. We believed them, like idiots. Some dumb SAS soldiers we are."

"Excuse me, Bear, but I seem to recall you were the one who ordered us into the chopper in the first place!" Vulture cried indignantly. Eagle laughed at his friend's annoyance, regardless of their situation. The two of them were good friends, and Vulture's disappearance had caused Eagle's sulky mood for the past two weeks.

"Whatever," Bear said, glaring at Vulture and Eagle. "How did you get here?"

"We were told by the Sarge we were needed to rescue an agent, but when we got to the airport in the Jeep, the driver pulled out a gun and they drugged us."

N-Unit nodded and shared mixed emotions; anger, annoyance and understanding. Leopard, however was in a deep daydream, staring at the floor.

"I wonder if that kid's all right?" he said to no one in particular.

"Well, I doubt it, but there're two medics here, so he'll have a chance," Bear said firmly.

"Wait, what kid?" Wolf asked.

"There was a kid in here but he was taken before you guys woke up. He actually trained with you guys for a while, he said. D'you remember?"

Wolf thought back. They had had at least six other trainees with them over the years. "What was his name?"

"He said his name was Robert."

Wolf thought more, and shook his head. "No, I can't remember. Oh well, I'll know him when I see him."

"Maybe not, he had a bag over his head, like him," he gestured to the man in the corner, "When he was in last. But he looked pretty beat up."

Right on cue, the doors flew open, revealing two guards and a limp figure between them. All 8 men, except for the unconscious man in the corner looked up. The limp figure had a cloth bag over his head. One of the guards dragged the figure to the back, while the other went round the bars, through the pathway between the wall and the bars, taking something out from behind his back.

The person was cuffed to the bars and his shirt was torn off. Wolf couldn't help but gasp at the boy's torso; it was littered with hideous purple and black bruises, but they weren't the worst things. The boy had massive scars over his chest and belly, but he had one massive one right over his heart. That one was unmistakably a bullet wound, and it looked pretty recent. He heard the rest of the men gasp, too.

The guards grinned horribly at the two units' reactions. The one behind the bars pulled out a poker. Still smiling, he turned around and felt the wall. He felt a loose brick and pulled it out carefully, followed by a few others. Behind it was a fireplace. Obviously, it was already prepared, as there was coal and wood in there.

The guard put a hand in his pocket and found matches. He lit the fire and waited until it was roaring. He then put the poker inside the fire for about 5 full minutes.

Wolf winced and gasped as he realised what was to come. He wasn't sure if the boy was conscious or not, but he hoped he wasn't, so he didn't have to endure the pain.

The guard finished with the poker and crouched down to the boy's back. Wolf groaned as he realised the boy was awake, as he tensed when he felt the man's breath.

The guard grinned, and slowly inched the poker closer towards the boy's naked back. As soon as it touched the skin, there was an audible hiss, and the boy cried out and jumped up as far as he could with chains on him.

The units could tell the boy was stifling his cries, as they could hear muffled shouts escaping his lips. The guard grinned and flatten the whole poker onto his back. This time the boy screamed. The guard rolled the poker over the skin slowly, earning more shouts.

"Stop it!" Wolf shouted at the men. He tried desperately to break free from his chains, without success. He saw all other cell occupants were struggling with their bonds, but each of them failed miserably.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the guards stopped their fun. The guard with the poker threw it on the ground behind him and poured water on the fire. They then stood up to leave, but stopped as though they had forgotten something. One of them reached through the bars and grabbed the bag on the boy's head and pulled it off.

K-Unit sat, gaping at the out of breath figure. It was Cub.

"Cub!" Snake shouted, barely managing to get out those three letters, he was so surprised.

Eagle and Fox were both dumbstruck. Cub's eyes were falling shut, but he continued the battle of steadying his breathing before speaking.

"Hi, Snake. Fancy meeting you here?" he smiled sheepishly at K-Unit.

"Cub, what the **** are you doing here?!" Wolf practically shouted.

"That's classified." Alex said, seriousness added to his face.

"What?!" Wolf shouted.

"That's classified, I said."

"Why is it classified?! Tell us, N-"

"Wolf, shut up," Snake ordered. "We'll play 20 Questions later, but for now shut the hell up; Cub's not exactly in tip top condition, in case you haven't noticed."

Wolf was about to protest, but he saw the serious face on Snake he got when he was going into Medic-Mode, so he shut up.

"Cub. Cub, open your eyes." Snake commanded. Alex did as he was told. "How many people are in this room?"

"10, including me." Alex said without looking around.

"Are you dizzy? Sick? Cold? Hot? Numb?" Alex shook his head to everything.

"I'm fine."

"Snake, leave him, he says he's fine, he's fine. He'll probably have expert care from his rich parents when we get out of here." As soon as Cub was revealed to them, Wolf's concern had gone down a bit. He never really did like the kid, but now he's gone and done something stupid and got mixed up with the wrong people. Probably because he's so spoilt and dumb. Wolf scowled.

Alex glared at the floor while Snake gave Wolf a dirty look.

"Wolf, the kid's hurt-"

"No, I'm not I'm-" Alex tried to protest.

"Sh. So would you shut up and let go of your stupid grudge? So what if the kid has rich parents? What's he ever done to you?"

"Nothing! But he has rich parents, he's a spoilt brat, and he just needs to learn his lesson with some tough slaps in the face every now and then."

Suddenly, guards appeared at the door. They silently made their way around the cage, unlocking everyone's handcuffs. No one moved until they left, and then Snake and Tiger sprung into action, their medic training taken over. They made straight over to Alex and began assessing his injuries.

"I'm fine, seriously, don't worry." Both medics ignored Alex and laid him on his side, gently. Alex sighed but winced at the movement. Snake inspected his ribs, pressing gently on them, earning groans from Alex.

"Cub?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me how you were shot."

"It's classified." Alex stated blandly. Snake glanced up at him, still tending to his ribs. "I'm sorry. I can't. It's classified." Alex looked at him apologetically. "I don't know. Maybe I'll tell you. Depends how long we're here for."

"Hey, Snake," Tiger said. "Come 'ere a sec." He frowned down at Alex's back. Snake stepped over Alex and immediately winced at the burns all down Alex's pale back. "What shall we do with these? We ain't got no water for 'em and they look bloody painful."

"I'm not sure, I suppose we could just leave them and hope they give us some water," Snake shrugged. They had had all of their supplies confiscated, and only had their uniforms with them. Even their shoes were gone.

"Just leave them, they'll be fine," Alex made to sit up but nearly fell back when he was made aware of the pain in his shoulder. He cried out and gritted his teeth.

"What? What hurts?" Snake asked, concerned.

"My shoulder," Alex replied. On closer inspection, they saw it was dislocated, badly. Snake sighed.

"I'm sorry, Cub, it's dislocated. This'll hurt when we pop it back in place," he told the boy.

"It's ok; I've had it popped back in before"

"Without pain medicine?" Snake asked, distracted.

"Yeah."

Snake looked up at the teenager, surprised. What? Why had that been necessary?

"How come?" Tiger beat him to the question.

"I'm sorry, it's classified." Eagle took this as his opportunity to jump in.

"Awww come on, Cubbie! Why won't you tell us? We're your BFFS!" Eagle exclaimed, taking a seat next to Alex on the floor.

Alex winced as Eagle's arm brushed his dislocated shoulder. Snake noticed.

"Cub, it would probably best if we do it now." He turned to the others. "Who's the strongest here? Wolf? Are you willing to help him?"

Wolf was taken aback. He had no choice but to say yes to the question; after all Cub was a teammate. He approached Cub, and Cub looked up at him warily. Wolf was momentarily shocked. Cub's eyes did not belong on a child that young. They were the dead eyes of a soldier, not a- How old was Cub?

"Cub, how old are you?" he asked.

"14, why?"

"Just wondering," Wolf mumbled. 14? He was 14 and they already knew he had been shot, had a dislocated shoulder fixed without pain medicine, and he was way too calm for this to be his first kidnapping.

Wolf brushed it off. His dad was probably getting him mixed up in stuff. Serves him right, the spoilt brat.

Wolf bent down, knowing what he had to do from experience. He held Cub's non-dislocated arm down to his side, and held on to the kid's mid section. He noticed Cub flinched when his hand brushed over the bullet wound, but he didn't say anything. Wolf moved his hand anyway.

Snake gave Cub some cloth to bite down on while he popped it back.

"Ok... 1... 2... 3!" On the 3 Snake tugged at Cub's arm expertly and Wolf noticed the teenager didn't make a sound, but he squeezed his eyes shut. Cub was breathing heavily in his arms, and he let off some sort of growl when they heard the arm fall back into place.

Wolf let go at once, not wanting to fool the child into thinking he cared, and slumped down the wall. He couldn't help but pity Cub, though, when he tried to stand up. He stumbled, then ignored Tiger's and Snake's offers for assistance, but fell on Wolf's leg.

"Sorry," Cub mumbled. Wolf decided to try and wind the kid up.

"Oh, wow Cub! Good for you! You apologised!" he said spitefully."Who taught you that? Your mum or your dad? I bet it was neither, seeing as they probably don't have any manners themselves."

"Wolf, shut up." It was barely a whisper, but everyone heard what Cub said. This got Wolf even more wound up, and he stood up.

Wolf pushed the kid, not enough for him to fall over, but enough to cause severe embarrassment. He instantly regretted it when the child feebly held a hand over his bullet wound, in pain. Wolf ignored it, though.

"See? Didn't I say you had no manners? Obviously, because of your parents. Oh, I bet you've had a great childhood, getting whatever you wanted, not having to worry about getting into trouble, because your parents are too dumbass to say anything against their 'precious little baby!' Well, I hope SAS training has-" He stopped. Cub had tackled the man, pinning him to the floor. He held one arm over Wolf's neck, not enough to choke him, but enough to keep him down.

"My parents are dead, you complete asshole! My Godfather killed them when I was young. My Uncle looked after me until a few months ago, when he died. I thought he was a bank manager; turns out he worked for MI6. I was looked after by my American housekeeper, Jack, after he was killed. MI6 then blackmailed me into becoming an agent, and that is how I was shot, and how I ended up here, so think twice before you assume things of people you don't know!"

Cub let go of Wolf and slumped in the corner, drifting off to sleep. All other occupants of the cell were completely speechless, especially Wolf. They silently decided to go to sleep, and late in the night Wolf heard Cub crying quietly.

WOAH MEGA CHAPTER! Sorry if Wolf seems like an ass in this one, but he will get better! Next chapter probably the day after tomorrow, as I'm writing another story, as well.

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