Right, so this story used to be Put the Guns Down and a one-shot. However, it is now Questions Answered and a three-shot. To everyone who reviewed/favorite storied/story alerted- thanks. And now, part two of this now three-shot.

A Bloody Gang War?

Donald Davids was walking home when it happened. He was taking a risk by walking through a tough neighborhood to get there, as he was eager to get home to his warm bed after going on a hard mission and being debriefed. So, he took the risk that he normally wouldn't take.

It wasn't that bad tough wise, but in the amount? There were a good three or four gangs hanging around that area, so most people stayed clear. But Snake was in the SAS. He could take a risk. And when the night was over, he was glad he had.

It was well past midnight when Snake heard the moan. Pausing mid-step, he moved towards where the sound was coming from- behind a rusting dumpster.

When he got there, he slipped behind it as best as he could to find a teenage boy, probably about the age of sixteen or so, bleeding from numerous bullets to the right leg, right arm, and right side of his body. Obviously, someone favored shooting the kid's right side.

Shaking his head to clear it of any unnecessary thoughts, Donald quickly got out his cellphone and dialed 911*.

When it was answered he quickly told the operator where he was and what was wrong.

When this was done, Snake moved towards the boy as quickly as he could what with the limited space.

"Hey," he whispered, touching the boy softly on his uninjured arm. "Can I move you out of here?" While it might aggravate the wounds, there was no way Snake could work in there while waiting for the ambulance. It was just too small of a space, and it would make work for the paramedics easier as well.

The boy's eyes opened to stare at him. "Snake?" The hoarse voice asked.

"Wha- How do you know that?" Snake demanded.

"So it is you." The boy said, chuckling softly. "Yeah, you can move me out. By the way, the name's Cub."

"Cub?" Donald gasped, shocked. It couldn't be. The last time he saw Cub, he had been fine. Good grief, he had been better than fine- Cub had been stopping a bank robbery in the Royal and General Bank, MI6's cover. And yet, he could see it now in the bone structure of the teen's face. He was Cub.

Growling angrily to himself, Snake started maneuvering Cub out, only to stop at, "Ouch! A little more careful, please." Cub gasped, wincing as his injured leg banged into the dumpster.

"Sorry," Donald muttered, then asked, "Where are you injured?"

"I've been shot in the leg, arm, and side, I have several broken ribs, and someone used me as a punching bag to vent his feelings." Was the reply.

Wincing, Snake asked, now tearing his t-shirt to bits to use as bandages, "How did you get like this?"

"MI6. They decided to send me on another mission." Came the curt response.

Frowning, the SAS soldier remarked, "Funny. Last I saw you, I could have sworn that this was the last job you wanted."

"It is." Cub growled. "Unfortunately, I keep finding myself on them with almost no clue as to how to I got there."

Snake nodded, then asked, "What was it this time?" While this wasn't exactly the time or place to do so, he was curious and it would distract Cub from the pain in his wounds.

Wincing as Snake tightened the bandages around his arm, Cub said gruffly, "SCORPIA has an arms dealer group disguised as a gang. I was sent into a gang nearby to spy on them. Unfortunately, while they had been okay together when I first went undercover, a gang war started. Then this happened."

"A bloody gang war?" Davids gasped, angry. "What was MI6 thinking?"

Cub frowned and asked, "Are you referring to blood or are you cursing?"

Donald frowned as well and admitted, "I don't know." He was about to say more when an ambulance pulled into the alley and paramedics leapt out and began tending to Cub.

"What happened?" one of them asked, pulling Snake aside as his colleagues worked.

Snake shook his head and told him, "Gang war." He didn't know what the man's clearance, if he had any, was, so he couldn't say more.

Nodding, the paramedic said, "We'll take him in to St. Dominic's as it's closest and most equipped to deal with this. Once there, the doctors can get the full story."

Snake nodded as well and said, "I'll come in the ambulance with you, if you don't mind."

The man frowned, and Donald pressed, "I've been trained as a medic and have a doctors degree. I can help."

This did the trick, and they were on their way.

* * *In the hospital* * *

Once they got to the hospital, Snake headed for the bathroom to clean up. He was covered in blood and anxious to get it off.

Once he had cleaned up to the best of his abilities, Donald took out his cellphone and dialed Fox's number. After their last run-in, they had exchanged numbers.

Conversation:

"Hello?"

"Fox? This is Snake."

"Oh, hey, Snake. What are you-"

"You need to come to St. Dominic's right away."

"What? Why? What happened?"

"Cub's in surgery now."

"Why? And how do you know?"

"I'll explain when you get here. I'm assuming you can come?"

"Yes. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Great. Bye."

"Bye."

:End Conversation

Hanging up, Davids then dialed Wolf's number. Technically, Cub was still part of their unit, and he would want to know.

Conversation:

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hey, Wolf. It's Snake."

"Snake? What are you doing, calling me at this hour? It's after bloody one in the morning."

"I know. I just thought-"

"Obviously you didn't think, or you wouldn't have called me. You know I'm not a morning person, and I'm not one of those guys who stay awake all night."

"Yes, but it's about Cub."

"What?"

"He's in surgery at St. Dominic's right now. I thought you would want to know, seeing as he's still part of K-Unit."

"Yes. I'll be right there. Bye."

"Bye."

:End Conversation

Snake stared at the phone when he had hung up. He didn't know how Wolf did it, going from almost asleep to wide awake so fast. Shaking his head, he dialed Eagle's number. Might as well gather the whole unit.

Conversation:

"Hello? yawn Who is this? yawn"

"Eagle! Wake up!"

"Wha? Snake? What are you-"

"Get down to St. Dominic's."

"Sorry, but I don't know a saint or a Dominic."

"The hospital."

"Huh? Oh, I knew that. Why?"

"Cub. I'll explain more later. Bye."

"Bye?"

:End Conversation

Donald growled as he headed for the reception room. Eagle was even worse than Wolf in the morning.

* * *thirty minutes later* * *

Snake looked up from his hands as Wolf, Eagle, and Fox all came through the doors.

"Right," Wolf said, flopping down in the chair next to him. "What's going on?"

Snake explained to the best of his abilities, and when he had finished, muttered under his breath, "I guess this answers that question."

"What question?" Fox asked.

"I've been wondering if Cub gets hurt on missions ever since that episode a few months ago," Davids explained, "this answered it."

*I don't know if this is the emergency number in England, I'm guessing, so forgive me if it isn't.

I know that this isn't finished yet plot wise, but it will be in What Was I Yelling?, part three to Questions Answered. However, it is finished chapter wise.

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