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"Skipper?"

He didn't answer him. Instead, a smile appeared and he dipped down, brushing his lips against the Briton's cheek. A shiver rippled through his body as the other hovered over him and nipped him here and there.

"S, Skipper...?"

Warm hands scorched him as they began to wander. One resting on his hip and the other slipping under the fabric of his shirt.

"Pri... you're so smooth." He said, running his finger tips along the surface of his stomach. Private gave a soft moan and arched into the touch, his eyes fluttering.

"And your neck... it's smooth too." Skipper said in a slight growl before grazing his teeth against the pale skin. Private's fingers twitched as they came up and grabbed his upper arms, his breathing growing heavy.

What was going on?

The question seemed to turn hazy as Skipper ground down on his hips, making him cry out.

"W, Wait... What are you-"

Lips met his own in a needy kiss. Hot and hungry. Rough and desperate.

"Private?"

Green eyes snapped open, only to see light blue ones looking down at him.

"S, Skipper?"

"Private, you feeling alright? You were thrashing in your sleep just now." He said, reaching over and brushing away the strands of dark hair that stuck to the sides of his head. Private could feel heat rise to his face, but was thankful that the room was dark.

"I, I was just... having a bad dream. Sorry for waking you up."

"Don't worry about it, just try to get some sleep for tomorrow."

Tomorrow.

Private gave a nod and closed his eyes, listening as the American climbed back up onto his mattress.

Tomorrow was when everything was going to start. He had to sleep.

As if he could go back to sleep after waking up from seeing that.

The Briton shook his head, trying to shoo the thoughts away. He would need every bit of energy for tomorrow.

"Rico, I think you should leave that in our room." Kowalski said, eyeing the lifesize Barbi doll. Rico stopped his brushing and turned to the scientist, his eyebrow raised.

" 'Eally?"

"Yes really, it might... go missing." The tall note taker said, choosing his words carefully. He glanced over tot he Scottsman, and felt his eyebrows go up when he saw the painful expression on Rico's face as he gazed at the doll.

"M'yah, Ah' put'way."

Kowalski watched as the tall redhead take the doll gingerly and put her into the closet.

He knew the redhead didn't use it for seedy needs, thank god, but why would there be such an attachment to a doll like her when there was no trace of interest in other feminine things? It wasn't like Rico went out to buy nailpolish or something, and he was constantly in the gym working out, so what could've happened to make him develop a liking to dolls?

He shook his head; it was starting to feel like a crime, thinking about why a man like Rico loved Dolls.

"Well, 'ould 'e go?" He said, turning around and facing the other. Kowalski blinked, snapping himself back to reality.

"Uh, yeah, we should get going."

The two made their way out of the room and upstairs to the main base. Making sure he had everything he needed on him, Kowalski pulled out his mobile and rang Private.

"... Hello?"

"Hullo Kowalski."

"Rico and I are moving in, are you ready?"

"Yeah, Skipper and I are in our positions."

"Alright, we'll be moving in so expect us in eight minutes."

He heard the Brit give an answer before snapping his phone shut. Turning to the Scott, he motioned him to get over to the club. It was a brisk-two-block walk. They got to the front entrance and flashed their IDs before going in. Kowalski looked around in the dim light, looking for the way towards the back. It was still six in the after noon, but music bounced off the walls and people lingered in scattered groups.

"The only possible route would be that one." He said in a low voice, eyeing the corridor where the restrooms were. They walked down in and past the washrooms and rounded the corner, Rico looking up at the security cameras. It wasn't long before they were standing in front of a large oak door, engraved with patterns of flowers and leaves. The red head stepped in front of Kowalski and pushed the heavy doors open, meeting the smell of insense as it waft by them.

"I could've opened it myself."

"Mm."

He rolled his eyes as he walked inside, glancing across the room. There wasn't much here, but there were three doors. The farthest one to the right had a normal door, the one next it it as well, and the last door, the farthest to the left was a large door.

"Rico, I'll take a look at those two doors, so you go for the biggest one."

"N'ja."

Kowalski walked over to the first door, only to find two brooms, a mop and a bucket.

The next one was a coat closet.

"Did you find anything Rico? ... Rico?"

He took a look at the third door, only to find it wide open and find Rico gone. CLosing the second door, he walked through the large door and looked around, only to see the beefy man leaning against one of the walls. When he caught sight of the scientist, he motioned him over.

"What is it?"

"L'stn."

Kowalski leant over and did so, and soon heard something he couldn't exactly distinguish.

"Do you think...?"

"Mhm. St'nd b'ck." Rico grunted and he stood up straight. Pulling out what looked like a sledgehammer from God Knows Where, he took one good swing at the wall before having it crack and crumble. A grin pulled at the right side of Rico's mouth at the result, and he repeated the process, revaling what was on the other side of the wall.

Kowalski's eyes widened when he saw the writhing bodies of young girls on the floor. A foul stench made his eyes water and he could only cover his nose as he pulled out his phone to call Private.

Part one complete. Now if something would take the bait and lead the four closer to what they were looking for.

I'm so tired... I stayed up all nigth completing two new chapters for my other fic, and now I finally got around to doing this. I'm not going to look for any spelling/grammar mistakes, so just bear with them for this chapter. Maybe the next chapter will be in better shape.