A/N: I hope you enjoy the update! Thanks to NightmareWorld for looking over this chapter.

"No!" Fox cried out, watching his comrade fall to the ground. Even though he hadn't known Katakana very much, he still didn't want to lose the man, or any of their team members. He closed his eyes, knowing that he would probably open them up to see his comrade dead on the floor, with nothing no-one could do about it, not even Snake. Fox closed his eyes and sucked in his breath, hearing the bullet slam into his friend's body.

Katakana cried out, and attempted to clutch his chest. He wasn't able too. His handcuffs prevented him from doing so. But there was no blood, nothing to indicate that he could have just been shot in the chest. Fox realized that the man must have been using a blank, and he swallowed hard, thanking God it wasn't a real bullet. He knew if it was a real bullet, Katakana would be dead. But what was the point of that little exercise?

The CIA member smirked. "That was just a little lesson," the man taunted as Katakana moaned and picked himself up, using his elbow to position himself from the floor. "We can do whatever we want. And that includes mock executions," the CIA man responded. He grabbed Fox by his shirt collar and pulled him up, hauling him against the gray, drab, concrete wall. Fox winced as he felt one of the old lacerations on his back touch the concrete.

"Did you just say no to me?" he added, glaring at Fox. Fox swallowed hard, knowing that yes, he did just say no. What was he supposed to say? The man had been about to execute his friend, for God's sake, or at least that was how it appeared.

"Leave him alone!" Wolf demanded angrily. He would have pushed himself up and launched an attack on the man, even with his handcuffs; if not for the fact that Snake was glaring at him evilly, and the fact that he knew he'd probably be killed.

"Oh, you care for this one, now, do you?" the CIA officer sneered. He flickered his lighter in front of Fox's face, and Fox swallowed hard. He knew he couldn't show his fear of flames. It wasn't so much that he was scared of fire as he was scared of being burned. "I guess I'll mark him first," he said, pressing the lighter against Fox's elbow.

Fox couldn't help the scream that escaped from his lips as the officer burned him with the BIC lighter. He could feel the flame against his skin. It felt like hell – Fox didn't really know how else to put it. He couldn't even think as the pain rippled through his body. And then, without any warning, he was shoved to the ground.

"Take this as a lesson," the CIA man responded. "We can, and will, do anything to you. And that includes killing you. You're guilty until proven innocent, here, and good luck proving your innocence. It's never happened before." With that, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Wolf's heart sank when he heard it lock shut.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex," Ian Rider cooed. He had finished his torture session with the feathered bird and was ready to move onto Alex now, especially since he'd received special instructions from Blunt. He'd basically been waiting for those while he was torturing Eagle. Usually, he didn't torture people quite as much as he was doing today, but hey, he'd been in jail for a long time, and hadn't been able to have as much fun as he was used to having. It was hard to torture people in jail and get away with it. People were such squealers.

Alex didn't back away from Ian. He'd learned long ago that was a bad idea. He settled on glaring at him instead.

"Oh, come on, Alex," Ian said. He reached out and ruffled Alex's hair, causing Alex to shy away this time. Alex felt the vomit rise in the center of his mouth. "Don't resist me," he added, backhanding Alex against the mouth. "You're mine," he added as he grabbed Alex by the arm and dragged him to the next room. It was probably the living room or something. Ian didn't really know.

"I hate you," Alex said suddenly, kicking against him. Ian just laughed and pushed back against Alex, the cigar stains on his teeth showing. He then, without warning, bit into Alex's arm, causing the boy to scream.

"You fucking pervert," Alex gasped out. Ian just laughed, knowing how much Alex hated it when he did that.

"Now, now, language, Alex," Ian said. He grinned as he saw the blood start to drain from Alex's wound. Oh, he so loved blood. "Now," he said, grabbing the boy by his blue shirt collar and dragging him towards the closet. He grinned, knowing the teenager was claustrophobic, and that the next 12 hours until Alan Blunt arrived would be hell for the teenager. "Your father is coming in a few hours, and he told me to just hold you tight until he got there, so this is what I'm doing."

"He's not my father!" Alex burst out angrily. "The sergeant is more of a father than he ever was - " With that, the door was slammed closed, and Alex was left bleeding in the pitch-black darkness of the closet.

The sergeant was not a happy man. Always a man of action, he was furious that Wolf hadn't checked in with him, hadn't given him a lead to go on. This wasn't like Wolf. Sure, maybe one of his other team leaders might go for two days without checking in, but Wolf was always OCD about that sort of thing. That was exactly why the sergeant had sent him on this mission. He sighed as he bowed his head in prayer, silently asking God for help. He needed answers, and quite frankly, he didn't know where else to turn.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" Jack asked as she slid into the other room. "Besides the obvious, I mean," she added as an afterthought.

"I haven't heard from Wolf," the sergeant responded. "He's always been so OCD about checking in before, and I expressly told him at least every 12 hours, at least."

"How long has it been since his last communication message?" Jack asked as she wrapped her arms around her husband.

"See, that's the other thing, too." The sergeant sighed as he stretched. "I sent him to the damn town, telling him to call me when he got there, to call me the second he realized what was going on. So far, there's nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"You're right," Jack responded. "That is absolutely not like Wolf." She exhaled forcefully. "Do you think that the law enforcement officers are really dirty?" she questioned anxiously.

The sergeant stared at Jack as if she'd suddenly said the moon was red. "Shit," he muttered as he got up. "Damn it. I bet you they got there, wanted to check out the house, and then they got into trouble because of the officers…"

Little did the sergeant know just how right he was.

Challenges as below. You do not have to answer them all, or any of them, just pick your favorite! Any review is a good review.

1. When will the sergeant discover "just how right" he is?

2. How badly wounded is Eagle?

3. Will anyone die in the duration of this fic, and if so, who?