A/N: Dedicated to Torn Apart Paper Dinosaur, who did the challenges. So... Be sure to answer them!
It was quiet. Too quiet, really, Fox thought as he awoke from his sleep. He felt like he had been drugged, but he couldn't be certain. He checked his hands. They were not bound. Neither were his legs. Shakily, he pushed himself up off the floor, looking around the area. What had happened?
Then it hit him at once. Katakana being shot and dying. There was no way anyone could have survived that much blood loss. His yelling at them not to shoot Katakana. Wolf's pleading. If nothing else, he'd discovered that Wolf could actually plead, should the situation determine it. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about the incident and attempted to shove it to the back of his mind.
Pushing himself up using his hand, Fox surveyed the room. He was alone. Wolf, Snake, and Eagle had all been removed, which made Fox worried for his safety. Either that, or he had been removed, which made him worried for his own safety. He saw the security camera that was watching him, and sighed. So they would know he was awake.
Great, so much for the super-spy routine of "just don't open your eyes and no-one will be able to know you're awake," he thought to himself. Closing his eyes again, he slumped against the wall. If there was a security camera there, it meant he was being watched as well and that there was no point of darting for the door, it would only bring himself pain.
Sure enough, five minutes later, a man came in the room, his face red. Fox felt like he should know him from somewhere. Then it hit him.
Alan Blunt, Alex's father, formerly the world leader of the renowned MI6. Not anymore. No he didn't know who was in charge of MI6 and didn't really care too. He would never join them now.
If it even mattered anymore; he might not even make it out of this situation alive. Suddenly, his face stung, as if he was being slapped. He blinked awake, forcing his eyes to open. Why the hell was he so tired? He had to have been drugged.
"Well, well, lookie who we have here," Katakana sneered.
Except it couldn't be Katakana, because Katakana was dead. So who the hell was standing here?
They needed a plan.
Wolf had one.
It probably wasn't a good plan, but that didn't matter. All they needed was for it to work.
"Ready?" Wolf hissed, hearing the men down the hallway. They had been locked in a rook that had cement walls and a brown, rusty door that left them no chance to escape.
Well, not unless they did something about their situation, that was. None of the K-Unit men were men who were willing to just simply lie down and roll with their captors… not even Alex.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Eagle whispered. He was back by Snake. Knowing they couldn't rush out all three of them, they had to settle for a second-rate plan. But if it would work…
The door opened, and Wolf moved. "We need help. He's bleeding," he said, pointing to Snake. "He's bleeding and he's unconscious. We need a first aid kit, now!"
"Sit!" The first man barked. When Wolf didn't do as he commanded, he made a move to shove him down – and then all hell broke loose.
Snake, who had apparently only been pretending to be unconscious, launched a full-scale attack, taking out one of the men with a massive kick. Eagle looked at him in shock for about a second, then launched himself into the fight. The two men were down instantly.
"Eagle," Wolf commanded, "Grab his shirt and tie him up. Snake, I don't know what the hell you were planning, but nice work. And don't ever scare the shit out of me like him again. Get the second dude's gun."
"Why don't I get a gun?" Eagle whined as he finished tying the man's hands. He really didn't care, there was no point in arguing, but… "We need to get out of here," he added.
"We're going." Snake clanged the door shut behind them before launching out the weapon. "Don't look at me like that, Wolf. I'll explain as soon as I get away and we talk to the sergeant. Deal?"
"Deal," Wolf grumbled as they crawled through the silent area. Wolf almost had a heart attack when someone appeared, but then slinked down the hall, apparently not noticing the men.
A few minutes later – minutes that seemed to drag on for hours – and they were out into the sunlight. Wolf breathed an exhale of relief, shoving his gun in his pocket. "We need to get away from the area. Now."
"What about Fox and Alex?"
"We'll get back to them. Look, Eagle, there's three of us and God knows how many men there. I know I like challenges but I don't like that much of a challenge. God! Don't look at me like that, they aren't dead, we'll get them back."
Eagle remained silent as the three men wordlessly walked through the streets.
The sergeant wasn't happy.
He was pissed.
Twenty-four hours with no leads on his son had passed. Forty eight hours. Seventy-two. He couldn't afford to let more time crawl by. A New York agent said that he would be happy to help with the case, luckily, and his team had been in at the time. An FBI agent, some man called Don Eppes, his younger brother Charlie – some kind of a math genius – two other men, and a woman.
"We need primates around the house where Alex was going too," Charlie said, pointing to the map as he leaned over the table. "In seventy-two hours, they could have gotten to Australia, but I don't think they'll go that far."
"Why not?" Don questioned.
Charlie pointed at the sergeant. "Tyler – that's your name, right? - has his son here. Alan Blunt, MI6 mastermind, will probably be wanting something from you. Has he asked for anything?"
Tyler shook his head. "No. My fear is that he's so hell bent on injuring his son that he'll go to the ends of the earth to do it."
"A justified fear," Don muttered. "Okay. So what do we have? We have someone who's so bent on torturing his son that he'll do anything to torture him. We have someone who's willing to pose as police officers to stay one step ahead of the law. And we have…"
"Three very pissed off SAS men who would like to speak to their boss." Colby ducked his head into the room. "Tyler, do the codenames Wolf, Snake, and Eagle sound familiar? They wouldn't give me their real names."
"Yes," Tyler responded, looking at the man in amazement, as if he had just said that cows came in a new color – purple. "Take me too them."
"Who the hell is SAS again?" Don could be heard mumbling as Colby lead the man to his comrades, who were in the NYPD war room.
"SAS is the British Military secret ops. Sort of," Colby explained. "What? Don't look at me like that. You know I'm into that war stuff."
"You're weird," Don muttered as he walked into the room.
Maybe now they could get a lead.
Alex groaned as he awoke. He blinked twice, not really believing what he was seeing. Where the hell was he? He certainly wasn't in Kansas, anymore. Smiling at the unbidden line from the movies he used to watch with Mrs. Blunt, the movies his father would never let him see, he peered at the door.
Moving off of his bed – wow, he got an actual bed this time, not a cot, how did that happen? A mix-up? – he opened the door.
Or at least tried too. It was locked.
Sighing, Alex glanced at the room. There was nothing else in it besides the bed – oh, now, wait, there was the cot, that was probably for him – and a few clothes piled by the door. He inspected them closer. Two different sizes.
So he was to stay here, him and someone else. Who? He sincerely doubted it would be his father. The man never wanted to see him, not unless he was punishing him. Unbidden, thinking of the word "father" brought pangs to Alex's heart. Tyler and Jack had been more of a family than he'd ever been. Trying not to wonder if he would ever go back to Tyler – when there was a will, there was a way – Alex glanced up at the door. He tried to turn it with his right arm, and winced. Damn, that must have been the one his father had broken. That would make things more interesting…
The door opened, knocking Alex back.
Fox was roughly shoved into the room by another man. "You're allowed to stay in here for awhile, but don't get too comfortable," the first man taunted. He didn't understand the reference, but instead watched as the door slammed and rushed over to Fox.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, watching as the man pushed himself up. Or at least, as he attempted too.
"Yeah," Fox responded, breathing a bit heavily, "Just peachy."
"Who was that guy?"
"Don't ask." Fox shivered.
It was true: Katakana had, through magic, either faked his own bloody death or come back to life, and he was here to help Ian and Alan Blunt torment Fox and Alex.
Their situation looked bleak, and their fate looked sealed – like a dark, gray tombstone.
1) How is K-Unit going to get Fox and Alex back?
2) What part will Katakana play with torturing?
3) When will Alan and Ian come back?