Alex shuddered as he glanced at his father, who had suddenly appeared behind the door. If he didn't know his father better, he would almost say his father was supernatural of some sort. "Sorry," he said, rising instantly from the floor.

Wolf was instantly up as well. He'd been feigning sleep. He'd actually wanted to go to sleep but felt it would be better not to let his guard down. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid it and would eventually succumb to unconsciousness, but had wanted to stay awake now.

"Take a seat." Alan Blunt slid the door closed and looked at the two of them. "You're probably wondering why I brought you here."

As if, Alex thought with a sudden snort. "Hardly. I'm just wondering why you brought him along. He doesn't have anything to do with it."

"You're going to need a caretaker eventually, aren't you?" Alan responded. "Someone to care for your wounds and make sure you don't die on me. Can't have that. Besides, it will be fun to have someone around my age."

"Why do you want someone around who is your age?" Wolf asked, speaking up for the first time. Alex and Alan both turned and walked towards him.

"No reason." Alan smirked at that. "You won't know for awhile. You won't need to know, so don't worry about that. In the meantime, though," he said, sneering at Alex, "We have business to discuss."

Alex swallowed hard. "We do?"

"Yes, we do."

"I'm missing something here," Wolf said. He could see Alex visibly swallow. "What business do you have?"

Alan abandoned Alex for the moment, finding it much more interesting to focus on Wolf instead. "You know exactly what business I have."

"Then you have business with me, too, don't you?" Wolf responded. He figured that Alan was still pissed about Alex telling on his abuse. "Because I'm the one who believed him. I'm the one who made him tell his story."

Yeah, right. Alex knew that wasn't true, but didn't say a thing. In a way it was true; he'd believed Eagle, who had believed Alex. But why was he taking the blame? It was a catch-22 that didn't make sense to Alex.

Alan Blunt turned away from Alex to look at Wolf. "You made my son talk to you. So you're the one who started this shit," he said. His voice was cold and chilled Wolf to the bones.

Wolf just shrugged. "So if you have a problem with Alex," he said, conveniently forgetting to mention that it was Eagle who made him talk, "You have a problem with me."

"Then I certainly have a problem with you." Alan made his way over towards Wolf and shoved the muscled man back on the bed. Wolf stepped back and slid onto the sheets.

Nice going, Wolf. Piss off the crazy terrorist why don't you? Alex thought, exhaling forcefully as he closed his eyes.

Wolf pulled himself up on the bed a little. "Alex," Alan said, turning towards his son, "It's time you learned a lesson in how to torture someone effectively for information."

Shit. That was so not what he wanted to hear, Alex thought as he looked at Wolf. What could he do? He wasn't about to learn how to torture anyone. And especially not a K-Unit member who had helped him through so much already. Even if he thought that Wolf was a jackass that was no reason to torture the guy.

"You're crazy if you think I'm helping you," Alex said, steeling himself with false bravado.

"That's fine. You can watch. Why don't you take a seat on that chair there?" Alan said as he shoved his son towards the brown chair.

Alex winced but did as his father ordered. He knew that resisting would cause him to pay a higher price. He was just wondering how they could get out of this without seeing Wolf's skin chopped to pieces.

"You know," Alan said, "I know they teach you Resistance to Interrogation at Brecon Beacons, don't they?"

"And what if they do?"

"Then you'll be fun to break." Alan's smile made Alex feel like throwing up. "So… Tell me. What's your name?"

Wolf smiled. "Go to hell."

"Now, now. I'd rather you didn't use such language in front of my son." Wolf was sitting against the brown bedframe. Alex was sitting on a chair about a foot or two away from the bed. Alan grabbed Wolf's arm and smiled as he lifted up his short-sleeved shirt. "Tell me, do you think that the sergeant would like to see you covered in blood? Do you think he'd freak out about that? Do you think he'd like pictures?"

"He's seen worse," Wolf responded. He would have shrugged if he could have, but Alan was gripping Wolf's arm so tightly he could hardly move. He brought up the knife and rested it against Wolf's skin.

"Well, then we'll just have to make him scared," Alan said.

The torture session lasted for nearly half an hour, with Alan demanding to know Wolf's name. Wolf kept telling him no. It wasn't that he was so much worried about Alan getting his name, but he knew that once Alan got one thing from him, he would get a lot more from him.

"Stop it!" Alex finally screamed, seeing the blood dripping down Wolf's arm. Wolf's arm was now marred with various deep-cuts that were dashed all over. "Stop hurting him. He didn't do anything to you!"

"Oh, but that's the fun of it." Alan smiled as he released his grip on Wolf's neck and turned back to Alex, grabbing his son by the chin. "He stole you away from me," he said with a growl, "And that's the worst thing he could have done." Alex was sent back to the floor by one of Alan's punches.

"We're moving tonight," Alan said finally. He smiled, touching the blood on Wolf's arm. Wolf pulled away, and Alan's hand was covered in the blood. He took Wolf's blood and used it to trace a line on Alex's face. Alex shivered and pulled away, crying out when Alan pinned him against the wall.

"Be ready to move or I swear that I will kill you both and hang you upside down." With that, Alan stormed out of the room, leaving Wolf covered in blood and Alex terrified.

Eagle slid across the seat from his former friend and stared him in the eyes. Don Eppes, head of the FBI Special Crimes Unit, leaned back against the wall, watching to see where Eagle would take this conversation. "So you worked with Alan Blunt."

Katakana shifted back comfortably. "I already told you I didn't work with him. I worked for him only as an undercover agent. My true duty lies within the CIA."

"How long were you serving within Brecon Beacons?" Eagle asked. "I know you weren't there the whole time."

"I did come in late. You can ask the sergeant for the exact details."

"I know I can ask the sergeant, but I'm asking you. What day did you come in?" Eagle pressed.

"I came in about two weeks after you did."

"Right when Cub stayed there, huh?" Eagle said. His voice was laced with disgust. "You were put there by Alan Blunt."

"Ya think?" Katakana said with a roll of his eyes.

"Why were you chosen for the mission to help track Cub down?"

"Because I cared about him. Look, I'm the good guy here. Don't patronize me like this. Go after Alan Blunt – he's the piece of shit you really should be concerned about."

"Yeah, I'm trying to. That's why I need to talk to you. So, when you called for help because Fox was bleeding, did you have an idea of where Alan was going to go next?" Don raised his eyebrows. If Eagle wasn't a British citizen, he would consider hiring him for the Special Crimes Squad. He had good interrogation skills.

Katakana leaned forward. "You going to call the CIA if I do that?"

"Already done," Don said. He stepped forward and leaned into the seat. "They said they never heard of anyone with your name, the code name you gave me, or the man who was in charge of the project. So why don't you try again?"

Katakana's figure slumped down. "It was worth a try," he said with a tired sigh. "You know, I did try and help Fox. I didn't want him to die."

"It wasn't really worth a try, Katakana! We wasted time and research to figure out if we'd have to save your sorry ass. Maybe if we hadn't wasted that time, Wolf wouldn't have been killed and we'd have found Alex already. Do you know any other places within America that Alan Blunt owns or would have access too?" Eagle said. He crossed his arms and waited for Katakana's reply.

Challenges:

So, what will Katakana's reply be?

Will Wolf and Alex be moved, or will they manage to escape before then? If they are moved, where will they be moved? How much longer will Alan be able to hold them hostage?