"I hate traveling in the back of a U-Hall," Wolf muttered as he attempted to stand up for the third time and failed.

"Yeah, well, meet my father's standard way of traveling." Alex slumped down against the wall as he closed his eyes. Wolf saw him holding onto his arm, and Wolf sighed, knowing that he had to be in pain. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Wolf could do.

"How many times have you traveled by U-hall?"

"Oh, only about two or three. Normally he prefers to stuff me in the back of a trunk." Alex winced as he used his good arm to brush the hair out of his eyes.

Wolf smiled grimly. "You need a haircut, kid," he responded.

Alex shrugged. "My father hasn't gotten me anything I needed since… I don't know," he whispered. Wolf could see the kid starting to retreat back into himself again and sighed, wishing that he could be of some help, but knowing that he would be pretty much useless with all things medical.

"You're forgetting something, Kid," Wolf remarked, a thought running through his head. Alex blew the hair out of his eyes and looked at him.

"Alan Blunt isn't your father, Alex. The sergeant is. He may not be related to you, but he adopted you legally and he cares about you. That makes him more of a father than Alan Blunt ever was in my book."

Alex broke out in the first smile Wolf had seen on him since they had both been abducted. "Overstatement of the year award," he muttered.

Wolf smiled back. "Rest, kid. I got this shift."

Alex lowered his back against the wall of the U-hall and slept.

"I hate computers," Eagle grumbled as he paced restlessly while Snake and Don worked on making sure that the addresses Katakana had given were actually legitimate so that they didn't waste manpower by breaking down doors that didn't even exist. The first one was in Ohio; Don had called a swat team for that one.

The second one was in Oklahoma City.

The third one was extremely close to New York, and that was where Don Eppes said they were headed. To the Bronx. It would be interesting, to say the least.

"You'll have to borrow our gear," Don said apologetically to Eagle and Snake as they logged off of the computer. They just nodded. The SAS was adaptable. You had to be in law enforcement.

Fox was coming, too. Katakana was staying behind with his lawyer. They had found out that his real name was Michael Gladstone and he was wanted by the CIA for treason – before he'd ever joined the SAS. He was going to have a hard time talking his way out of that one, Eagle thought.

As the SAS men geared up in the locker room, Eagle voiced what they were all feeling. "I wish it wasn't too late to save Wolf," he said.

"We all wish it wasn't too late to save him," Fox responded, "but we can't focus on that now. If we focus on who we can't save, it will destroy us from focusing on who we can save – Alex."

"You sound like a walking psychology textbook," Snake muttered as he tied on the last of his shoes, choosing to remain quiet throughout the entire conversation.

"It's payback for all the times you sound like a walking medical textbook, my dear." With that, Fox lifted the FBI bullet proof vest over his head. "Feels weird wearing this."

"Just pretend you're an American," Eagle said with a smirk. "We do that all the time back at camp."

Fox and Snake turned to stare at him. "We do?"

"Well, you guys don't. I always pretended to be James Bond. Wait, was he British or American?"

Snake responded to Eagle's question by slapping him on the back of the head. "Don't call me 'my dear', Fox. I will pay you backfor that one later," he added.

"Oh, I'm scared," Fox retorted as he danced out the room. His mission was complete. He had gotten his team-mates to stop thinking about their fallen comrade. They would have to mourn for him later. If they mourned for him now, it would distract them from their current mission, which he knew that Wolf would not want.

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The SAS and the police were about two minutes from making their way inside when Eagle heard a car pull up. "Snake, did you hear that?" he hissed, pointing over towards the lone U-Hall that was there.

"That could be him. Fox, cover for us," Snake ordered, following Eagle to check on the unknown, mysterious vehicle. Fox nodded and kept his attention focused on the task at hand.

Slowly, Alan Blunt stepped out of the car. Eagle's mouth dropped open. He hadn't expected that the man would be so stupid as too –

"I see you over there!" Alan Blunt yelled. Eagle and Snake glanced at each other. Eagle raised his hands, not reaching for his gun. Snake, on the other hand, gripped his gun firmly and kept it pointed right at Alan Blunt.

"Take it easy, Mr. Blunt," Eagle responded. "We don't want to hurt you." Lies. They just didn't want to hurt him until they knew that Alex was okay.

"Yeah, that's what they all say." Suddenly, before Eagle could register what was happening, Alan Blunt had drawn his pistol and fired a shot. Eagle was standing right next to the spot where he fired and the bullet ricocheted off the pavement. Not even waiting to announce 'FBI', since Alan Blunt had known who they were, Snake took the shot and fired directly into Alan Blunt's heart, ending the man's life instantly.

Eagle felt for his pulse and swore when he found the man was dead. "You may have just killed our best shot at finding Alex!" he shouted. A few FBI agents had heard and were moving closer to them.

"Yeah, well, he was just about to kill you, too! Did you want me to have him shoot you?"

Eagle swore something under his breath and stalked over to the back of the u-hall, a plan forming in his mind. The back of the U-hall opened easily enough, and once they were able to see, Eagle gasped at what was inside. He knew from Snake's echoing cry of shock that he had seen the same thing.

It was Wolf and Alex – and Wolf was alive.

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Challenges:

So what happens next for Katakana? Do you think he's all bad, or do you think he still might have a little bit of good in him?

Do you think it's finally over with Alan Blunt?

What will happen to the SAS men and Alex now?

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