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Chapter 7

Benji got to his feet as fast as he could. That was a very bad decision, as he started to feel nauseous at once, and his arm hanging lifelessly by his side caused shots of agony through his body every time it moved. On the other hand, standing up was the best decision he could have possibly made.

The door burst open, and two men went in. Nothing special, just your ordinary goons with guns. They paid little to no attention to him and walked straight to Mike who looked terrified and completely lost.

"Okay, your time has come now," one of them said quite menacingly, approaching the man. The other goon stood next to Benji with his back turned to the agent. His gun was simply poked under his belt. These idiots had to be the most stupid thugs he had ever dealt with. It didn't take long for Benji to think what to do.

With a single swift movement he grabbed the gun. The goon turned to face him only to catch a well placed and quite hard punch to the jaw with the hand holding the weapon. As the man fell to the floor, Benji aimed the gun at the one next to his friend, frowning in pain from all those moves and fighting the dizziness and dark spots dancing in front of his eyes. The guy could do nothing but raise his hands.

"Mike, take his gun," Benji hissed. The other prisoner just stared at him with his mouth wide open.

"Just do as I say, Mike!" the ex-technician raised his voice.

Just as his friend began to obey and moved his hand towards the weapon, the first guard was standing up. His vision blurry, Benji noticed it only when the man launched himself for an attack, knocking the gun from his hand. However, Benji reacted in a reflex, bending his arm, knocking the man in the face with his elbow and, when even that wasn't enough as the guy still launched forward, throwing him down to the floor, making him do a somersault in the air. Not bad, considering he could only use one arm. Having made sure his opponent was unconscious the agent began to bend down to take the gun but froze midway.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the other guard had his gun pressed against Mike's temple, his free hand holding the poor guy restrained. Now it was Benji's turn to rise his hands (well, one hand actually) up.

"Back away," the agent obeyed, stumbling backwards before hitting the wall lightly. The goon made his way to his partner, still holding Mike in his grip. Having reached his destination, he pushed his hostage forward and wrapped his arm around the other goon, still pointing his gun at the prisoners. He dragged his colleague to the door, locking it securely behind them.

The blood loss and exhaustion had finally caught up on agent Dunn and he sat down on the floor. He remembered it happening before during the last mission. Back then Brandt had been with him. And Jane and Ethan, too. Despite being in pain and feeling bad for his friend who had shot him (Brandt's guilt issues were a thing of legends at IMF), he had felt safe. His friends had had him. They had taken care of him. Now everything was completely different.

"That was amazing!" Mike still sounded scared but his broken mind decided he should free his childish excitement first. Benji literally felt pain every time his friend spoke because he was nothing like the Mike he had known. Whatever they had done to him had destroyed him, his mind, his soul, his personality. Now he seemed to have turned into a 10-year old. Benji hoped it was the worry, and expected the man to get to at least the state he had been in when the agent had woken up. "How did you do that? I mean, when… where did you learn…"

"Self defense classes," Benji breathed without turning his head.

"And he looked like he believed you would shoot him," Mike went on. "You looked pretty convincing. He didn't guess you don't have it in you to kill someone".

Benji shrugged, not answering that statement. He couldn't just say "Actually I have killed a few people, but it was all for the greater good", could he?

His wound was making him worry. He needed to a hospital, as he was beginning to fear he was very likely to get an infection. His arm was a thing of concern, too, as he could barely feel it. At the back of his head there was a thought telling him he might never be able to use it again. That is, if he lived long enough to need it. The way those two guys had left without taking what, or better to say who they had needed, was a relief as it gave some time. However, they were clearly just as surprised that a former nerdy Oxford student had hand-to-hand skills of a… well, of a trained secret agent, as Mike was. No doubt they'd want to know more about it. He let his head rest against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut.

"So, how have you been doing all these years?" Mike was much calmer now, and Benji felt thankful at least for that.

"I think we should leave it for later," he answered softly as his mind was racing and he was doing his best not to start babbling like he usually did when nervous. One thing was when he was among other agents, but now he couldn't reveal too much. Maybe he should accept the offer and chat about some nonsense instead.

"What if there is no later?" Mike asked with a bitter smile. Benji felt his vision blur. He fell silent, trying to think of a story which would require the least amount of lies, when he heard another set of footsteps getting closer. This time there were definitely more than two people.