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Jensen's Petunia

The men were ready to go home. They were waiting in the clearing for their transportation. Salvador was sedated and laying in the jeep. They had not moved him since placing him there. For the first time in Loser history, a mission had gone completely according to plan.

Roque and Pooch had placed the explosives around the north and west sides of the fortress. Cougar and Clay had placed the explosives around the south and east sides of the fortress. Jensen had stayed with the jeep monitoring the transmissions coming from within. Any guards they had come into contact with had been dealt with swiftly and silently.

Once the explosives had been placed the men fell back to get ready to intercept Salvador. Pooch, Cougar and Jensen took up defensive cover-fire positions while Pooch readied his finger on the trigger that would activate the explosives. Clay and Roque hid themselves as close as they could to where Salvador's transport would exit the jungle.

The men had decided to try and get Salvador before the fortress guards even knew what was going on. Then they would blow the explosives if they needed to use a distraction to get away.

Pooch and Jensen had shot out the transport's tires while Cougar, Clay and Roque had taken out Salvador's escort. Roque sedated Salvador and then loaded him into the back of the Jeep where Roque could keep guard over him. Pooch and Clay settled into the front seats while Jensen and Cougar climbed in behind them. Cougar readied himself in case his rifle was needed to expedite their getaway.

Pooch had just started to drive away as a commotion could be heard coming from the fortress. Apparently the abandoned convoy and dead guards had been spotted. Without hesitation, Clay pushed the button that triggered the explosives. He was tired of this damn mission and just wanted to get his men home.

So now they were back at their campsite waiting for the chopper that would take them home. Roque had just checked Salvador and saw that he was still heavily sedated. Pooch and Cougar had just finished making sure that the supplies they would be taking with them were properly packed and ready to go. Clay was on the radio with the chopper pilot discussing their eta.

The only loser not doing anything was Jensen. At least not anything physical. His mind however was running at warp speed. He couldn't stop thinking about the information he had discovered the other night. Now that the mission was completed and they would be on their way home soon, he could let himself feel the shock at what he had learned.

Cougar was the first to realize that Jensen was upset. He saw his compañero (mate) sitting upon the tree that they had been using as a table. The tan hacker was paler than usual. Something was definitely on his mind.

Cougar cautiously made his way over to Jensen. If Jensen was deeply entranced in his thoughts, the sniper didn't want to startle him. As he arrived at the overturned tree, he sat down next to Jensen.

The others noticed how Jensen was as soon as they saw Cougar head over to him. As Cougar took Jensen's hand in his, the others made their way towards them.

Jensen looked up as soon as he felt Cougar touch him. Cougar was sitting beside him, Pooch had taken a seat on the ground near Jensen, Clay was standing a few feet in front of Jensen and Roque was leaning against the front of the jeep.

"What bug crawled up your ass Jensen?" Leave it to Roque to get the conversation started.

Burro. (Jackass.) If it wasn't for the look on Jensen's face, Cougar would have broken Roque's nose for being a total, uncouth ass. Although, if he wasn't, how would we recognize him?

Jensen took his time answering. That, in itself, was worrisome. But the trembling of his lips right before he began talking added to their agitation. "The other night, the night we planned the mission-" He couldn't bring himself to say the night he came out of subspace after what had happened with Wolfe. "I woke up sometime in the night-"

"One a.m." Cougar supplied Jensen with the time that Jensen slipped out of his arms.

"You knew? What am I saying? Of course you knew. But you did sleep right? You were asleep before I moved weren't you? You can sleep?" Jensen had to make sure that he really had proven that Cougar had the ability to sleep.

"Of course I can sleep. I just sleep better when you're in my arms." Cougar winked at Jensen.

"Aww. That's so sweet. Can we get on with this please?" Roque was grinning as he gruffly continued. "Before the chopper gets here?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Anyway I woke up from a nightmare…" Jensen paused as he saw how tense Cougar became at the word nightmare. When the Spaniard didn't say anything Jensen continued cautiously. "I had to have some answers. So I turned on Bethany and started looking."

The men all smiled at the name of Jensen's computer. He named all of his electronics. Usually after someone he cared about. Bethany was named in honor of Analicia's middle name.

"Looking for what J-man?" Pooch was watching Jensen carefully. He didn't want to cause the blonde any more pain but if it helped Jensen to get it out, he would listen. No matter how much talking Jensen did.

"I needed answers. About Wolfe. I needed to know how much of what he told me was truth and how much of what he told me was bullshit." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I found out that and much more."

Cougar smiled to himself as Jensen was talking. Without realizing it, Jensen had snuggled himself in Cougar's arms.

Nestled against Cougar's side, Jensen continued with his story. "The other day, as we were collecting the firewood, Wolfe had been telling me a story about his life. You know, stuff like where he was born, how he got in the military, the important people in his life. Stuff like that. And it turns out that most of it had indeed been a story."

Jensen wrapped his arms around Cougar's waist and rested his head on Cougar's shoulder. "He was born in Cuba. And his parents were murdered when he was a kid. But he didn't have a grandmother in New Jersey. He was raised by an uncle in New York who never really had anything to do with him."

Roque muttered, "Poor baby."

"So he got into a lot of trouble." Jensen went on. "But he became a very proficient killer, which is how he was recruited to the military. A special program facility with the code name Harvest Moon took him and trained him to be even more deadly. They also tried erasing any evidence that he ever existed. They did a pretty good job too, just not good enough to stop me from finding it."

They all smiled at Jensen's cockiness. It reminded them of the past. It might take him a while to deal with all that had happened the past few days, but at least the healing had already started and was shining through.

"He didn't have a boyfriend named Rafi that was killed. But there was a hand-to-hand combat expert that he trained with while at the facility whose partner was named Rafi. According to the unofficial 'incident' report, they called it a fucking incident but I saw the pictures. It was horrible. And I mean horrible. Worse than what we saw in Budapest. Worse than what we saw in Istanbul. Much worse than what we saw in Cairo."

Jensen was working himself up. Cougar tried to calm him down by rubbing his back while intermittently squeezing him tightly against the sniper's side. He could understand why Jensen would be upset. The places that Jensen had brought up had been horrible missions. Lots of pain, fear, blood and death. Those places had been the worst missions of their military career. Successful, yes. They had gotten the men responsible for such tragedy but it didn't ease the memories of what they had seen.

"Jake."

Jensen looked to Cougar.

"Right. Right. Well, Wolfe didn't like being second best to Rolph Chekov. That was the hand-to-hand combat expert. In fact, according to the report, Wolfe always referred to Chekov as being second best compared to him. Anyway, Wolfe wanted to get back at Chekov for being the best and wanted to cause him as much pain as he possibly could."

Cougar could feel Jensen becoming tense once again. He knew what Jensen was about to reveal to them.

"So he…he waited until Chekov was on a mission and then attacked his partner, Rafi. He raped and tortured him for days. Even after Rafi had passed away from the pain and blood loss, Wolfe still continued to rape and mutilate his body."

Jensen shuttered. "Then he stole the ring that represented Chekov's and Rafi's relationship from his finger. The military didn't know what he had done with it but I saw it. He wore it on the chain that was around his neck."

Jensen started shaking his head. He was having a problem wrapping his head around what he was about to say. "After everything Wolfe did the military just cleaned up and sold Chekov's house, paid for Rafi's burial and transferred Chekov to a different facility. Apparently there are quite a few around the US and even a couple situated around the world."

"More than that Jensen." Roque knew that the military never reported true numbers of anything they had, especially if it was as important as this facility apparently was to them. So if Jensen had only found a few, there was probably twice more than that.

"And all they did to Wolfe was perform a psych eval which-"

"Which was found to be normal." Clay finished Jensen's story for him.

"Yeah." Jensen said in astonishment.

Pooch was dying of curiosity. "Why did the military do nothing after all this happened?"

Roque snorted.

Clay answered Pooch. "Because Wolfe was a proficient killer who didn't hesitate to do what sane men wouldn't."

The losers all looked above them as they could hear the whirl of the chopper blades getting closer to them. It was time for them to go home.

TBC in Epilogue 1.