**** THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ACTS OF EXTREME VIOLENCE AND DRUG USAGE - please be forewarned ****
During the night the captors came in three times to inject Steve. As they left the last time, Matt noticed the beginning of daylight as the door shut. He whispered to Steve, "Soon Steve…..it's daylight"
"It's Thursday Matt?"
"Ssshhhh…..yeah, soon okay"
The look of anger in the SEAL's eyes terrified Matt as Steve simply stated, "I'm ready"
Matt kept his eyes trained on Moreno as Steve stirred restlessly on the cot. About an hour passed before the other thugs came back down the stairs. Sebastian Cordoba looked over at his captives stating to Pedro Ocinco and Bruno Alvarez, "Tie him back up while we're gone"
Ocinco spoke up, "No just leave him. He ain't been no trouble"
"And I don't WANT any trouble from him, now tie him up"
"NO" Pedro Ocinco moved in front of Corboda and stood nose-to-nose with him, "This is about MY Father and we're going to do this MY way!"
Cordoba was fuming, "Don't you push me boy"
"Boy? Boy? You're calling me boy? I thought you said the cartel belonged to me and Daniel and Mateo?"
"Pedro, son the organization IS for the three of you, when you're ready"
"Well I say I'm ready and I have a say too, WE have a say….you go to town and you leave the three of us here. We can handle them"
Sebastian Cordoba hated being told what to do but he should have seen this coming. Pedro was pushing back and he needed to keep peace in the organization. He was going to have to give a bit here.
"Alright but you listen, and you listen good. This man is military trained and he's dangerous. He killed your cousin Freddy and the others single handedly and he's the reason your Father is in prison"
"We know all that, we aren't stupid!"
"Fine, I trust you. Now we'll be back in about four hours. You don't take your guns off him for one damn minute!"
With no further words spoken the three older men went up the stairs leaving Pedro, Daniel and Mateo alone with their captives.
As Sebastian Cordoba moved towards the black SUV Moreno hollered "Are you crazy leaving them here alone?"
Cordoba turned, gun drawn and pointed at his two muscle men.
"If you don't like how I run our FAMILY organization you can walk. Otherwise, you do as you're told and you keep your mouths shut"
Moreno and Alvarez looked at each other before turning and following their leader to the vehicle.
Back downstairs, Pedro looked at his cousins, "Mateo can you take the first shift up top? We've got it down here"
"Sure thing"
As the cousins chatted at the bottom of the stairs Matt looked at Steve. The SEAL cracked open his eyes and as they connected with Matt's a smile creased Steve's lips and he whispered, "It's game time Matthew"
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Matt kept his eyes on the two young thugs as he waited for Steve to make his move.
About twenty minutes passed and then it happened. Steve began to seize and Matt knew this was it. He jumped up and grabbed thee SEAL's shoulders pinning him to the bed. This was only temporary though as Steve began to moan and gasp loudly, pushing back against the hands the restrained him.
Matt spotted the scissors which Steve held in the palm of his right hand and placing one hand over Steve's to help conceal them, he partially turned his body calling out "HELP ME, PLEASE HELP ME HOLD HIM DOWN!"
The two young men moved to the cot cautiously and Steve continued to flail and fight Matt's grasp.
Matt pleaded, "COME ON, HELP ME"
Pedro and Daniel moved to the other side of the cot. Pedro propped his gun up against the concrete wall as Matt kept talking, guiding Steve. "STEVE, HANG ON JESUS CHRIST HANG ON! GRAB HIS SHOULDERS PLEASE!"
Keeping hold of Steve's right hand, Matt moved off the cot as Pedro placed an arm across McGarrett's chest. Daniel stood closely behind Pedro, inches from the wall.
"Just keep his shoulders pinned Pedro" Matt squeezed and released Steve's hand quickly and the SEAL took the cue. As Pedro leaned over him, Steve moved with catlike speed and in one motion he threw his right hand up impaling Pedro Ocinco in the neck with the scissors while at the same time pushing his body up and driving himself and Ocinco into Daniel Cordoba. Daniel was able to raise his gun and fire as his body hit wall. Blood was spraying from the ruptured jugular vein in Ocinco's neck as Steve chopped at Daniel's arm while flinging the dying Ocinco to the ground. In one swift motion Steve grabbed Daniel's head and snapped his neck just as he heard the door open. Matt was on the ground on the other side of the cot from him and Steve flipped the mattress over to cover him while hollering for Matt to stay down. Mateo Cordoba descended the staircase firing an AK47 blindly in their direction. Several bullets tore into the mattress as it fell to the ground on top of Matt. Having grabbed Daniel's gun, Steve dove to the hard ground as he fired three shots striking his target each time, catapulting him backwards and over the hand rail and dropping him eight feet to the hard floor.
Glancing quickly at Daniel and Pedro he confirmed they were dead and then he moved slowly towards the stairs. His body was beaten horribly but the drugs coursing through his veins gave him an feeling of unbelievable strength but also intense anger. As he looked down at the bloodied and broken body of the young thug, the sight which typically would have sickened him made him feel euphoric. Steve McGarrett stepped back and he screamed, he dropped to his knees into the pool of the young man's blood and he screamed as his body shook. Throwing the gun to the side he brought his hands to face and he sobbed. This torment lasted only minutes before his brain cleared and he remembered Matt.
"MATT! MATT!" He raced over to the mattress continually hollering for Matt as he pulled it off him.
Steve gasped as he looked down at Matt's body. He was face down and an ever growing pool of blood covered the ground beneath his body. "No, No…Matt….oh God NO!"
Kneeling at his side he felt for a pulse, relieved to find it strong and steady. He ran over to the table and grabbed two bottles of water and he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes fell on the large amount of meth and paraphernalia before him. He mumbled softly to himself, "Get a grip McGarrett, he needs you" He raced back, stopping at the shelf where he grabbed a few towels before returning to Matt's side. The young man was beginning to regain consciousness and Steve gently rolled him onto his side.
He knelt at Matt's side and ripped his shirt open. A quick glance over his body revealed one hit to his right side but no exit wound. The bleeding was not too bad and his breathing was steady. He tore a towel and then rinsing the wound with water he pressed a folded section of the towel onto the wound. As he applied pressure Matt woke, "OOHH SSHIT…HHURTS MAN, SSTOP"
Still holding the towel firmly, Steve leaned up placing his other hand on Matt's shoulder, "Hey buddy, relax okay. We're going to get out of here"
"WWhat happened?"
"You got hit buddy. It doesn't look too bad though"
"Oh yeah…..well...it hurts like hell"
Steve grinned and patted the injured man's cheek, "I know. I need you to stay as still as you can for me okay?"
"Uh hhhuhh…..nno problem….hhey, you okay?"
"Me? I'm fine. I told you not to worry about me"
"You got them all?"
"Yes. They're all dead. You did a great job partner. Now let me fix you up"
"Okay"
Matt handled the pain well as Steve poked and prodded and then bandaged him tightly.
Then cradling his head Steve brought a bottle of water to Matt's lips, "Just a few sips Matt, go slow"
He then gently placed his head onto the ground, "Matt, let me go check things out. I'll be right back. You don't move now"
"Gotcha Doc"
Steve moved quickly, first dressing and then as he stood next to the table and the drugs….the fucking drugs... he made a very rash decision. As he rolled up his sleeve he was sweating profusely. He stared at the numerous injection marks on his forearm. He didn't want to do this…oh God he knew he SHOULDN'T do this, but he had to. He had to stay at his peak alertness, he couldn't be coming down…..not now…..when was the last time they shot him up? Jesus, he couldn't remember. He thought it had been several hours...
He'll take a gram….just one more gram until he could get Matt out of here.
One more gram, that's all he needs...As he loaded the vial his hand shook. Then tying off his arm and breathing heavily the needle hovered for several seconds as the SEAL struggled with his decision. As he plunged the needle into his vein he cursed himself softly over and over again, "Fuck…oh fuck McGarrett, fuck FUCK"
Once done he loaded two more vials putting them along with the rubber tubing into a pocket of his cargo pants. Then after slamming down a bottle of water he picked the gun off the floor and made his way up the stairs to check things out.
******* MUCH MORE TO FOLLOW – HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING ! ********