„Sir, I have the footprint of the building. " Roach announced as he entered the conference room.

He laid the piece of paper in front of the General and took a seat next to him. The last two hours they had spent their time to get that footprint, check their equipment and watching videos about the geological fact around the building. Gary felt an almost unbearable tension in the room, everyone was busy to complete their arrangements. He smiled weakly; that was like the old times. The times before all hell broke loose over the 141, before they all got separated. Gary had almost forgot that exactly that was the reason why he joined the army; the reason why he loved it to be in the 141. They were like a family, indeed a very unusual word to describe his life in the military but in Gary´s opinion the best word to describe how much he loved all the guys around here. Even after the dramatic situation he was in after Shepherd's betrayal and his low confidence about his new look, he wouldn´t change just one thing that happened in the past.

All of his experiences he gained serving in the military made him who he was and he was proud of it. Of course, he admitted sometimes he was still the clumsy, childish boy others wanted to protect, but he needed to keep this abilities, to keep himself sane.

He shook his head, the General needed is help to make a plan, how they could storm in the building without causing too much attention. He has started to study the footprint as he got it and knew that under the building was an old tunnel, build in the Second World War, which led to the little village a mile away. This tunnel could be a great chance to reach the building without causing too many stir. The building itself has two entrances. A main entrance, what would be the most guarded access and a fire exit on the back of the building. To the building also belonged a small cot, some meters away from it, it would be a great position for the snipers, if they could clear it before they raided the building.

He told the General what he thought and earned an approving pat on the shoulder and a smile from his superior. The General immediately briefed all the other soldiers about their plan to send most of the men through the tunnel, a two men team should take care of the back entrance, three men for the main entrance and two snipers on the top of the cot.

"Does that means we go now?" Price asked after the briefing, he couldn´t wait any longer.

"Slow down John. First we send a recon drone to see how many of his men are in the building and in the vicinity. We also need to find out if he ordered his men to control the tunnel, maybe we have luck and he doesn´t know about it." Mac answered him calmly.

"Why do you wait? Do it!" Price replied angry, making the General smile.

"I already did it." Mac smiled at his friend.

"Well done…old man!" Price smiled back and relaxed a bit.

"Sir? What should we do in the mean time?" Royce asked, ´cause they were done with all their preparations.

"Good question. Let me think…..what would you say if we go to the dining hall and eat something? Take it as an opportunity to regain some power." The General answered and everyone did as he said.


Natasha sat obviously bored in the control room, watching Soap on the screen. Their prisoner hasn´t moved for hours and Natasha was sure he fell asleep. She sighted and looked around, checking the soldiers in the room. They were still deepened in their work but Natasha could see they all were exhausted. She turned her gaze back to the screen and wondered what Andrew was doing with this girl, which Natasha thought, wasn´t playing in the same league as she did. She didn´t understand what Andrew found that much amazing in her, that he tried to pull her onto his side. In Natasha´s opinion he acted pathetic, she should be the woman on Andrew´s side, not this unimposing, naïve, unfeminine, little girl, Andrew has met in his younger days. Natasha indeed knew Julia wasn´t a girl but she did look much younger then she was. As Natasha first saw her she thought the woman wasn´t older than twenty years.

Natasha shook her head quickly; why was she even thinking about Julia. She once more checked on the soldiers in the room; she needed to send them away. She couldn´t need them to watch her when she was in the prisoner´s room.

"Hey, why don´t you go to sleep?" She asked the soldiers in a sweet voice.

"We have to finish our work here. Besides we need to watch the prisoner." A soldier answered her, tipping something on his Laptop.

"Really? Can I remember you that I´m the one who watches the prisoners for hours now? And I´m sure you can continue your work tomorrow, you all must be tired." Natasha replied, walking over to the soldier, shutting his laptop and looking him deeply in the eyes.

The Soldier let out a frustrated sigh and looked at his comrades, they all seemed to be tired as hell. He rubbed his temple with his index finger, thinking about what to do.

"Maybe your right ma'am but if something´s going on you call us, right?" He asked her standing up from his chair, stretching his back.

Natasha nodded at him with a smile and the Soldier told the others to go to bed and continue their work tomorrow. As they had all left the room Natasha sat back in her Seat in front of the screen and smiled greedy. She closed her eyes and thought about the best way to get what she wanted from the Captain. She sat there, enjoying the silence as she heard weird noises from the room above her. It sounded like someone´s fighting up there, she heard a metal object hit the floor and the moving of a heavy furniture. She opened her eyes and looked on the ceiling, trying to recall what room was above her.

As she heard a squeaking noise followed by some clearly satisfied moans, she knew what room was above her. Oh so that was your plan! Was that the reason you avoided my touch earlier? Was it all because of her? Was it because you wanted to sleep with her? Oh, Andrew, you're not the only one who can play that game. I think your prisoner is going to like what I´m going to do with him.

Natasha shoot up from her chair, took the key to the prisoner´s room with her and left the room, making her way down to her object of lust.


Soap has laid himself down, trying to get some rest and get his mind free. He was surprised that Andrew kept his promise and his men didn´t touch him. He also wondered where Julia was, has he killed her? Or would he go physical on her? Maybe he raped her right now, but would he really do this to her? Soap had seen this man was insane but he also felt that Andrew told her the truth about his feelings. It was a tricky situation, if Soap at least could unknot the ropes, but he had tried it and failed. Soap turned to the site, away from the camera, he would try to open the knots with more power. He spread his hands as far as he could and after a deep breath he pushed as strong as he could, making the rope carve red shapes into his skin. He cursed silently and repeated the process a few times, till he lost the hope to get his arms free.

He turned around again and laid on his back, staring to the ceiling. His thoughts drifted to his team, he was sure they were about to rescue him soon, he had a feeling for this. He smirked of the thought how his Task Force would act when he was not around, sometimes all the men acted like they were in a madhouse, ignoring all the rules of their General. He was however sure Price would take care of them and make sure they would follow the orders of MacMillian and respecting his position on the team. He took a deep breath, getting serious as he heard footsteps coming closer to the room. He kept his eyes closed as he heard the door get unlocked. He noticed that someone has stepped up to him and he could feel eyes checking him.

As he felt the person´s breathe on his ear and a hand slip onto his chest he snapped his eyes open wide in shock, meeting a pair of hazel brown eyes. He inspected the face in front of him and recognized a woman with short blond hairs, tender cheekbones, which were covered with, in his opinion, too much rouge, a small mouth with thin lips and a glance in her hazel eyes, which made Soap realize she was here to torture him in her own way.

"Why so shy Captain? Don´t you want to have some fun?" She asked him in a flirty voice, starting to move her hand across his chest.

Soap, at first confused of her words, immediately tried to escape her touch and crawled backwards. His action made her laugh weird.

"Oh, I like your antipathy against me. It makes me want you even more." She told him and cut the distance between them, now using her two hands to grab his shoulders and with a quick move of her legs she soared up at him, sitting down on his hip.

Soap tried to push her away but as she recognized what he wanted to do she just bend down to his face and pressed her lips again his. Soap began to struggle as she tried to part his lips with her tongue, he wanted to shove the woman off of him, but she laid on him with all her weight. Not that she was a heavy person but his bonded arms and legs made it hard for him to push her away.

Accidently he touched one of her breasts, making her break the kiss, lifting the upper part of her body and staring at him very amused.

"Oh Captain! You're kind of a quick guy." She smirk down at him and opened the blouse she was wearing.

"Don´t touch me!" Soap yelled at her and tried to move his whole body to the side, wanting to bring her down.

"It´s too late for you to have any wishes. I thought I wouldn´t need this but you asked for it." Natasha simply said, pulling a knife out of her boots and holding it against the Captains throat.

"You should stop moving. I don´t want to hurt you." She told him, bending down again and once more kissing him claiming on the lips, trying to give him a French kiss.

Soap laid there, leering down at the knife on his throat, unsure what to do. He never imagined to be in this situation ever, he was sure this was the worst torture he ever has been through. He was disgust off the woman laying on him but the only chance he saw to ease the situation was to swallow the feelings he had and just play her game. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, hoping she would be satisfied with it and leave him alone after the kiss ended.

It didn´t take long for him to realize how wrong he was as his tormentor slid her free hand down his chest, making her way into his pants. As Soap felt her hand on the edge of his waistband he shot his eyes wide open in fear, was she going to rape him? He once more began to struggle, ignoring the knife still rested on his throat. He rather would die than to tolerate her action. As he felt her slipping into his pants and touching his genitals, he did the only thing that would help him to get out of this situation. He inhaled heavily and with all his power he could activate he bit her tongue, making her jump off him, screaming in pain. Soap could taste her blood in his mouth, spit it out and looked at her covering her mouth with one hand.

"What have you done?" She lisp, still feeling the pain from the bite.

"You deserved it." Soap replied, lifting the upper part of his body.

"I´ll kill you for that!" She yelled at him and within a second she walked over to him with the knife raised up in the air, ready to stab him.

In defense Soap raised his own hands up as she swung the knife down, waiting for the steel to cut his flesh, as suddenly Natasha got pulled away from behind, making her scream in anger.

Soap put his hands down and saw one of the Soldier who had taken Julia out of the room, holding Natasha back.

"What are you doing?" She yelled at the Soldier, trying to get away from his grip.

"Andrew said no one touches the prisoner." The Soldier just answered her and began to drag her out of the room.

"Oh really? Andrew´s having fun up there and I´m not allowed to?" Soap heard her yell, as the Soldier had put her on her feet again.

"Andrew´s the boss, get it? Want me to tell him what you did?" The Soldier answered her in a calm voice.

"Argh, do what you want. I don´t care." Soap heard her scream as she turned around and walked away from the room.

The Soldier in front of the door shook his head, glanced at Soap and closed the door again, locking it. Soap sat there, fixing the door with his eyes and tried to handle what just had happened. If the Soldier hadn´t come in the right moment he would be dead by now. This crazy woman really would have killed him without turning her hair. Soap let out a sigh of relief. He never was that happy to see an adverse soldier. After a while Soap looked down at his hands, realizing a small cut on the rope, where Natasha had stroke it with the knife. He smiled weakly, maybe now he could stretch the rope more out, he began to move his hands as suddenly he remembered the words Natasha had spoken as she got dragged out of the room. He got worried even more.

Did Andrew abuse Julia?