A/N: OMG YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLY GO READ "Between Worlds" by Marioexpertken! I LOVE IT AND I'M GONNA DIE IF THEY DON'T UPDATE AGAIN SOOOOOOONNN! Sorry, I've had too much Easter candy and I'm spazzin' out... oops

*MyLittleRobin is my muse! You guys should know this by now...*

Dan and John were silent as the helicopter took off, busying themselves with syringes as they got sedatives ready to inject their captives with to keep them under until they got to base. Ghost was strapped down and handcuffed in the backseat with Dan sitting beside him. Gary was similarly bound in the front seat beside John. It had been extremely easy to get them off base. Then again, everyone who remained on the Ghosts' base was either unconscious or dead. They had had to kill the guards on patrol around the perimeter to make a clean getaway, but besides that everyone else was still alive. John got lost in thought, thinking about all of the ways he could torture Gary. He was pulled from his daydreaming when the object of his thoughts began to stir, the effects of the gas wearing off. John flicked the syringe a few times to get rid of the air bubbles before stabbing the needle into Gary's neck and pushing the plunger down.

Gary tried to escape the dark fog that surrounded him, each attempt failing as freedom slipped through his grasp, just out of reach. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt a desperate need to escape the depths of unconsciousness and wake up. His instincts were screaming at him, saying that something was terribly wrong and he needed to wake up. He didn't want to. He was so tired and the pull of unconsciousness was nearly irresistible. But, being Gary, he was curious as to why he needed to wake up and his curiosity overpowered his exhaustion. It was difficult, but he managed to slowly open his eyes to half mast and look up. He wished to God he hadn't. What he saw scared him more than anything had ever since he got captured a few months ago.

It was John, looking down at him with a sadistic smirk as he toyed with an object in his hands. He tried to scream but he was gagged and it ended up sounding more like a strangled yelp than a scream. His mouth was incredibly dry and felt like something had died in there and was decomposing. He tried to move and quickly realized he couldn't as panic climbed up his throat and threatened to strangle him. His heart pounded loudly in his chest and he was sure that anyone within a mile radius could hear it. He didn't notice the tears of fear fall from his cheeks as he struggled to get free. He vaguely felt pain running through his injured leg but he ignored it, too busy trying to get away. He was unable to do anything as John leaned forward and stabbed a needle into his neck. He whimpered and squirmed, which only made it sting more. He felt a cool liquid enter his neck and became tired shortly after. As always, he tried to fight it and, as always, he lost. After a few minutes of fighting, he was sucked into the black abyss of unconsciousness once again, not to emerge until six and a half hours had passed.

Logan shoved his way through the frustrating dark fog that surrounded him. It reminded him of Riley when he wanted to play. So stubborn. The faint sound of coughing reached his ears and something clicked in his memory. Before he could investigate it, he felt hands wrap around his wrists as someone started to drag him somewhere. He was immediately reminded of being captured by Rorke in Las Vegas, where Elias was murdered. The fog disappeared as his eyes shot open and he yanked his hands away from the person. He leapt to his feet and stumbled back as waves of dizziness assaulted his still half asleep brain. He shuddered and tried to pull away when a pair of strong hands wrapped around his arm, preventing him from falling on his ass.

"Woah, sorry bro, didn't mean to scare you. You okay?" Hesh asked his younger brother, his voice full of concern.

Logan turned his head to look at him and nodded. Then he remembered. The gas. The doors being locked. Passing out.

"Shit! What happened?"

"We aren't quite sure yet. Merrick and Keegan are trying to get the doors open. You wanna help me wake everyone else up?"

Logan nodded and went around the room waking the rest of his friends up. It didn't take long and when they were done, Merrick and Keegan had managed to get the doors open. They could all feel something awful in the air. There was a lot of tension in the room. They knew that Roach had probably been taken again, why else would someone wait until nearly everyone was in one room, lock them in there, and knock them out? Everyone was having them, but no one was bold enough to voice these thoughts.

They quickly and silently went through the halls leading to Roach's room in the infirmary, each one of them hoping and praying that he and Ghost were still there. They had their sidearms loaded and ready and their combat knives, just in case the asshole who knocked them out was still on base. Sadly for them, he wasn't. And neither were Roach and Ghost. When they entered the room, that was the first thing they noticed. No one was there. Their hearts all sunk in unison. The guilt washed over them like a tidal wave and settled on them like a thick blanket.

"Damn it! Why can't anyone ever just leave the poor kid alone?!" Soap said angrily.

The room was a mess. A chair was knocked over, laying on its side on the floor. The bed was what caught their attention though. Blood stained the areas where the restraints were, but even more interestingly, one of them was broken. Those things were nearly impossible to break. None of them could believe that Roach had broken it.

"How did...? Did he do that...?" Hesh asked.

"I suppose he could have if he tried hard enough."

"But... but they're like impossible to get out of!"

"Obviously not if he broke one."

"Are you sure it was him and not the person who took him?"

"Why would the person who took him only break one and just untie the other three? That'd be stupid."

Archer walked up to the bed and pointed to a red splotch of blood that was more toward the center of the bed than the others.

"He tore his leg open again. It'll be infected when we get him back." He stated in a defeated voice.

If we get him back.

The last of the sentence was left unspoken as no one wanted to confront that possibility.

"It was the perimeter guard that he tried to warn us about. He wasn't seeing things. Fuck, I should've listened to him." Price said sadly, guilt flowing over him in an endless downpour.

"Regretting your actions isn't going to help them. We need to get them back quickly before they get killed. Did he have a tracker in him?"

"Yes, but they probably removed it. That's what they did last time."

"We should at least try. Go look it up and see if you can get a location. Logan and Hesh, check the security cameras."

"Ummm... Merrick... someone shot them all..." Logan said, pointing to one of the cameras on the upper wall.

"Fuck. Then go look around, check in with the guards if they're still alive and look for any clues that could give us a lead."

The pair nodded and hurried off to do as they had been ordered.

"Everyone else, spread out. We'll search the base first then move out to the perimeter and surrounding territory."

They spent the rest of the day looking for anything and everything that could give them a clue as to where their friends had been taken. But at the end of the day, they came up empty. There was nothing. Whoever took them was smart, they'll give him that. But they all made a silent promise to themselves that they would find them, and whoever took them would pay. That was certain.

A/N: I know guys, lame ending, I'm sorry. But I can't concentrate today for some reason. So sorry! At least you got a quick update though! And it's a reasonable length. SO BE THANKFUL AND REVIEW BEFORE I MURDER GHOST.