A/N: So here's another chapter! I'm quite worried about it… And sorry it's so short! hope it's good enough though…

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Chapter 2

Okay, calm down. Calm down and think. You won't be able to think soon by the looks of it. So use the time you have left to do so. The huge guy standing with a gun by the door is Bill Riley, known in certain circles for organising and taking part in armed robberies which often ended with several dead bodies. The three others are his band mates. You know them all, be calm. But who is their spokesman? The one who is glaring at you like at a dead animal before skinning it. And you are supposed to know who he is, that's the worst thing about it. And you don't. And if they find out you haven't recognised him, then…

A sharp blow to the jaw broke him out of his thoughts. An entire series of heavy hits landed on his torso, his ribs protesting painfully. He knew it wouldn't be long before they gave up…

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Brandt was now cursing the very moment he had accepted this mission. It had seemed easy, just cutting some loose ends after a big op. The remains of the band they had defeated had fled to Britain, so Team Hunt had to follow suit, Benji complaining and protesting all the time. But a job is a job, and it has to be finished.

And now everything had gone to shit. And he couldn't even begin to comprehend what was going on. All he wanted to do at this point was to say "that's it, guys, I'm done" and go away. But he couldn't do that because there was a gun pointed at him.

Too exasperated to speak, he turned his gaze to his teammates whose expressions were almost comically blank, as they just stared wide-eyed. He reckoned he probably had the same expression right now. Simply because he had no idea how to feel in this situation. He turned to look straight ahead of him again, noticing that the gun was now lowered a bit. To be completely honest, the gun itself wasn't Brandt's biggest problem at the moment, it was the gunman.

"Are you out of your minds?!" the voice was so loud it made the three agents jump. It was also very angry.

"B-B-Benji?" Brandt finally found his voice, despite speaking was still a bit tricky of a task.

"That's a brilliant deduction, detective Brandt," the technician put the gun down and walked up to the analyst. For some reason the lack of the gun didn't make him look any less threatening. "I really wonder why you didn't deduce how to use a door a few seconds ago".

"Benji," Brandt repeated again. "I don't understand…"

"Who the hell did you expect to see when you broke into my flat?!"

"Anyone but you actually…" Ethan finally spoke, sounding just as confused as Brandt. Benji turned an almost pleading gaze to Jane.

"Jane, please tell me at least you can explain something," the Englishman asked and noticed that she was now walking up to him. "What is going o…" he wasn't given the chance to finish as the DNA tester was forced into his mouth.

There were a few seconds of silence as the former technician had given up on asking questions.

"It's him," Jane finally proclaimed, causing a sigh of slight relief from Ethan and Brandt.

"Seriously guys," Benji was trying to stay as calm as he could, given the circumstances. "What's going on?"

"Benji," Ethan's authoritative tone was back at last, and it was strangely comforting. "Have you left this place in the past few hours?"

"What? No," Benji felt quite agitated now. "Why? What happened?"

Without saying anything, Ethan took out his phone, pressed a few buttons and handed it to Benji.

"This video was sent to me by Luther less than an hour ago," he said, watching the younger agent take the device. He noticed him frown as the recording started. As it went on, Benji's eyes kept growing wider, his face expressing some unidentifiable emotion and turning paler in shade. As soon as it was over, the Brit swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Well, I can see why you broke in like that now," his voice was low, as if it was hard for him to speak.

"Do you think it was someone wearing a mask?" Jane suggested timidly.

"Seems like it," Ethan replied thoughtfully. "I lip-read some of what they said. The attacker, who looks like our good old friend Phillip Black, said something that looked like your name, Benji. And this guy… whoever he is… asked him how he knew his name".

"What if we check some police reports?" Brandt suggested. "A man gets grabbed in the middle of the street, there is a CCTV record… I mean, what if someone has been pretending to be Benji for a while? To set him up for something or…"

Benji rubbed his face with his hand.

"I know who it is," his teammates could barely hear him, so quiet his voice was.

"What?" three heads were simultaneously turned in his direction. He sighed, looking at the floor, trying to keep himself under control.

"I need to check something first," the Brit was close to whispering now.

He walked up to the computer and a few seconds later was typing furiously. It didn't take long before he stopped and breathed out "Damn it".

"Mind letting us in?" Jane was beginning to feel impatient, and she wasn't very good at hiding it.

"It's not someone wearing a mask," Benji looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to prevent his emotions from running wild. "It's my brother".