A/N: Thanks for still sticking with this story! Hope this chapter is good enough for you…

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Chapter 4

Nicholas was left alone for the first time in a long while. Everything hurt but his head was clear, as his captors avoided hitting it. They obviously needed something he knew. Or, to be exact, something Benji knew. And he didn't even know all of them… Nicholas' thoughts moved back a bit. Why were they specifically looking for Benji? How is he involved with all this? These people must be a really serious threat then. Not only is a secret agency after them, but they seem to be after its agents…

Nicholas swallowed. Sometimes he really wished he didn't know what his brother's job was. He appreciated the fact that Benji trusted him enough to have told him about it but this knowledge was every bit of the opposite of comforting.

Soon they will find out I'm not him… Will they even believe it though? Nicholas laughed silently despite the situation. It was just too ridiculous. He also knew that they hadn't really started with him yet. They were probably talking about their strategy now.

Why the hell did I agree to take part in this operation? I could have refused like I had done before and stayed in Sandford, away from this madness… Another snort. Yeah, Nicholas, Sandford is so much saner than London, sure. It's the maddest madhouse on the planet and you know it. Besides… his heartbeat peaked… it could be Benji in your place here now. Or maybe not. Benji, seemingly knowing more about this deal, probably wouldn't have gotten caught to begin with.

Which brought Nicholas back to the thought that had been hiding in the depths of his mind all this time. Benji is near. He is somewhere here, in London. And whatever he is doing here has something to do with these people. And these people know who he is, which is not very good. And…

The door opened again, cutting off his thoughts.

"So, Mr Dunn, for the last time I'm asking nicely. Where did you take our friends?"

Nicholas shrugged. From the objective point of view, he was the perfect person to be captured by them because he didn't know anything and couldn't reveal any important information even if he wanted to. From his own point of view, however, it wasn't that brilliant. But at least he could win some time for Benji to do whatever he was supposed to…

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Benji was biting on his fingernail, feverishly pressing some keys on his laptop. Ethan was in the next room talking to Luther on the phone.

"So…" Jane broke the silence at last as curiosity got the better of her. Despite her voice was quiet, it made Benji jump. "You have a cop brother?"

Seeing how the former technician just nodded, she tried to push a bit further, trying to take his mind off the current situation.

"What is he like? I mean, not in appearance but… Is he a lot like you?"

Benji cracked a ghost of a smile.

"I'd say he is very much not like me. He's more like…" he paused for a second, thinking, "… more like Ethan".

Brandt and Jane's eyes widened. It was hard to imagine Benji's Dunn's twin brother resembling Ethan Hunt even a slightest bit.

The Englishman typed again, and soon there was something that looked like a newspaper article on the screen. Jane and Brandt felt very weird looking at the picture attached to it, as the face looked just like Benji's, and yet the expression made it seem entirely different. The headline said "Hero Cop Saves Family".

"He was the best police officer here in London," Benji managed a smile. "And then they reassigned him… I don't really know why, he tried to explain it to me last time we talked but it seemed like some rubbish".

"So you keep in touch?" Jane asked, even more startled than before.

"Yeah…" Benji sighed. "Not that much but we do," he paused. "So they made him move to some village in the middle of nowhere and…"

He turned back to the screen and typed something else into the search bar.

'Community That Kills: A Series of Horrific Murders Uncovered in the West Country'

Beneath this headline there were photos of some place in the typical English countryside. There were also pictures of some people in police uniforms.

"It was Nick who cracked this case. Dozens of murders masked as accidents. They tried to kill him, too. But he did it. He fought them off. I don't know how much of what I heard to believe, cause I've read that he rode into the village on a white horse and started a big fight but I just don't think it's true…"

Benji sighed again.

"He got shot and beaten but he didn't stop. And won. This was what inspired me to move to the field work," that and the time I helped Ethan find Julia, actually. But Benji knew he couldn't talk about that. The next breath he drew was a shaky one. "Nick has always been a hero to me. Ever since we were little, when other boys would bully me for always having my nose in a book, and he would stand for me. He sometimes pretended to be me in fights. Once he got beaten up quite badly by some older boys".

He got quiet for a few more seconds, recalling what he had felt that day. The guilt and anger he had felt….

"When we grew up, we went our separate ways, attended different universities. I didn't want him to get into any more trouble because of me. Look where it brought us now".

The last sentence was a whisper, as the agent couldn't keep his voice even any more. He dropped his head onto his folded arms, feeling something he knew was his friends' hands on his back.

"We'll find him, Benji," Jane tried her best reassuring tone.

"Yeah, it's gonna be fine," Brandt added.

Footsteps broke the awkward silence that had fallen. The three agents looked up to see Ethan standing in the door frame with his phone in his hand.

"Please tell me we have a plan," Brandt asked exasperatedly.