Sorry for the small wait-but it was worth it, right?
Haha I'm sorry, but here it is!

A quiet moan echoed through the room, Roach turned over in annoyance. 'Damn Meat needs to stop bringing girls into the barracks…' Something started to click in his head when the moans turned into pained groans '…that's not Meat…or a girl…'

He concluded in his sleep-fogged mind that he was not in the barracks, Meat and a girl were not in the room with him, and the cries of pain were getting much louder. Roach sat up in an instant as someone let out a scream, ignoring the burning sensation in his stomach as he looked through sleep-clouded vision to see a man standing over Ghost -it took him a few seconds to realize the ginger-haired man was Ghost without his balaclava on- a booted foot slowly pushed down on Ghost's left knee.

"GET OFF OF HIM!" he yelled his voice cracking with the sudden octaves as Ghost cried out again, in too much pain to fight back or move. Despite his now bleeding wound, Roach rushed forward and tackled the assailant to the ground. They rolled over each other, trying to achieve the advantageous perch on top of the other. He managed to use momentum until his knee was digging into the other's stomach, fists flying between the two. After a few blows to the other's face, Roach raised his left fist, only to feel someone grab it roughly and pull him back until he was in a tight head lock. He struggled against the man, whose iron grip held him still as the first man got up slowly. In the light coming from the door he could tell it was Roba's son, a bruise starting to form around his right eye and a sizeable cut on his cheek. Armed men stood in the doorway ready to jump in if needed. Roach had the grim satisfaction of doing such injury and as he chuckled at the man who dabbed at his cheek, the grip around his neck tightened in retaliation.

"Good morning." Roba's son said simply, brushing away unseen dust and straightening his grey suit, acting as if their little tussle never happened.

"Good morning my ass!" Roach growled, trying to break free. "What the hell ar-"

"Roach…" Ghost coughed out, his voice hinting at a warning. Roach fell silent, ceasing in his struggles.

"Well, since we are all awake, I think it is time to get going, agreed?" Roba's son walked out, motioning for two more men to head inside and grab Ghost. Roach was led out first, released from his chokehold and held by his arm, twisted painfully behind his back in a vice. His eyes watered at the brightness in the hallway and the blinding white paint the walls were coated with.

"You're one sick bastard, you know that" He pointed out to Roba's son as he blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting slowly.

"I do not like nicknames. Please call me Gonzalo." The Hispanic replied in dismissal, something wicked hung in his voice.

"I still think you're a sick bastard." Roach spat out. Gonzalo stopped short, whipping around and delivering a forceful punch to Roach's stomach above his gunshot wound, winding him as he groaned in pain. He couldn't help it as he choked and leaned forwards against Gonzalo trying to regain his breath and manage the sharp pulse in his abdomen. The man had a predatory gleam in his brown eyes before straightening his suit once again.

"Take them to the trucks. I will be there shortly." Gonzalo ordered, turning down a different hallway. The men holding Ghost and Roach continued on, opening a large door and revealing the same hanger they had taken refuge in the day before. This time, however, there were two armored trucks waiting for them. The three men didn't hesitate as they approached the nearest truck and tossed Roach and Ghost inside without sympathy, slamming the doors shut as Ghost hissed in pain.

"Little fuckers…" he groaned out.

"You alright Ghost?" Roach asked, massaging his stomach as the truck shook to life.

"…figure out where they're taking us?" Ghost asked, slowly turning until he was on his back.

"No…they didn't tell us." Roach replied with a confused look on his face, hiding the worry when he saw blood stains growing bigger on Ghost's bandages. Roach could feel a warm wetness on his stomach, no doubt that hit to his stomach and his fight with Gonzalo had disturbed the wound. He pressed his hand against the weeping hole and ignored it.

"They didn't?"

"No…why do-"

"Passed out when we got into the hallway." Ghost sighed in frustration as he tried to sit up. "Too much pain."

"That's not a good idea G-"

"To hell with it. If he's taking us somewhere it means 'Tavish and the others won't know where we are…Our chances of being rescued is shot." Ghost muttered as the truck swayed into motion.

"That doesn't mean we can't try and break out ourselves." Roach argued. Ghost froze, his eyes kept shut as his breathing deepened.

"N-no. Not breaking out…"

"Ghost…?" Roach asked worriedly.

"B-bad idea…" Ghost muttered.

"Bad idea…?" He repeated as he stared at Ghost, confusion filling his mind as he watched Ghost. His breathing had deepened as if trying to calm himself, and a sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead. If possible, it looked as if he had gotten paler as well. A few words were muttered under his breath before he sighed, looking up at Roach.

"R-roach…I'm sorry." Ghost said quietly.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Roach was now too confused to follow Ghost and his train of thought.

"If I hadn't gotten shot back there, y-" Roach held up a hand.

"You made sure 'Tavish and I got back safely…well, the Captain anyway. I was being stupid and freaking out over you. You were acting so weird since we got the mission, I just wanted you to get back with us." Roach explained. "Us getting caught is my fault, don't you dare say anything." Ghost looked up, shaking his head as he did so.

"No, it-"

"Ghost, dude if you say it's your fault…" Roach paused. "You don't want me to finish that threat."

"What, are you actually going to win in a fight against me?" Ghost laughed quietly. Roach smirked.

"I think we're on even grounds now, don't you?"

"No."

"What, want me to ge-"

"I could still beat you up."

"As if! You could barely move five minutes ago!"

"So? That was five minutes ago, mate."

"What, are you able to magically heal yourself?"

"Yep."

"Bull shit."

Roach leaned back, a smile on his lips as he stared at Ghost. He had gained back a little color through the conversation, a similar smile on his face despite the pain he felt with each movement.

"You think we'll stop soon?" Roach asked, glaring at the window separating the back and front as it shut. Ghost shrugged painfully, frowning as the truck stopped.

"I so called that." Roach said, reminding Ghost of his youth and cockiness. That would be a problem soon if the younger soldier didn't start listening to his warnings.

"There's no way…we haven't even gone that far yet." He muttered, succeeding in his endeavor to sit up and mimicking Roach by leaning back.

"Well, wh-" Ghost shushed him, listening intently.

"…they're gassing the truck."

"Not the normal way, I see…" Roach muttered as he heard a barely audible hissing sound, a slightly sweet smell blending with the oxygen in the truck.

"Hold your breath, don't talk, stay still." Ghost ordered, taking a deep breath himself.

"You su-" Roach flinched as Ghost gave him a stern look, taking a deep breath and holding it in. Ghost seemed more intimidating to him without the mask than with, the scars on his face adding to the effect. Roach was sure that wasn't possible-yet here was the proof sitting right in front of him.

They sat for about two minutes before the truck started moving again, Roach's lungs burned in protest for more oxygen and his head pounded in tune with his heart beat. He could tell Ghost was struggling more than him, his eyes closed and head hanging. Roach tapped the floor, signaling for Ghost to look up. He flashed the OK sign, which Ghost shook his head in reply. His face was turning blue, a pained look in his eyes as he tried to keep his breath in. Roach gave a small smile, Ghost returning it half heartedly before letting his head hang again, closing his eyes.

A few more seconds later –Roach counted less than ten- Ghost gasped, coughing loudly. Roach scrambled up to help him, but Ghost had fallen over in a matter of seconds, immobile and unconscious. Roach returned to his previous position, letting out his air slowly before letting the gas in, his vision darkening rapidly as he felt himself fall over and fade into the nothingness.

Haha this was more than a transition chapter-Gonzalo is a smart badass and knows they're bound to be rescued-well, not any more!
Yeah, I'm evil...I'll try to stop with the cliffhangers, but at the same time...they just make you guys hang on the edge of your seat and I'm an evil writer like that mwahaha-*cough* ...
I love the reviews you guys are giving me-I just wish they had a little more critique-
A CHALLENGE! Let's see if you guys can make the reviews mean while letting a little of the love shine through-IF you review
(haha that'll be fun to see what happens)
(Yes, the chapter takes the title from the song by Fort Minor-I love them and Linkin Park...)
XD Thank you WalkerintheRain for the beta-after I stared you down on Skype to finish! XD