As promised, here's chapter two. I swear, I try not to always be mean to the characters that everyone loves, but they make it so easy. I won't bore you for too much longer, though. Also, sorry for the slightly shorter chapter, I promise it'll pick up soon. Enjoy!

And because I forgot it in the first chapter, as I so often do, the disclaimer should be obvious at this point. I do not own SEAL Team, or any of the recognizable characters in this work of fiction. If I did, then a certain major plot point of season six would have probably gone a lot differently.

If Sonny Quinn could choose any of the locations of Bravo's missions, he has a feeling they would be spending a lot more time in the Bahamas. Instead, he's traipsing behind Brock through a rainforest in Brazil, sweating through every layer of clothing he's wearing, and complaining to whoever might be listening about how much he hates jungles. He hates the bugs, he hates the mugginess and the stifling heat that never seems to dissipate, even in the coldest of times throughout the year, and he definitely hates it when they have to deal with all of that without a key member of their team.

"I swear, Trent, if you don't stop breathing so hard in my fuckin' ear, you might just lose yours," he grumbled to the team medic, who happened to be hiking behind him.

"Shut your mouth, Sonny. I'm tired of hearing your stupid voice," Trent responded. Sonny wheeled around, obvious in his intent to turn his complaining physical, when Ray appeared beside him, suddenly holding both him and Trent by the backs of their vests.

"That's enough, both of you. I've had it with your mouths, and your attitudes. I don't wanna treat y'all like children, but if you keep pushing the issue, that's what's gonna happen. Quit your bitchin'," he snapped, his tone leaving no room for any kind of argument.

Sonny scowled, but nodded all the same. He watched as Trent did the same, and with one last glare at the both of them, Ray released their vests. He walked back to his place in their line-up behind Trent, and Sonny turned back around. They continued their hike for another two hours, and then Jason motioned them to a halt. They all became deathly silent, none of them moving a muscle or even breathing too hard.

This mission, though not too different from others they had undergone in the past, felt all the more critical. They were down a sniper, and an extra set of hands, and all of them were feeling the loss in their ranks.

They were on the hunt for a cartel that had been supplying weapons and money to one of the gangs on Mandy's target list, and they had only just barely gotten the green light for the target package when they'd been informed of their teammate's suspension. They knew Clay, after a little more than a year of working together it would be hard not to, and they knew he didn't do what the brass were accusing him of. However, orders were orders, and as much as Sonny liked to push his luck when it came to orders from the higher ups, these were set in stone as of right now. Sonny barely spoke English to the point of other people understanding the gibberish that came out of his mouth from time to time, and he definitely didn't speak… Well, whatever language Mandy said that the cartel spoke. And their linguist was suspended.

Sonny clutched his gun closer to his body and slowed his breathing. Dammit, he hated the jungle.

~SEAL Team~

When Clay woke up from his latest bout of restless sleep at around three o'clock in the morning, he realized that the air conditioning in his apartment wasn't on anymore, and now it was unbearably hot. He got up off the couch in search of the light switch that he knew was along the far wall of his living room, but when he found it and switched it to the on position, nothing happened. He tried a couple more times, and still, nothing. He sighed, scrubbing his hand down his face and starting his trek to the kitchen where he kept his extra flashlight.

He didn't remember seeing any storms on the news forecast, so unless someone had hit a power pole somewhere near the complex, he should have power. He knew that he'd paid the electric bill this month, it was only just a few days ago. When he finally located the flashlight, he turned it on and flashed it around his apartment, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He walked down the hall to the breaker box, and shook his head when he found that something had tripped the breaker. He should've known, he supposes.

After he switched the breaker back to where it needed to be, he sighed in relief when the power came back on, and the air conditioning kicked back on. Walking back over to the couch and his nest of blankets and uncomfortable throw pillows, he picked up his phone off the coffee table and stalked back down the hall to his bedroom. He had spent two nights out in the living room, but his back was screaming at him in protest of his sleeping arrangements, so he figured it was time to move back to his bed. He felt like shit, and there was no denying it.

His mind had been a whirlwind of doubt and upsetting thoughts, and the longer he sat in front of the TV, the more his mind wandered. Was Bravo on a mission right now? Probably, he remembered Mandy telling them about the target package she'd been working on for weeks had finally gotten the green light, so he supposed they were probably hiking through the rainforest that Keyton Francis had set up his hideout in the center of. Though none of Mandy's contacts had ever seen his face, they were certain that his base of operations was where they said it was.

Clay's heart started to sink again. Not only did he miss his team desperately, he felt like shit because he couldn't be there to watch their backs. He could only chuckle slightly when the thought came to him about how Sonny must be complaining. Sonny was never quiet about the fact that he hated the forests, but he had been especially loud about it when they had their briefing and Mandy told them about the weather there this time of year. The bugs must be outrageous, and Sonny was sure to be having a fit. Clay wanted nothing more than to be there with them right now.

As he collapsed into his bed, barely taking the time to pull back the covers on his way down, he put his phone on the charger and rolled back up in his blanket. It was still very dark outside, and he didn't really feel like working out when daylight came anyways. He couldn't believe how much his life had been overturned in the past couple of days, and there wasn't any end in sight.

Just as he was about to fall into another restless sleep, there came a knock on his door, and his groan was more than audible, even with his face buried in the pillow. He thought about just ignoring it, but whoever it was knocked again, louder and more insistent this time. He unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders, and stormed out of his bedroom, flicking on the hall light on his way to the front door. When he opened it, his jaw dropped in shock, and he slammed it closed again before the occupant of his doorway even had a chance to speak. There was another knock, a single, harsh one now that the person on the other side of the door knew he was there and alert.

He took a deep breath, and then he opened the door again. Staring at the person for a long moment, he silently begged for patience and strength, or at the very least the bail money he would need if he committed assault. He put his game face on, he knew he was going to need it.

"Hello, Ash."

Okay, don't hate me for the cliffhanger. I couldn't think of another way to end this chapter, and this seemed like the easiest way to make the story progress.

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