Something wasn't right.

It was just too easy.

There weren't any security checkups, no one who was positioned to stand guard for a long amount of time.

Even if they wanted to make the property look abandoned, they needed to make sure their lines were secured.

But that wasn't the case.

Nobody was around accept this one group of men who walked around the buildings without any kind of proper route or goal.

They were just walking.

As someone who had seen and experienced multiple terror organisations, both from the in- and outside, you immediately knew something was fishy.

With bated breath and your head held low, you crawled around a corner, always using the shadows to make sure that not a single glimpse would give your existence away.

They were nervous.

It was audible in their words, the way the whispered and walked. Every step was hesitant.

There was one leader, a guy, small yet well equipped, who always took the first step.

The other followed like headless chickens.

This wasn't a well put together organisation. Even a blind person could have noticed that they didn't have any military training or background.

Something twitched in the back of your head.

A silent voice started to whisper.

The group stopped again.

Your eyes wandered through the area, over the buildings and got stuck on a window.

You knew that window. It was remarkable, because there was a hole in it, looking like a perfect circle. Out of that circle grew one long twig on which sat an abandoned birds nest.

Your legs twitched.

They had walked this route already.

Twice.

Something wasn't right.

Out of reflex, you threw a glance back over your shoulder. If you stretched your neck you managed to see the gate on which Price was supposed to wait in the distance.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine.

The gate was wide open.

Price was gone.

Swallowing a curse, you wanted to jump up and check the situation for yourself.

This had been a terrible rookie mistake.

Partners never left each other unless it was absolutely necessary.

You had abandoned Price and now he was gone.

But before panic could overcome you, you forced yourself to calm the nerves and took a deep breath.

No, Price was a capable man.

Maybe he had managed to find a way inside on his own and was now looking for you.

Your fingers trembled as you turned on the radio again and switched to the channel that was for you and him only.

"Captain to Bravo.", you whispered. "Bravo, where are you?"

A statistic sound filled your ears.

Ten seconds passed.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

You clicked the buttons to send a morse code, in case that the audio line was down.

Again, ten seconds passed.

Your entire body tensed.

Almost a minute was over as you tried one last time to contact him.

Your heart was beating like crazy. Sweat covered your forehead.

Why did you feel so terrible?

Why were you so afraid that he was in danger?

"Captain to Bravo.", you said, noticing how your voice sounded weak and shaky all of a sudden. "John... John, are you safe?"

No answer.

A curse left your lips.

But all of a sudden you froze.

There was a shadow behind you. You could feel how someone was watching you, how they moved.

Suddenly, steps reached your ears.

How had you missed that someone had walked up to you?

A hitched breath got stuck inside your throat.

In one swift movement, you reached to your leg and pulled out the handgun, twirled around and raised it in defence.

But the person you were pointing on wasn't impressed.

A smirk with bright white teeth lit up in the dark.

"I've heard about you, many stories.", a voice with a thick Polish accent said. "You're like pest. Hard to get rid off."

The person, a woman, tall and slender, seemed to be unarmed. She didn't even wear a bulletproof vest. Just a bomber jacket and combat boots.

The rest of her was dressed casually, in jeans and a shirt.

Not batting an eye, your finger reached to load your gun.

"Don't move!", you hissed with clenched teeth.

But all she did was smirk and shake hear head.

"Too easy.", she mumbled and glanced up.

Your heartbeat froze.

This had been a trap.

Someone was standing right behind you.

The unit.

A curse was already laying on your tongue as a hard, skull shattering pain hit you in the back of your head.

The world before your eyes started to blur and turn watery. If felt like you were looking at the night from under the surface of a lake.

Everything was spinning.

Nausea crawled up your throat and pinched your nose.

"John...", you managed to gasp as your head hit the ground and darkness swallowed everything before your eyes.

There was a strange feeling, like water dripping down onto your head.

It came every other second, disappeared and returned again.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Taking a deep, startled breath, you tore your eyes wide open.

A cough made your lungs ache.

The iron taste of blood filled your mouth.

"Shit!", you cursed as a sharp pain stabbed the back of your head.

"You're up, luv?", Price's voice reached your ears.

He sounded calm, but the way he was taking wasn't like him.

Something moved against the back of your head. It felt like another skull.

You tried to move but both nausea and some ropes kept you tried to a chair.

Closing your eyes, you forced the world to stop spinning.

"John...", you had to catch your breath. "What happened?"

A huff escaped him.

It was mocking and almost angered.

"You left. Bloody hell, I could have done it myself as well but I chose to do this with you. And you fuckin' left."

Something inside your chest pulled together.

"I'm sorry.", you mumbled, a bitter taste laying on your tongue.

Behind you, he shook his head.

"That won't do. Fuck it, eh? It's too late anyways."