I grabbed my knife and stuck it in it's sheath before grabbing my rifle and running out of the cell without a word. I ignored them when they called out to me but didn't stop. I couldn't, my friend, no, brother is in danger.
I was at the bottom step when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. On instinct I shoved the hand off and quickly spun around to point the gun at him.
Nick raised his hands up in surrender and took a couple steps back. Spencer, who was behind him, mimicked his actions.
"Whoa. Easy there, buddy." Nick said.
I let out an aggravated sigh and lowered my gun.
"What are you doing?" I all but growled. My friend is out there, wounded. I don't have time for chit-chat.
"You need a plan if you're gonna go out there." Spencer tried to reason.
"I do. I'm gonna go out there, get my friend, and shoot anybody that gets in my way." I meant it as a promise, including him.
He seemed to have caught on because he quickly spoke up.
"Then I won't get in your way." Nick said. "We will help you get Lieutenant Hertz."
I shook my head. I didn't want anybody to slow me down. Plus, I barely knew these guys; for all I know they can be with Jones.
"We're not going to leave you, Lieutenant. It's not negotiable." he stated firmly.
I sighed and shook my head before reluctantly letting them come.
"Fine. But I want one of you to stay here with Lieutenant Buchmann, just incase anything happens."
"I'll stay." Spencer volunteered.
I nodded at him before he walked off to the cell. I looked back at Nick.
"Let's go."
He nodded and followed me up the stairs only to come face to face with Kyle.
"Come on." he said with urgency, turning on his heel without another word. We followed him as he takes a left, creeping along the wall. A couple hundred yards passed and Kyle takes an immediate right, going through the city. "We're almost there." he shouted over the fire of the gun, the bombs and the people screaming.
We crept along the cracked and fallen buildings, trying not to get caught in the battle.
"He's right around the corner." Kyle informed, looking back at me. "Chris and Peter are with him."
"Is it clear?" Nick asked.
"I don't see anyone." he answered after a minute. "Let's go."
Crouching low, we quickly ran over to them.
"How bad is it?" I asked once we got there.
Jason was laying on the ground next to a pile of stone with his jacket and shirt torn. There was a three inch cut on his lower belly. The blood was seeping through the stab wound, pooling around him.
Chris shook his head and grabbed more bandages.
"The wound is deep. But to answer your question, I don't know. I won't know until we get somewhere safe." he informed, putting pressure to the cut.
Jason winced but didn't say anything.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, even though I might get a smart ass answer.
"Feels like I got stabbed." he replied sarcastically.
"Why didn't you rang us on the walkie takie?" Kyle asked.
"It was in my back pocket, so I couldn't grab it. Chris was with me anyway and shot him before he could do much damage."
I sighed and shook my head.
"What am I going to tell your mom when you don't come home and you end up in the ground instead, or worse."
He sighed and looked at me. He opened his mouth to say something until Chris spoke up.
"We need to get somewhere so I can do a better job without being in the open."
"I agree. We shouldn't be out like this, exposed I mean. We're practically sitting ducks." Peter voiced his thoughts, looking at Jason. "No offense."
He grunted.
"Non taken."
"We can go to the prison." Nick suggested.
"The prison?" Peter wondered.
I nodded.
"It's underground and safe. Lieutenant Buchmann is there along with Lieutenant Grant."
"Jones doesn't even know its there." Kyle added.
"It doesn't feel like we have a choice. We either go to the prison or we stay out here." Jason said.
"He's right." Kyle said. "At least there you can stitch him up properly without having to look over your shoulder."
"Right." I agreed, putting Jason's left arm around my neck. "Peter, get his other side."
He nodded and mimicked my actions. We gently hoisted him up when the coast was clear. Kyle took the lead, making sure that we don't run into anyone, while Chris and Nick stayed in the back to make sure that we aren't being followed.
After falling to our knee's, from the bombs falling and shooting at the gunmen, we finally reached the door that blended into the wall.
"Where's the door?" Peter asked.
Without answering, Kyle looked around before putting his palm flat on the wall and pushing on it, making it push in a little before sliding open.
"Whoa." I heard Chris say.
We entered the threshold with Nick and Chris in front. Peter and I still had a hold of Jason as we walked down the stairs. Kyle was behind us, looking for the last time to see if we were being followed before following us into the prison, allowing the door to close softly behind him.
As we went deeper into the prison, I could hear voices coming around the corner where Mariah was.
Nick and Chris, who were a couple feet in front of us, pulled out their pistol's and crept along the wall until they reached the corner.
They looked at each other and nodded before raising their guns.
"Get down!" they simultaneously yelled.
I could sense Kyle grab his pistol behind me and Peter reaching for his.
I sighed.
"Guys put your weapons away. They won't hurt you."
We rounded the corner to see Ali and Mendoza on the ground, face down with their hands on their neck.
I let out another sigh and lead Peter and Jason to Mariah, who was glaring at the soldiers.
When we got closer, Mariah moved her glare towards me.
"Do you want to get your boys off of them?"
I chuckled and gently lowered Jason next to her, propping him against the wall. Her eyes morphed into concern when Jason grunted from the different position.
"What happened?"
"Stab wound." Peter answered.
I stood up and turned towards Chris and Nick, who still had their guns trained on the two men.
"What do you want us to do with them?" Nick asked.
"Nothing. I want you to put your weapons away."
"But-" Chris started, looking at me with shock.
"No buts, Lieutenant. These people are with us, not against us."
"How do you know?" Nick asked.
"Because they were the ones who told us about Jones."
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Brothers
Action(Completed) "What is it, Lieutenant?" I asked warily. "Sir, Lieutenant Hertz has been shot." ********* My team and I were called on a mission in Afghanistan. Our mission was to patrol around the border and throughout the city. Little did we know t...
