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..::When You Need Help::..

..::One::..

"Get ready to move in, guns aimed to stun. Ready? On my mark." Everyone nodded in agreement. A few agents took deep breaths as they prepared to go in. One agent kept weighing his weapon in his hands, making it appear as if it was light in his arms. There were butterflies in his stomach that he was unable to control. It was a moment of agitation, one the agent always felt at the start of a mission. Otherwise, all six agents were ready to go. "Three, two . . . Tick tock."

All the agents smiled at their commander's signal and moved into action.

It was time to go.

One particular agent dashed towards the building whilst reaching for the small item on his belt. Two other agents hauled open the large warehouse doors; one taking the left and one taking the right. The agent clicked off the safety from the stun grenade and rolled the small item into the warehouse. Everyone waited for exactly five seconds before a loud bang could be heard throughout the spacious building. All forces continued into the building fluidly, knowing that if there was anyone in close proximity, they would be blinded momentarily by the specialized grenade.

Everyone had to memorize the basic layout of the warehouse from the blueprints beforehand. The bottom level only had a small office off to the right side of the room. One staircase sat on the left side of the room that accessed a skywalk across the center of the warehouse. As for the interior, a few old couches sat in the corner along with multiple metal fold-out tables that were scattered all around the room.

He'd counted six men on guard on the lower and two on the upper level skywalk. There were four possibly already making a break for it out the back way.

'POP POP!'

Two men fell to the ground clutching their wounded knees.

Aim to stun. Right, He thought to himself.

More shots were fired; this time bullets were flying towards them. He flipped a metal table onto its side, using it as a shield. He heard the loud pinging against the table as the bullets dug into it. A few of the bullets barely managed to pierce through the surface but lost their velocity all the same.

Switching guns from his standard handgun to one with freezer bullets as ammo, he raised himself from his low crouch just enough to aim his gun at a man running up the stairs to the second level. Pulling the trigger twice, his assailant dropped down on the floor, rendered useless. Acting quickly, he shot down two more men with the same method. When the bullets seemed to take a pause, he pulled on the top of his gun, the weapon clicking as he did so.

"Cover me," one of the other agents said over the com.

He nodded and re-aimed the gun. "On it, Grace," he confirmed.

She ran past his hiding spot towards the staircase with her weapon lowered. It was a standard gun position when speed was needed.

From the corner of his eyes he saw a man enter the warehouse through the back door. In one of the man's hands was a small silver object; most likely a small handgun. Grace was only halfway up and still ascending the stairs, oblivious to the threat below her.

"I've got eyes on another bogey," he called into the com. "Lower level, just came through the back door."

The voice of his commander answered back, "Orders haven't changed: shoot to stun."

"Copy that, Chocolate," he answered with a smirk.

The man he spotted got a better grip on his weapon and lifted it to aim at Grace on the upper level. Using the same technique as before, the agent pulled the trigger twice.

The first bullet missed, but the second hit him square in the shoulder. When the man fell to the ground, he heard a voice over the com saying, "Nice shot, Greek."

"Thanks," he answered dryly.

Shots were fired in his direction, but they weren't aimed for him. A woman dropped to the ground behind him. A gun fell out of her hand.

"Watch your back, Greek." Another voice rang in his ear through the com.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm on it Pecs," he growled annoyed. Crouching back down behind the table, he used his leg to get the gun from the woman within his grasp. Once he got a grip on it, he stuffed it in one of his belt pockets.

Looking around again, he couldn't see any other hostiles on the lower level.

"Lower level cleared," the Commander stated firmly. "Greek, move on up to second level and make sure Warlock doesn't do anything stupid." Warlock complained at the statement, but was ignored. "Theo, Grace, gather the hostiles and tie them up."

A series of "Copy that" rang through the coms as each agent agreed. Plus, a sly comment of "Don't get sidetracked you two" from Pecs.

"Greek? You get that?" The commander asked.

"Yes sir. Moving to the second level now," He rose from his spot and proceeded to the staircase.

He kept his gun raised, unlike most of the other agents. His main job was to make sure no one got killed during this mission—including himself—, so safety was more important than speed at the moment.

He made it to the staircase without any mishaps. Three agents were walking across the skywalk while he proceeded, making his way to the second level.

He counted each step on the staircase, a technique one of the more experienced agents had taught him in order to calm his nerves. Plus, it helped to know how many steps were left when you needed to jump the rest of the way down in emergencies.

17, 18, 19, he counted in his head.

He turned left at the middle platform, continuing up the next flight of stairs.

20, 21, 22, 23—

TICK-POP! TICK-POP! TICK-POP!

Gun fire had been shot from upstairs. That caused him to dash up the last 17 steps, not only because of the sudden sound, but because that wasn't a regular gun shot.

No one on his team had any specially made guns besides him on this mission.

He made it to the second level. The stairs he took lead to a skywalk above the rest of the warehouse. The rooms on the upper level were all pushed in one area of the building. All he had to do was cross the walkway.

As both safety and speed were important now, he held his gun slightly lowered so he was able to see clearly. Coms had gone quiet as he made his way towards the rooms.

"This is Greek, is everything alright on second level?"

No response came.

"Hello?" He asked, halting halfway across the skywalk. If no one was responding, something had to be wrong. "Hello?" He called again. Worry started to make its presence known in his mind. Something wasn't right.

"Greek!" Someone shouted over the com.

"Thank gods," he huffed out in relief. "Are you alright? What's going on at the second level?"

"Get out of there!" she shouted loudly.

"What? Did you just say 'get out'?" He was pretty sure she was joking.

"Yes!" She confirmed sternly. "The hostiles got some bad juju up here. Get out now!"

He started running back the way he came, towards the stairs.

"Wait, what happened to the rest of the squad?"

"It doesn't matter! You need to get out!" was all she said.

He paused right at the top of staircase when she spoke those words.

This isn't right, he thought. Pecs always knew what the rest of the squad was doing. On or off duty.

"Pecs, what happened to the squad?" He asked again, looking out over at the other side of the skywalk where the rest of the squad should've been.

"I'm not sure, I just got outside," Pecs answered, sounding out of breath. "Where are you?"

He started back across the skywalk. "You're outside?"

"Yeah," she answered quickly.

He started walking faster back across the skywalk, towards the rooms on the other side. Instead of going into the rooms though, he went pass them and towards the end of the hall.

If he remembered the blueprints correctly, this warehouse only had two staircases to access the upper level: the main one he just took to get up on the skywalk and one on the east wall by the rooms that lead outside. He found it with no trouble. Descending down the stairs, he counted 44 steps.

There was a door at the bottom leading outside. When he tried the door though, it was locked. Not only that; the locks on the door were old and seemed liked they hadn't been touched in ages.

"Pecs, you still outside, right?" He questioned once again as he went back upstairs.

He heard her huff out a breath. "Of course I am."

He smiled. "I'm on my way then."

He wasn't leaving the building.

Unless Pecs had suddenly learned how to pass through walls or turn invisible, there was no way she was the one outside. After making back up the 44 steps, he moved onto the rooms.

Two were on his right while one remained on his left. He checked one of the rooms on his right first.

He stood outside the door for a few seconds, listening for any hostiles. Silence was the only thing that filled his ears. Opening the door, he was mortified at what met his sight.

Three agents on his squad laid motionless on the floor, each one had their hands holding their chest.

"Greek?" One of them croaked.

He looked down at the closest agent to him. Her light brown hair was splayed across her face and soaked with sweat.

It was Pecs. The one who was supposed to be outside.

After ripping the earpiece out of his ear, he squatted down in front of his fellow agent.

"Pecs?" He asked softly, wiping away the hair from her dark brown eyes. "What happened?"

"It was a trap, Greek. They've got some nasty weapons." She took in a deep shagged breath. "Not all of them are machines though."

He looked up around the room. No one else seemed to be breathing.

"They're dead," Pecs said bluntly. "Got them square in the shoulder with their fancy guns."

"And you?" He questioned worriedly.

She shook her head slightly. "They missed slightly, got me in the stomach."

He lifted her hand from where she was clutching once he noticed it was where she was injured. The wound was gruesome. Whatever they had in their weapons did more than just pierce through its victims. It was burning away the surrounding flesh of the entry point, which also meant it didn't smell too great.

"Argh," He held his sleeve to his nose in an attempt to block the stench. "They get you anywhere else?"

"Nah, seemed like they ran out of ammo before they could fire off anymore."

"I'm gonna get you out of here," he said simply. He dropped his weapon next to her on the ground and proceeded to lift her.

"Nah ah, try that and you're gonna get us both killed," She grunted slightly when he got her in his arms. "You ain't strong enough to lift me and get to the jet fast enough."

He hiked her up a little more before responding. "It's a good thing I did my squats this morning then."

After double checking that she was safely in his arms, he looked around the room for anything else that might stand out. He spotted nothing out of the ordinary. Pecs wasn't as heavy as she looked, so it wasn't too hard to maneuver them out of the room and down the 44 steps staircase.

"This door is locked," she said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Never stopped us before."

He kicked the door with his right leg, causing the old lock to break and the door to fly open.

The jet was parked by the north wall, the opposite side of where they entered the warehouse. This exit was on the east wall, meaning he had to run like hell right away.

The door was closer to the north wall than the south though, so he didn't have as far to run as fast. However, it wasn't long before he heard boots coming after them. By sound alone, it seemed like three or four men were following them.

"We've got some bogeys," Pecs called out to him from his arms.

Two shots were fired above his head.

"I'm aware of that," He turned the corner to the jet. "You know how to turn on auto-pilot?"

"I know how to fly the stupid bird manually!"

"I'll take that as a yes," he muttered.

They were only 20 feet away from the jet when the boots behind him stopped. Usually when the people that were chasing him stopped something was up.

Click, click.

That was the only warning he had before an object soared over his head. The jet went up in flames as it was hit with—what he assumed—was a missile of some sort.

Well, scratch escaping-with-the-jet off the list of escape plans, he thought dishearteningly.

With no time to come up with anything else as he heard their followers picking up the pace, he made a break for it. There were woods surrounding them; maybe he could lose the bogeys in there.

His speed was starting to slow from exhaustion, though. Pecs may not be heavy but it certainly made a difference when he was holding her and sprinting at full speed.

It only took a minute or so until they entered the forest; surrounded by the tall wooden trees. He was sure the men would've gained up on them by now as he was running with half the speed he started with.

When another five minutes passed without any more bullets flying after them and no orders to halt were shouted, he slowed down and came to a stop. Checking their surroundings, he realized they were in the thickest part of the forest; no one could be seen—or heard—from anywhere around them.

"It looks like we lost them," Pecs breathed out in relief.

He started to walk, heading north where a road should be. "You're not supposed to say stuff like that," he mumbled dryly.

She chuckled. "Like what?"

"Stuff like what you just said," he answered simply. "Usually when you say stuff like that, you end up jinxing yourself."

Pecs rolled her eyes. "You're so superstitious."

"I'm cautious," he corrected, keeping a steady pace. "There's a difference."

"Sure." It seemed more sarcastic than anything else, really.

"Theo and Grace," she said, changing the subject. "What happened to them?"

He stopped in his tracks.

"Di Immortales" he said under his breath. Realization dawned on him, followed by a tremendous wave of panic.

"What?" her voice raised slightly with panic.

"They're still back there," he turned around, picking up his pace to a jog. "I was so focused on getting out of there that I didn't think of what happened to them."

"How'd you know I needed to get out of there?" she questioned.

"I think someone got into our frequency. They said they were you and that you were outside."

Her face showed she was very confused, but shook her head in disagreement. "We can't go back." He kept the steady jog despite her argument. "They've got to have the place crawling with bogeys by now."

He let out a deep breath. "I can't leave them behind."

"We'll die if we try and go back now!"

He ignored her statement, picking up his pace again to a run. The warehouse was coming back in sight, except there was nobody nearby. He started to slow.

Feeling Pecs shift her head to look around, he did the same.

After a minute of waiting, he concluded on what to do next.

"Something's not right," he looked around again before continuing. "I'm gonna leave you here while—"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence. A missile soared overhead and bombed the warehouse.

The blast forced him down onto the ground with Pecs in his arms. Somehow, in his fall, he managed to drop her though. She fell somewhere off to his left.

The heat from the blast hit him like a wall. It was tremendously hot. The heat itself kept him motionless.

He wasn't aware of how long he laid on the ground, but it felt longer than ten minutes. The heat had reduced slightly, and he was starting to feel the pain along his body from the blast.

He turned his head to his left where Pecs laid. Her eyes were closed shut, a nasty gash on her forehead. Blood caked her hair, running across her face and small scratches had cut along her cheeks from the blast. He raised from the ground slowly to move towards her.

Everything hurt, especially his head; he may have hit it on something when he fell down. His vision was slightly blurry, which probably wasn't a good thing.

He kneeled down by her head and checked for a pulse. He couldn't tell if she was breathing; his vision was getting worse by the minute.

At first he couldn't feel anything, but right when he was about to remove his fingers from her neck, he felt it. Her pulse was very faint, but she was still alive.

He exhaled a deep breath, but didn't dwell in his relief for long. She may still have a pulse; however, she wasn't going to make it for much longer.

Immediately, he reached for her earpiece. Having thrown his out in the warehouse, he couldn't exactly use it. After getting it in his ear, he checked to see if it was working.

"C.C., this is Greek. I am requesting an extraction team immediately. Over."

Static was all he heard in response.

"C.C., do you copy?"

Static again.

"Pecs is injured severely, but she is still alive. No bogeys in sight, Over."

Fear was gripping at his heart; Pecs was only getting worse. He would not be able to find a way back to base without C.C.'s help.

He waited a little longer listening to the static. Right when he thought all hope was lost, a voice rang out in the earpiece.

"Greek, is that you?!"

Someone had heard him.

"Yes it is. Is this really someone from C.C.?"

"Yes, yes. This is Andrew from C.C. I'm confused. It says this is Pecs' com."

"Your computer isn't wrong. I lost my earpiece in the warehouse, so I had to take hers."

"Okay," His voice sounded very relieved. "Wait, is Pecs alright?"

"Not for long. She's unconscious and it looks like she hit her head pretty hard after the blast."

"Sending a ride right away to your location. Don't move."

He heard a few beeps through the earpiece.

"Okay, I guess my plan to go to Morocco is off the table then?"

"Ha ha. Very funny," Andrew answered dryly.

He smirked at his own joke. When he looked up, he saw a white box coming down.

Their ride was here.

It landed about five feet away from them with two medical agents already inside. He wasn't sure when they came up with the little box thing, but was glad they had.

"Come on, we need to get her checked right away." One of the agents told him.

Picking her up, he walked into the container. The box had bullet proof glass windows and one seat on the wall, where he sat down Pecs.

"Hold on tight," One of the medical agents said to him. There were several handles on the top of the container, so he grabbed onto one of those.

His knuckles turned white from the death grip he had on the handle. "I hate flying."

The box rocketed back into the air with the four agents inside.

At the speed they were going, it only took a minute for the white container to reach its destination, entering a large plane from below. After a few clicks, the floor below it closed and locked itself into place.

The mechanical doors opened automatically with a hiss. A medical team of three was already waiting for them outside the box. They even had a stretcher to wheel Pecs to the medical bay area.

"How bad is it?" One of them asked, squatting down next to Pecs.

"Serious wound to her abdomen," another agent answered from the flight up. "Looks like a possible concussion to the head."

The first agent stood again. "Let's get her on the stretcher."

The now five medical agents lifted Pecs, each taking a limb to get her settled.

"What about him?" One of the medical agents asked before they wheeled Pecs out.

"I'll stay behind, with Jerry," The first agent answered. "You guys get her to medical bay. Stat."

A series of "Yes sir" rang from the other agents as they rolled Pecs down the hallway, yelling at the occasional person to get out of their way.

"Is she going to be alright?" Greek asked the two medical agents he had come to stand next to after exiting the container.

They both looked at him sympathetically. "We'll see."

..::..::..::..::..::..

"Agent Johnson?"

Two bright blue-green eyes snapped up at the man standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry sir, what were you saying?" He brushed his raven black hair out of his face with his hand, careful not to touch the stitches across his eyebrow as he did so.

"We're going to go ahead and start this interview. Are you ready?"

He nodded from his seat. He knew the basic procedure already.

"Okay."

The man walked over to the other side of the table and turned on a camera they had set up to face the black-haired agent. After a few seconds, a small red light shined on top of the camera.

The man cleared his throat.

"For the record, please state your name and age."

"Peter Johnson. Age: 20"

"Okay Agent Johnson," the man said as he slid into a seat across from him. "Please, explain to me what happened on Mission Number #7294?"

The agent took a deep breath.

"What would you like to know?"

Edited 7/26/2018

And here we go again. I got a brand new beta!

ForeverReading24 is the name, fixing my mistakes is their game.

I'm super stoked to be working with them and hope I won't lose this one.

Orginal A/N is below

In case you're curious, this is placed obviously after "Last Olympian". But I decided to completely ignore HoO for this story, because that's just how I have this worked out right now.

I've had this idea brewing in my mind ever since I found out about crossover FF. So . . .

Any who, Please review! This is my first crossover FF, any criticism is appreciated. :D

I apologize to people reading any of my other stories, they will be updated soon. (Hopefully.)

I'm not abandoning any of my other stories, I just really wanted to write this one.

Again, Please review, please don't kill me in my sleep if I suddenly don't updated any of my stories . . .

That's it!

Goodbye. O_O

-MFM