It had happened quicker than Danny could appreciate a good scotch. What had seemed like an ordinary mission of retrieval, had turned into something far far more complex. One minute he’s landed, gearing in to retrieve the piece of war technology, and the next, his squad is ambushed, and he’s knocked out from behind.
When he comes to, Danny finds himself tied to a chair, and once he can focus, finds his (!) commanding officer staring down at him with a - pleased expression on his face. It doesn’t take long for the Flight Lieutenant to figure out what had happened, and in the next moment, his commanding officer has slid a “confession” to Danny, telling him to consider his very limited options.
And the next thing he knows, he’s in prison for something he didn’t do.
He gets his one phone call, and though he knows that the RAF has its own attorneys, he’s not really sure he can trust anyone in the military at the moment, and without any hesitation, dials a number he’s dialed many times before - but in happier circumstances.
“Mike? It’s Danny.” Although he tries to remain calm, his anxiety is given away by how thick his accent was. “Look lad, ah’m - sorry to bother you, but eh -...ah’m in a bit o’ a jam here.” Pauses, clearing his throat. “They’ve ah - put me in prison, an - look, ah’ve watched enough Blue Bloods with Tom Selleck in it t’know how this sounds, but -...you’ve got t’believe me - ah didnae do it.”