Bravo + Metal have powers. Powers are not the norm, so they attempt (poorly) to hide them. They do not know that the others have powers.
"How don't you notice that the 6 people you're closest to have powers?"
Well, reader, it is because they are all collectively So Very Stupid. In their efforts to conceal their own powers, they render themselves Oblivious to each other's powers.
Their powers are:
Jason - Super strength
Ray - Uncanny aim & holding breath indefinitely
Sonny - Teleportation
Trent - Speak to the dead
Brock - Summon tentacled monsters
Clay - Convert sound into force
Metal - Mind control
Who does know about these idiots and their powers? Blackburn. The man is fucking SUFFERING. He knows exactly what's going on and is not stepping in ONLY because there is a massive betting pool with the s/o's to figure out when they all figure it out.
Trent and Metal know each other's (they're dating), but are under the impression they're the only two and it's.. guys... it's so painful to watch. Their excuses for each other are. So. Bad. It's incredible that neither have them have had the other brought in for an emergency psych checkup.
Also Brian is alive but injured (& dating Clay) because I say so and he's in a Davis role because I also say so, also very much aware of everything that is going on and is LIVING for it.
Brian has a whiteboard with a "Stupid Almost Power Reveal" tally and he's started having to erase previous tallies and just write it in 10s (eg erasing 20 marks and just adding 20 to the written score) because this is... incredible amounts of denial from truly everyone.
Does the rest of DEVGRU have powers? Maybe! Who knows? Not Bravo!! Those guys are OBLIVIOUS. The last time Clay lost his temper and yelled, everything fell off the walls and they thought that a mini-earthquake just Happened to happen at the same time. Blackburn screamed into Lisa's shoulder that night. They also drank A Lot of alcohol.
(if you've seen this on discord already... hush I have Thoughts but no motivation to write)
I made a quiz to determine what SEAL Team character you are! The picture are all incredible (in my opinion) so feel free to post your results in a reblog or comment!
Trent's sat in the briefing room when the rest of Bravo arrives, looking rather like death warmed up. Jason opens his mouth, presumably to ask him what's wrong, but Trent fixes him with a steely glare over his mug. Brock cracks a grin at the mug; printed on the side is WORLD'S BEST DAD with the DAD being crossed out and Sonny's handwriting scrawling MEDIC next to it. It's old, already in use by the time Brock had joined Bravo, from Trent's Bravo Six days.
Trent sips his black-as-ink coffee and waits for Bravo to settle down. Blackburn and Ellis are running late and so is Metal, it would seem. When all of Bravo is sat, Trent brings the mug away from his mouth.
"When Scott gets here, I get the first say." Perhaps Metal is hiding? Brock wouldn't exactly blame him, because inducing Trent's pre-coffee wrath was rather like wearing a necklace of steak and walking into a cage full of starving lions. An uneasy look passes between Ray and Jason. Behind them, the door clicks open and in walks Metal, a cup of coffee in hand. And he's a sight to see.
A bruise runs from his cheekbone to his temple, purple and black with yellow edges. He locks eyes with Trent and freezes for a second before his hands come up defensively. "I can explain."
"Oh, can you?" The threat in Trent's tone makes Metal wince before he strides up to the table. Written in block letters across the side is SAWYER and Trent accepts it with a glare to rival Metal's signature one. "Can you explain why I had to talk some lovely officers out of arresting you last night?"
That's news to the rest of them, who look over to Metal, who in turn straightens his back and replies with a surprisingly steady "They weren't going to arrest me."
"Scott, you were in the back of a police car."
"Coincidence."
"Oh really!?"
Blackburn takes that exact moment to open the door and begin the briefing; purposefully ignoring Trent glaring daggers at Metal the entire time.
With the help of @bravo-four-seal-team, @@jayhalsteadfan-2417 and @rebelwrites, we made a list.
A list, posted on various walls throughout the Naval base, the plane and the cage room. About 1/3 of it is typed up, the rest is in hastily written pen. Made by Blackburn to try and corral Bravo. It's doing its best.
Just so you're all aware, this is a 6.5-page document.
0: On the days of Adam and Swanny’s Death, leave the group be to remember them. I will not protect you.
1: Brock Is Not Allowed Coffee. No exceptions.
1.1: Do not leave Metal alone with Brock when Coffee is around.
2: Dick jokes are not required in briefings
3: If a single one of you bastards get between me and my coffee, we will be having issues
5: You made the dog sad; you die.
8: DO NOT GIVE THEM NERF GUNS
9: WHO THE HELL GAVE THEM WATER GUNS
9.1: STICKS DO NOT GIVE THEM STICKS THEY WILL PRETEND THEY ARE GUNS
10: Dirt bikes (don’t ask)
11: ARCHERY IS A BIG NO
12: FISHING. WHY AM I BANNING FISHING
13: Fire. That is all
14: KNIVES. WHY ARE YOU GIVING THEM KNIVES?
15: LADDERS (NEVER AGAIN)
16: PLASTIC CUTLERY ONLY UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES GIVE THEM METAL CUTLERY
16.1: Scratch that, they stab people with the metal cutlery. Let them suffer the consequences of their actions. They can eat with their hands.
17: MEMES ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE MEETING ROOM
18: Horse riding. (METAL IT IS NOT A TACTICAL DISMOUNT ITS CALLED FALLING AND GETTING A CONCUSSION)
19: BOY BANDS (not allowed to be played on the plane)
19.1: GIRL BANDS (for the love of god, they will try and imitate them)
19.2 RAP MUSIC (they think they are the next Eminem and will make your ears bleed)
20: Do not tell Jason he is not allowed to do something. He finds a way to do it
20.1: Apparently Ray will do the exact same without question
21: Do not leave any members of the team with upper brass. (How did you make an Admiral with years of combat CRY!)
22: Clay is under Jason’s protection don’t go after him they will not find your body
22.1: If Clay calls Jason dad just leave it ok
22.2: Actually, check on Jason, he’s been standing staring for the past hour now
23: Hairdryers are banned (HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET YOUR BEARD CAUGHT SONNY)
24: Only Trent is allowed to call Metal by his legal first name. Ensign Williams learnt that one the hard way.
25: Paintball is banned from the base the last time it was extreme and got violent
26: The transformers movies because clay tried to do a stunt it ended badly
27: Thumbtacks apparently
28: Any Marvel movie (Jason you’re not Captain America)
28.1: DC movies are out as well
28.2: Disney Princess movies as well (don’t ask)
30: Do not leave phone unlocked around Sonny, he will not hesitate to change everything
36: DO NOT LET THEM GET SO DRUNK THEY START SINGING. IF I HEAR IN THE NAVY ONE MORE TIME, I WON'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS
37: IF THERE IS SILENCE DROP EVERYTHING AND START HUNTING AND PANICKING
38: Grenade launchers are not required for every mission Trent
39: WHO GAVE METAL A SWORD
42: Yes, Clay does know an Admiral by name. Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.
45: If Clay starts angrily ranting in a foreign language, don't worry. He's thinking out loud, not plotting to destroy the base
45.1: If Clay is calmly talking in a foreign language just back away slowly
48: SpongeBob is a Bad Idea because they are way too Annoying and make References (I’m looking at you, Clay)
52: Sharpies. When I find whoever gave me this sharpie tattoo sleeve, there will be hell to pay
56: DO NOT LET CLAY HAVE A GRIMM REAPER OUTFIT! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HES NEARLY GIVEN SONNY AND TRENT A HEART ATTACK AT 3 AM
57: Red paint. I went to check something at 3 am and Clay was painting a satanic ritual on the floor
58: 3 am checks are a bad idea. (I have seen things, people!)
62: Explosives are to be locked away when not on mission Sonny and Clay will try and play catch with a live homewrecker
62.1: I expected Metal as a Master Chief to know better - he falls under the same rule as Clay and Sonny.
63: Don't wake Clay when he is sleeping back away slowly and leave the room
64: If I'm sleeping, back away and leave the room. Interrupt me if they've broken a rule, or if the base is actively being bombed. If not, I don't care.
65: Have multiple phone chargers or they will disappear and you’re not getting them back
68: If you call Clay anything other than a nickname expect to get punched or stabbed or sniped in the ass when least expected
68.1: Metal will stab you. Please remember he has a shovel and lye in his truck (WHY DO YOU HAVE IT)
68.2: Don't try to take the shovel and lye off of Metal
69: NEVER say the number 69 around them they are all immature children and expect tongue in cheek comments
70: NEVER interrupt Sonny when he is eating breakfast, he is grumpy in the morning
72: If they are all asleep make no sound - YOU WAKE THEM THEY ARE YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE
73: For the love of god, stop giving Clay earth mineral nicknames. This is the third time this week I've watched Sonny empty limestone dust from his pack
75: Do not give them hammers! What is wrong with you people?
79: Do Not talk to Trent unless it’s after 2 coffees
83: For the love of god, don't ask Metal if he ever did nude modelling in art school. He will begin stripping, literally anywhere
91: Cerberus is a good boy and you hurt Brock you die
98: Super Glue (never again)
99: MY COFFEE IS OFF LIMITS WHOEVER PUT SALT IN IT WILL PAY
100: Do not give in to their peer pressure while they are drunk, I will not be doing it again
100.1: WHY AM I HEARING IN THE NAVY AGAIN?!
100.2: Sweet Caroline won't work twice
100.3: WHY ARE YOU SINGING BARBIE
100.4: SONNY, CLAY IS NOT A BARBIE GIRL
103: Don't tell Sonny he looks good in pink because you better believe he will keep wearing it (and probably some girl clothes too) to keep getting compliments
114: I ALREADY WROTE SUPER GLUE WHY DO I NEED TO WRITE IT AGAIN
115: HAIR DYE (Why did you dye Metal and Trent’s hair pink?!)
115.1: Face paint (Sonny, their faces did not need to match their hair)
116: Do NOT touch Clay, Charlie team learnt that, and someone ended up nearly losing a finger. (And it wasn’t because of the dog)
117: If they offer you a drink whilst smirking DO NOT take it
118: Sea shanties – if I hear one more SEA SHANTY while we are FLYING
119: If you hear someone shout incoming, run, it’s not an attack, it is Bravo, someone has done something and they’re coming to tell me
120: Vegemite is not allowed in the base after Jason let Clay eat it
121: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (JASON I DONT CARE IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO ACT LIKE LEO IT WAS A BAD MOVE)
122: Hawaii 5-0, if I hear one more thing about how we should hang people of the rook of buildings I am going to shoot someone
124: Mortal Kombat (Clay was acting like Scorpion for a month)
130: Itching Powder (looking at you Brock)
131: DO NOT TOUCH JASONS TOMATOES - you will get a bamboo cane jammed into your thigh
134: Capes - YOU ARE NOT SUPERMAN CLAY STOP PRETENDING YOU CAN FLY BY JUMPING OFF THE HOOCHES
134.1: Edna Mode said NO CAPES - I EXPECT NO CAPES WORN BY ANYONE ON MY TEAM
138: Laser Tag is fun until someone gets hurt (Sonny and Clay you know what happened)
138.1: Laser Tag! (Ray needed to go to the hospital guys, come on)
143: Basketball. My nose will never be straight again.
144: Bravo and Ice skates don’t mix (the only person good on them is Jason but no other member of Bravo is allowed on the ice again)
144.1: Same goes for rollerblades
145: Ash Spencer is not allowed to be alone with Clay (Jason punched him last time he was on base)
145.1: Do not leave Jason, Metal or Sonny alone with Ash Spenser, it’s going to end up with a murder charge.
146: Clay is Jason’s adopted kid and needs to be supervised when Jason is away
151: SLIME - FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT GIVE THEM SLIME
152: GLITTER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE
153: SCISSORS - Jase cut a chunk of Clay’s hair in the night now the base is a war zone
153.1: DONT FUCK WITH COVERBOY'S HAIR see point 68 for consequences
154: NAIR (why do you even have it?)
156: Call Of Duty (Clay must be supervised when playing it)
157: Do Not leave Clay unattended with Metal (They are both recovering from the ONE CHIP/DEATH CHIP Challenge)
158: Marshmallows (don’t ask)
163: The Hunger Games (are not a good training exercise)
164: The Olympus Has Fallen movies are not allowed to be mentioned in any given time)
173: If you mention the word ice-cream just run, run for your life
176: If I am sleeping STOP THROWING PAPER AT ME
177: Yelling FOR NARNIA is not an appropriate battle cry
178: The Fast And Furious movies (Clay you are not Brian so stop)
182: Nap time is important if their asleep do something else but if you wake them run like hell
190: Any movies about WAR are BANNED (I need a drink to talk about that one)
200 (From Bravo): Blackburn isn't allowed any more paper
200.1 (From Bravo): or pens
200.2: (Blackburn) Handcuffs. They handcuffed me to my desk and wrote that
200.3 (Blackburn): Bravo will not be allowed to tell their Commanding Officer what to do
202: Who keeps giving them superglue? This is the 8th time we are having to unglue Sonny and Clay’s hands
203: Do not let any of them take point on Briefing EVER
205: Are you serious? Paperclips! Do not give them PAPERCLIPS
206: Leaving anyone unattended with fire is a bad idea - I can still smell burning
210: This is Sparta (Jason don't kick people off the roof)
210.1: JASON I SAID NO KICKING PEOPLE YOU DONT LIKE OFF THE ROOF
213: Ash Spenser is not allowed on base. DEVGRU heard about what kind of dad he is, and now its kill-on-sight
213.1: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ASH BEING ON BASE
214: Puppy dog eyes because Clay has been using them on anyone to get out of doing paperwork
215: RAY STOP DOING JASONS PAPERWORK
216: GO TO A HOSPITAL IF INJURED, TRENT HAS A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOU LOT
217: THE GLEE CAST SOUNDTRACK IS NOT TO BE USED ON THE BASE
218: DO NOT PUT LION KING ON - they will cry like babies and there’s no consoling them over Mufasa
220: If I have to explain why BRAVO will not be joining teaching GREEN TEAM please see rule 1 and understand from that then ask the Green Team Instructor. (Brock terrified them by running the O Course in 30 minutes, all because someone gave him coffee)
220.1: And yes, that is the on the 50-minute-record O course. The time hasn’t been counted since it involved performance-enhancing substances
221: WHO THE HELL INTRODUCED THEM TO FROZEN
221.1 NO I DONT WANT TO BUILD A BLOODY SNOWMAN
221.2: WE WERE DEPLOYED TO SERBIA YOU BASTARDS
222: Gray’s anatomy (That is all)
227: VAPES - YOU DONT SMOKE AND ARE NOT PUFF THE MAGIC FUCKING DRAGON (clay I’m looking at you)
228: HATS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN BRIEFINGS (Sonny you know what you did)
229: MAGIC MIKE AND MAGIC MIKE XXL (still haunts my dreams)
233: I am begging you can you please BE NICE TO THE FLEET ADMIRAL (it's the 3rd time he's left in tears)
234: Chocolate - just run ok
235: Please stop re-enacting the screen from titanic when we are on a boat (I’m looking at you Brock)
235: PIZZA NIGHT IS A FREE FOR ALL AND IF YOU DONT WANT A BROKEN NOSE JUST BACK AWAY
236: Jokes. JOKES ARE BANNED - IF I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY I WON'T BE HAPPY – NO ITS NOT FINE TO JOKE ABOUT THE FACT YOU HAVE BEEN STABBED CLAY
236.1: STAB WOUNDS ARE NOT ADDITIONAL POCKETS
237: Monopoly got violent last time and Jason got punched
237.1: In fact, any board games turn violent even snakes and ladders
237.2: Board games. Just please stop playing board games
240: Why am I revisiting the nerf guns people? IT WAS A FAMILY BARBECUE! (You lot need to learn to let your kids win!)
241: Brock is banned from Cooking - I do not want food poisoning again
244: WE DO NOT NEED A FLASH MOB EVERY TIME DONT STOP MOVING BY SCLUB 7 COMES ON
246: If they pass out around the fire pit for the love of god move them Clay and Sonny tend to like melting the sole of their boots on the flames even when passed out
251: Plastic cups only (this rule is to stop sonny from smashing them)
254: Why am I needing to revisit Sharpies? They aren’t allowed them, give them Crayola's or crayons
254.1: Scrap that YOU CAN’T EAT THE CRAYONS
256: Clay you are not Spiderman get off the walls
257: WHO GAVE COFFEE TO BROCK!!
257.1: THIS IS RULE ONE ON THE LIST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
258: Don't mention Hawaii five 0 just don't
258.1: They will attempt the intro to it, it’s just painful
259: Don't mention Harry Potter because they will all cry over different characters deaths
287: Soup is now banned (Ray. I honestly thought you were the normal one of the team. I am disappointed)
321: If you see Clay and Sonny cuddling just walk away, pretend you didn’t see anything, one of them had a bad day and the other is the only one they will confine in
322: Don't mention the Philippines or India just don't
330: If Metal and Trent are talking, just leave them be. (No one wants to know if Metal is yelling about something stupid Trent did)
331: Popcorn is not allowed on base it ended up in everyone's gear
342: Non-Aerosol Deodorant. (Two of them tried to eat it before realising it wasn't edible)
344: Aerosol Deodorant. (Metal and Sonny used it with lighters. to create a flamethrower)
344.1: Side note LIGHTERS ARE BAD
345: Headphones. DO NOT ASK
346: Rubber bands are not slingshots
FINAL NOTE: FROM BRAVO - BLACKBURN LOVES US REALLY PLEASE IGNORE THE ABOVE LIST ITS ALL LIES
Clay Spencer is rarely off his guard. It’s a hazard to himself and the people around him if he’s not alert. But being on guard all the time is exhausting. That’s why he had his eyes closed in the cage room, cage door ajar and his head leant against his locker. He’d just got back from being spun out with Bravo, a weeklong mission that had meant he’d had to stay awake in 20-hour stints, constantly watching a target house for a man who’d only arrived on the sixth day they’d been there. He’d been in the cage room for around an hour, about 15 minutes after Trent had finished sorting his supplies and gone home, a grumbled order to follow in his footsteps as Trent leaves, looking as bad as Clay did. There was a good chance that Bravo team would sleep for about 25 straight hours.
That’s why – he’d reason to himself in the following months – he hadn’t looked up when the door opened. Why he hadn’t greeted them, because it could be Bravo, Blackburn, Davis, their support team, all have access to the room. His cage is unlocked (why would it be locked? He's on base, home turf, in a restricted access building), so they get the drop on him. The four of them, green team rookies who probably haven’t even met a Tier One operator before, walk in quietly. Clay doesn’t look up, doesn’t question them. He doesn’t see their faces, their names, or the bat that one of them holds. He has his back turned to them, slowly squaring away his bag with the air of someone who needed downtime. He doesn’t see the bat coming, doesn’t have the time to shout out in pain before he’s on the floor.
They drag him into the threshold of his cage, and one of them puts a foot on his chest – right above his pounding heart, ready to burst out of his chest from the adrenaline beginning to pour into him – and two more pairs of hands come down to restrain his arms. His legs kick out uselessly, between the foot pressing down – ow ow ow ow – on his chest and the hands digging into the flesh of his arm, he can’t fight them off. He can only watch through blurry vision, struggling and restrained, as the wooden bat descends onto his chest, right on one of his ribs. The pained groan that echoes out makes one of them laugh and Clay knows that the laugh is going to haunt his dreams.
Clay’s eyesight blacks out and his consciousness leaves him, taking him to a place where he can’t feel his nose break, or the bruises forming on his exhausted body.
-
Eric Blackburn knows he is only slightly better off than his team, not that he knows the state of his rookie – of course. Blackburn leaves his debrief, having reported Bravo’s AARs and answered questions until he was dismissed. He can practically feel his bed – and his wife – calling him home. As he leaves the office, he decides to check the cage room. Bravo had looked, for lack of a better word, dead on their feet; and he wouldn’t put it past any of his idiots operators to either curl into a ball on the cage floor or hang a hammock so they could sleep at the base. They were going to give him grey hairs, the lot of them.
He pushes the wooden door open and walks in, blearily looking through the darkness over to the cages, trying to see if there are any hammocks hanging. When he sees none, he rubs at his sore eyes and lets his tired gaze fall to the floor. His eye catches on a shiny patch on the floor, and he fumbles for the light switch on the wall for a few seconds before he manages to find it, figuring that he’d at most need to call for someone to clear whatever Clay had spilt in front of his-
Oh god. Oh god. No no no no no no. Bravo Six lies on the floor of his cage. His head and shoulders both lie past the threshold. His head lies in a puddle of blood, with his face turned away from Eric.
It’s 2am, and god knows when this happened. Any way that Eric mentally spins this, there’s no good outcome. Something happened to Clay while the team wasn’t there. Eric runs the mere feet to where Clay is facing, and what greets him is, put simply, pain. Blood dribbles out of a very broken nose, and a forming bruise spans most of Clay’s jaw, and that’s just what Eric can see. He’s certain that there’s more beneath Clay’s shirt. He falls to his knees in front of Clay’s slack face, his knees breaking the surface tension of the puddle of blood, and he doesn’t pay it any mind, even as it stains his trousers. His hands find their way to Clay’s face, and a tiny bit of tension leeches from his body when he finds the skin warm.
“Clay? Clay! Bravo Six!” His voice increases steadily in volume, as Clay doesn’t show any sign of responding or so much as registering that his commanding officer is trying to wake up please god Clay wake up get his attention. Eric pulls out his phone, thanking something above that he’d remembered to pick it up as he left Bravo’s briefing room. He dials 911 and he ignores the blood staining his fingertips, and his screen, and his trousers, and his skin, and the floor and and and, giving the operator who answers him all the information that he can think of – rattling off his service number and Clay’s, telling the man that he was on a military base, that they needed an ambulance, that Clay had a concussion, that he had already bled a lot. The operator told him that the ambulance would arrive in about 10 minutes. Eric hung up the phone without thinking too much about it.
Alpha Five, a middle eastern man named Jordan Frazier, walks past the open door, and double-takes in a way that Eric would have found comical if not for the fact that he’s kneeling in a puddle of his rookie’s blood. Eric’s eyes bore into Frazier and he barks out an order – praying that Alpha’s operators responded better to the chain of command then his own team did.
“Go to the entrance and direct the ambulance.”. Frazier gets halfway through a salute before processing that there were more important matters at hand then paying due respect to Eric. Eric’s gaze looks back down to Clay, to his unmoving, unflinching face. Eric’s hand moves down to Clay’s jugular, feeling Clay’s heartbeat. Even though it is weaker than Eric would like, Eric hangs to the feeling, to the knowledge that his annoying as hell brother, son, nephew mix that he wouldn't replace if you held a gun to his head operator is still alive.
“Bravo Six! Blondie! Sunshine!” He tries the nicknames that he’s overheard Bravo calling him, praying that something will get Clay to wake up.
Time passes in a paradox, both slow and fast, as Eric continues trying to rouse Clay. He looks up when he hears a noise in the doorframe, and tension bleeds from his body when a paramedic bursts through the door, a gurney trailing him. Frazier helps the other paramedic get the gurney through the door, and he’s followed in by Alpha Two.
The paramedics assess that Clay is okay for transport and that their biggest concern is his headwound. Eric is instructed to hold gauze against the back of Clay’s head, where the bleeding is concentrated and he doesn’t think about how the blood, Clay’s blood, there’s so much blood, on his hands stains the outside of the gauze. When the paramedics get him atop a backboard, it’s all Eric can do to keep the pressure on the wound as Derek, Jordan and the two paramedics all lift the board onto the gurney.
Derek and Jordan step away, letting the trio start making their way towards the base’s entrance where the ambulance is parked. A silent communication passes between them, and they storm out in sync, looking for the rest of Alpha. Someone did this to Bravo’s rookie. Clay may be Bravo’s rookie, but he was Tier One’s kid. They've all seen him work, all given him pointers, all taken and given advice. They've seen Bravo take the kid - and he is a kid, the youngest Tier One operator in history - under their wing, and that means that Tier One took him under his wing. Thanks to Clay’s knowledge of languages, there wasn’t a Tier One team who hadn’t utilised the kid’s skills. Some punks on base had hurt their kid. A fellow sailor had hurt their kid.
As they’ve gathered Alpha, they run across Delta, who have finished a couple of late-night rounds in the shootout house. Delta One, a formidable man named Tyler Jaramillo, or TJ, takes one look at the stormy faces of Alpha and draws some speedy assumptions.
“Clay?” Behind TJ, Delta perks up, looking away from where they’re ribbing each other.
“Somebody attacked him in the Bravo cages.” Full Metal isn’t one to beat around the bush, especially when their kid is involved. Delta matches Alpha, anger burning and knuckles whitening. The cages are sacred, a place where sailors can decompress in a place that is solely their own. And someone had gone into that room, had attacked one of their own, had hurt him so bad that his commanding officer had needed to call him an ambulance.
“We need to find who did it.” This is a given, but it gives the teams something to focus on. Alpha and Delta both splinter off in their operating pairs, with the intention of finding somebody who had blood on their uniform.
Alpha and Delta’s 2ICs pair up to make their way over to the security room where the cameras are. While the room is unmanned – it’s a base full of sailors trained by millions of taxpayer dollars, why do they need an on-duty security guard – they know how to access the footage. TJ and Metal stay behind to inform Bravo of the situation, on the off chance that Blackburn hadn’t called Jason yet.
Metal makes the call to Jason, and Jason picks up the phone with a tone of irritation, and Metal can hear Jason picking up his car keys before Metal even gets the chance to start speaking. Jason cuts of whatever Metal was about to say – “I know about Clay, I’m going to the hospital right now, and I’m about to call the rest of Bravo.” The dial tone rings out before Metal can get a word in edgeways, not that he needed to anyway.
TJ pulls his phone out of his back pocket, shooting a text to the group chat that has the Tier One Master Chiefs and 2ICs in it. Spenser was attacked in the Bravo cages. Delta and Alpha on base. Finding who did it.
Metal’s phone buzzes from where he’s putting it in his pocket, but since he watched TJ send the message, he doesn’t bother checking it. They make their way over to their 2ICs in the hope that they’ve found who hurt their rookie.
Sped-up footage of the hallway shows four Green Team trainees entering the room, leaving 10 minutes later, and then Blackburn checking in about 5 minutes after they’d left. The footage is stopped as Jordan entered the frame, a still of his confused face. Derek rewinds it back to the trainees entering the room and manages to get three non-blurred pictures of the trainees, the other one is looking down at the bat he is holding, meaning that they can’t get a good angle of it. TJ and Metal take pictures of the three they manage to get, sending it to their respective groups in the hopes that the images will help to flush out the fourth.
Trent, Ray, Metal and Clay are all sat in a scooby van, cruising away from a quiet in-out op in backcountry Middle East. None of them are quite sure where they are – they stopped caring about the exact location about 20 minutes ago, when they'd exfilled. Jace, Sonny and Brock are sat in the other car. Brock's sat in the wheel of that one, and based on the plume of dust that had shot off the ground then the trio's car had peeled out of the base, Brock wasn't being kind to the gas pedal.
Trent was much more sedate, instead focusing his energy on arguing across the car to Metal, who's sat in the back, feet kicked up on the seat in front of him. Ray's sat in the passenger, eyes fixed on the road but grin giving him away as listening to the argument. Clay's feet are resting atop Metal's knees, leant back to a nearly horizontal position.
"No no no, you don't get to tell me about Mrs Gertrude, I'm the one that lives next to her, and besides-"
"Mrs Gertrude is a lovely lady and I'm not even certain that you know the code to get into your house, how would you even know about-"
"Scott so help me god, you better not be about to get all high and mighty with me about knowing codes-"
A sudden flash of light and heat and pain.
The first thing Trent becomes aware of is the lack of light, then pain searing a line across his back. He rolls onto his side and suddenly light fills his vision.
Wait. It's night time. How is there light?
His eyes focus more, and he makes out the shape of the van they were just in, on its side, flames coming out of the side that's been ripped open by... something. A shadow crosses his vision and he sees Ray's soot-stained face looming in front of him, hand fisting in his jacket to pull him up. Trent scrambles to his feet as Ray starts talking, yelling above the ringing in both their ears.
"Clay and Metal are still inside! You grab Metal!"
Trent nods, and together they run towards the overturned van. Ray makes it first, Trent slowed by pain searing across his back. The handle, previously plastic, is now a molten mass on the back of the van. Ray grabs it first, gloves pushing into the still-hot plastic. Smoke billows out of the hole in the side of the car and Trent thinks 'oh, it might have been a bomb' before he joins Ray in pulling apart the doors.
They both jump back when a hand bangs on the glass, smearing the soot painting the inside of the window. It slams against the window again, and Trent can tell words are being yelled, but they're distorted by the roaring flames bursting out of the side of the van's open side and the ringing in Trent's ears. Ray's hearing must be slightly better since he yells back.
"We're coming! We're getting the door open now!" A moment of silence, then an answering sound. Ray's back onto pulling the remnants of the handle before the noise even stops. Trent starts again with renewed vigour because one of his brothers is alive in there.
The door suddenly CLUNKs, and both of them have to jump back as gravity forces the door to the floor. They both surge forwards, pulling their respective person out. Clay scrambles out, practically leaping into Ray's arms when he reaches out to help pull Clay out of the van. Trent latches onto Scott's jacket much as Ray had grabbed him, pulling with all his might, managing to get Scott's legs out from under the metal they were pinned by. Scott lands on the floor with a sound of pain but Trent pulls him further and further away, only stopping when the pair are around 20 feet from the van; level with where Ray is checking Clay.
Scott coughs for a few moments before talking. "You know, that was a bit like last Tuesday when you-"
Trent grabs both sides of his face, looking down at the soot-stained face of his best friend. "Scott, if you're about to say 'when you pulled me out of that police car', I'm putting you back in that fucking van."
Blackburn looks over his team. The back end of a Gucci mission, all but a few hours from getting on their plane home. The base they were set up on was set up next to a pebble beach, so Bravo had made a unanimous decision to spend their last few hours on the base sat around sunning.
Sonny and Ray were both sat in the surf, quietly discussing a home improvement Ray was planning on. Trent, Metal and Jason had commandeered a chair from… somewhere, and were all in various states of reclining. Jason was half watching the pair sat in the water, half watching Brock and Clay sat together stroking Cerberus.
Metal was trying to talk to Trent, who’s lying with his eyes closed. Metal lets out a good natured sigh and looks out into the horizon.
Brock nudges Clay. "I think Trent and Metal are having an argument." Clay raises his eyebrows. "Why?"
Metal furrows his eyebrows and Brock raises his voice to say "Metal, penny for your thoughts!"
Scott's attention snaps to Brock, and he gives a grin before opening his mouth to speak. He's cut off by Trent, who announces "Dollar to shut up!", keeping his eyes closed.
Jason turns to his medic, along with Brock. They both raise their eyebrows at Trent, who makes a dismissive hand motion. They both turn to Metal who makes a what-can-you-do gesture and reaches into Trent’s backpack, pulling out his extensive medpack to be able to remove Trent’s wallet.
He pulls a twenty out first, a sly grin on his face. Without looking over or even opening his eyes, Trent quickly reprimands him “Don’t even think about taking my twenty, Scott. Only one dollar.”
Metal makes a quiet grumbling noise and slips the twenty back in then picks out a dollar. Blackburn rolls his eyes at the children posing as operators and starts to walk back to the airstrip as Sonny yells after him “I saw that!”
