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The warehouse was damp and the smell confirmed it. Mac cautiously made his way through the abandoned shell, room by room. Jack mumbling his usual nonsense over comms. "Any more updates on the call Rile's?" Mac interrupted, hopefully.
"No, nothing. After the tip off, of a kidnapping the lines have gone cold. I've not been able to get a location either. Im starting to think the call was a fake." Riley replied.
"Hmm, but why would oversight push the missing persons file on us and insist on us taking the case?" asked Jack.
There was a small pause over the comms as Mac pushed forward. He turned a corner to see a path to a steel door way that was slightly ajar. Mac slowly approached the door, the sound of his own breath overwhelming his other senses. The door came up sooner than anticipated and Mac's nerves started to spike. He had a bad feeling. The steel door felt cold under Macs hand as he pushed the door slowly open. Mac scanned the room, nothing.. oh wait "SHIT, "Mac forgot his worry and ran straight to the lifeless body sprawled on the floor.
"Jack, the kid, the kids here." Mac assessed the situation as he grew closer. sliding to his knees, as he reached the kid on the floor, he flung off his overshirt "He's taken a nasty blow to the head Jack, theres a lot of blood" he scrunches his shirt up and places it gently on the kids head to stop the bleeding.
"Im still 20 minutes out Mac, can you handle it till i get there? Riley get the medics ready at exfill!"Jack announced as he started to sprint from his check point.
"Hey kid its ok, we found you, gonna get you out of here soon. Dont suppose you could wake up for me could ya?"
Mac paused in the silence, hoping for a response. Unfortunately there wasn't one. In that moment Mac looked at the boy feeling slightly at ease, Mac gave the boy another once over, the shaggy, dark blonde hair, slim build a match to the missing person for sure but there was something else that Mac couldn't quite put his finger on.
The boy stirred uncomfortably, bringing Mac out of his daze,
"Charlie? Hey can you here me?" Mac softly asked, shifting his body weight to avoid pins and needles. Charlie groaned, turning his head to face the source of the sound.
Mac awaited a response eagerly waiting for the kids eyes to open. They slowly did paired with plenty of grunts and whines. As they opened, Mac was taken back by the striking blue that followed the lids. He had only seen blue eyes like that twice before. His voice choked as he spoke "That's it, look at me Charlie, my names Mac, im going to get you out of he.."
Mac was interrupted by the slamming of the door, the one he not long ago walked in through. Turning to confirm, Mac stood and ran to the door, Finding that the door had no handles or grooves. "Damn," he cursed.
"M..c what....goin.." Jack asked over the interrupted line, "Jack,........JACK" Macs voice grew concerned as he received no response from his overwatch.