Walter felt warm, he was laying in the sun face down in the sand crawling towards something. It was just beyond his sight, over the ledge of the berm, he could make it no...he would make it, "You're first or you're last!" he could hear the BUD/s instructor yelling at them, the CIA was forking over a lot of money and training for him to be here in the surf and turf with the SEAL trainee's. Suddenly he wasn't in the sand it was mud, mud and bodies. He tried to scream but it was muffled, a burning feeling in his chest brought him away from the scream and something was pressed over his mouth, he couldn't breath.

"What was in that file Joker!" A man demanded, Walter's vision was too blurry to detail his face but he had one finger in the chest wound and a cloth close to his mouth. "Tell me!" Walter's eyes darted around, he was in a white room a hospital room. The thoughts raced into his head. 'Sniper, court room, Brian, shit was Brian alright? Why am I here, file, evidence... There had to be guards.' His eyes raced around and saw the blood stains on the walls and slumped bodies.

Walter coughed and forced back tears, "You're moma's black book." He gritted out through his teeth and clenched his jaw as the man twisted his finger in the hole. "FUCK, I MEAN YOUR SISTERS!" He shouted before the rag came back over his mouth.

"You're trying my patience, tell me or we go somewhere less pleasant." The man came into sharp focus as he leaned closer to Walter's face. It was another operator, here to clean up the mess Walter started.

(As Mr. X)
The scar faced , grey haired man shot a look at his partner out of dark, impatient eyes, who handed him one of the scalpels that were stashed off to the side of the room.
In front to Walter he unwrapped the surgical instrument and held it right in front of his face, just lightly touching his skin with it.
"Whose name was in the file and what evidence. You tell me now because I'm going to find out one way or another."
With a humorless grin he added. "Oh an no more family jokes."
He then reached for Walters seemingly numb hand and held it up in front of the guys face.
"You have ten tries before I switch from cutting off your fingers to cutting off you man parts, understood? Good. Name, evidence, now!"

"You guys trained me for this remember." He managed to ghasp out. "We both know how this will end up, me dead and you learning nothing." Walter's breath was labored as he carefully tensed each muscle sporadically making it look like twitches, in reality he was trying to figure out which parts of his body still functioned and what didn't. Torture or not he was a dead man, if he wasn't getting anything out of this neither were his tormentors. "So let's make a deal, you make it fast and I won't haunt your ass. Oh, and since family's off limits, Call me the witch of the west because I fucked your little doggy too."

RATED M- graphic contents- don't read if you mind blood and gutts

Walters answer wasn't what they wanted to hear even they fully expected it. Yet it pissed the man off that this guy was so stubborn even when he was on the verge of dying with a hole in his chest, that had just been reopened with a finger.
"Too bad." Scarface commented before he put the scalpel to Walters thumb and cut through it with a bit of effort since there was a bone inside.
"Damnit."
He curse when blood sprinkled his white shirt.
"Never wear a white shirt to an interrogation." His partner commented sarcastically.

Then he focussed back on the man. "Now, here goes number one. You know, you might actually get out of this alive if you cooperate...maybe with your tongue...so you might want to keep the other nine. Do you have a better answer for me now?"

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Half way across town Brian turned around his car deep in thoughts about what happened in the court room. Walter might have saved his life but at the same time might have paid with his own even though he knew that was a possibility. The least Brian could do was be with him whether he died or lived. He needed to find him so he started calling hospitals in the vicinity until he found the one Walter had been taken to.

"The second piggy went to the market," Walter's leg lashed up and out snapping into the man's ribcage before his own body sank to the ground weak from blood loss and exhaustion. "First lesson of the day," He laid a full body weight punch into the torture's jawline with a satisfying crack "Make sure your patience is immobilized before treatment." He spit on the man's body knowing full well it was out of commission. "I'm just glad they knew better then to send one of you..." He lifted his injured hand up, "So, want to take that second finger now?" He smiled, a trail of blood sliding down the corner of his lips, a wild possessed look on his face.

After surgery the man had been one hundred percent sure Walter would be out of it or at least unable to move but the man never failed to impress him. The leg in the ribs knocked the wind out of him for a second, at least the same amount of time if took Walter to fall to the floor and give his little statement. His partner had a gun pressed to Walters forehead before he could pull any more stunts.

"That is a valuable lesson" The torturer nodded when he picked himself back up and returned the favour of the foot in the ribs.
"And yes." He grabbed Walters good hand, used a bandage to tie him to the next shelf and then grabbed the other one, pressed it against the steel of that same shelf and cut through his index finger.
"I can do this all night long."

His partner with the gun got a little nervous with the timing but didn't let it show. After all he had a gun and if anybody else would try to get in he'd shoot them as well.

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Little did Brian know that the corridor he was heading down disaster was awaiting him. His feet fell heavy on the grey floor after the long exhausting morning and he was still deep in thoughts when he noticed that the room he'd been told had no guard and no medical personell around. They must have given him the wrong number. Instead of just entering some random patients room he looked around for a nurse.
"Hey, excuse me." he called down the corridor.

"That's not what your girfriend said..." despite the pain in his body he chuckled and shrugged. "You said no family...Look just kill me or I'll start singing daisy," Walter's eyes slit together gauging the men, "Hey, before you cut anything else off me. Has he ever held a gun before? I mean I think the safety is still on..." Walter nodded at the second man. "Seriously, I think he's shaking. You shaking?" Walter just wanted this over fast, "Yeah he's shaking, what's this the amateur hour at the Apollo?"

Both men were at a loss because Walter didn't talk anything but nonesense and insults even though he was loosing one finger after the other. Maybe it was due to the anesthetics and painkillers they had probably given him.
It was quite aggrovating. "I'd love to put a bullett in your head but I'm not allowed to" He smiled sadly. 'not yet'. "Give me the names. There's no other way about this."
He suddenly changed his tactic. if Walter didn't care about himself he might care about the guy he was trying to save in the court room.
"Okay. You might be able to stand all the pain we put you through...but how about we go to the guy you were trying to step in for? You think he still needs his fingers?"

Suddenly there was someone shouting outside the door, which cause him to look at the door, which couldn't be locked and get a little nervous.
"Time's running out, buddy."

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The nurse confirmed that Brian was in front of the right door and shrugged. "There was a guard there before. Maybe he went to the bathroom."
"What?" Brian asked in disbeleive. Immediately all alarm bells went on and he reach for his gun, which, of course wasn't in his belt as he had to hand it in together with his badge. "Shit." he whispered as he looked around for anything he could use as a weapon in case he needed it.
He pressed his ear against the door but couldn't hear anything.
"Do me a favor. Call the cops. The guard cannot go to the bathroom without somebody else taking over."
Now it was the older woman's turn to ask."What? Are you serious?"
"Yes, trust me. I used to be a cop. Do you have a weapon here?"
The woman cocked her head to the side and replied. "Sure, wait a moment, would you prefer the machine gun or hand granade that I always keep in my purse?"
With a short blink Brian dashed past her to search the supply room when he stumbled over the guard who definetly hadn't gone to the bathroom but was bleeding on the floor of the supply room.
"Help! He's here." He called out and while the nurse came sunning in he left the room with the guards gun in his hand.

Things could easily get ugly without back up and armed criminals possibly in Walters room but Brian owed it to the guy who had risked his life for him, plus he had a loaded gun in his hand.
A second later he kicked the door open to cast a quick glance into the disaster and then immediately duck behind the wall.

Dom was honestly surprised when he heard Walter was actually being held in a hospital, he surely would've believe that whoever his would-be assassin was would've gone to no end to secure Walter. Chances were though, that they had some possession of him one or another. Dom knew who it was that wanted him dead, the people Walter worked for, and he knew they were a clever bunch.

Upon his arrival, he got a room number for Joker and made his way there. This wasn't exactly how he wanted to start his life as a freeman. He'd barely even seen Mia at all since this mess. There's was always shit going down one place or another. He did not for one second expect Walter's room to be unguarded, but it was, and he arrived just in time to watch Brian kick the door down. "Well that's very subtle, O'Conner." He murmured to himself and hastily walked to the scene.

Brain's distraction was all Walter needed, pain or no pain if he was going to die here it sure as hell wasn't going to be alone. Walter brought his feet up and against the wall then sprang forward with a renewed sense of anger. His full body weight and the force of it leaping across the room tore the shelf's anchoring from the wall. Walter was now in mid air and quickly closing the gap between himself and the gun wielding moron and what was even worse, he was now armed with a steel support that could easily act as a bludgeon or blade.

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The gunman turned and saw Walter but it was too late. Walter was right it was his first mission even after all the training he wasn't prepared for this. Walter had been the CIA's best agent and his own partner he called Scarface wasn't even a close second. "Please don't" The man begged before he felt the reinforced bar enter his gut and Walter twist it slowly.

It onlz took Brian a few seconds to figure out the situation. Walter was barely alive but tied to a shelf with two guys, who clearly weren't hospital personal holding a gun to him. On the side of the room were two dead staff.
As soon as the door flew open and both Dom and Brian poked their heads around the counter all hell broke loose in the room because Walter wasn't as incapable as he seemed a second ago.
He drove the reinforced bar right into one of the men and pinned him down with it. The scream was mind blowing. The man's gun slid to the floor. Brian knew he had to get his hands on that gun if he wanted the upper hand of this fight so he dove for it. His fingers curled around it at the same moment Walters victim got his bloody fingers on it. A good punch in the face secured Brian the gun. Lying on his side he immediately turned it on the other guy because he was pretty sure that he had to have some sort of weapon as well.
"Don't move!" He was ready to shoot the man before getting shot himself because he wasn't sure that he'd survive another bulett.
Why did he always get in these screwed up situations?

Dom hardly had any time to grasp the situation while Brian and Walter were kicked into action. Nonetheless, he saw the impaled guy's partner and rushed over to take him down before he could pull anything on those two. Right before he was about bulldoze him however, Brian managed to pull a gun on him and compel him to freeze. Instead of flattening him, Dom grabbed what he presumed was some surgical twine and grabbed both the man's hands to tie them up. As he grabbed the second hand, the would-be prisoner suddenly lashed at Dom, reached for something on his waist, and tried to get behind him presumably to use him as a shield against Brian. Dom however, had none of it. He got another hold on his arm and with a square elbow to the chest knocked him against the wall. Dom then took hold of his collar, and launched his fist into the assailant's face several times. With most of the fight knocked out of him, the thug was easy to toss on the floor and pin down face first. Dom had his arms chicken winged. "You wanna try that shit again?" He threatened.

Walter pushed himself up and off the goon and pushed himself to a standing position before looking around. "Anyone seen my fingers...I mean I got the only two that really matter." He coughed up a bit of blood and flipped off the two "interrogators" before spotting the missing digits and collecting them. The nurse slowly peeked into the room as the scuffle calmed down.

"Th-the police are on their way." She stuttered and stared at the three men who now controlled the room. "D-do you need a doctor?" She looked at Walter wearily.

"Yes, please. Have them prep the ER to reattach three missing fingers. And whatever happens from here on in you didn't hear anything okay ma'am?" He said calmly and shewed her away. "Brian, Dom. These men don't exist, if they die it didn't happen, if they escape then they disappear." Walter hobbled over to the Brian's side. "Give me the gun Brian." He didn't turn his gaze from the two men who obviously were not getting out of this alive in any circumstance.

With Doms help the situation was quickly under control. What happened next could only be happening with a man like Walter. Instead of getting the hell out of the disaster zone he collected his missing fingers and demanded that they'd be reattached but before that he wanted Brian to hand over the gun. The latter wouldn't have any of that.
"I don't know who you used to work for but in my world we don't just kill people, we lock em up."
Of course he knew that these two would never make it to court so he wiped his prints off the gun and handed it to Walter.
"Thought you told me you wanna change your ways."

Dom's heart rate increased when the nurse suddenly appeared, this may have been the beginning of his ride back to Lompoc. She was obviously intimidated by what she saw in that room, and who knows what she told 911. Yet Walter had the guts to hang around here for awhile. Couldn't blame him too much though, fingers were an important body part, and his condition looked quite painful. Nonetheless, he stated what was on his mind. "We shouldn't be here when the cops show."

Walter made his mind up about the fate of these two, and there was no changing his mind. Right or wrong, for evil or for good, if these were the ones responsible for his courtroom shooting, then he'd sure as hell want them dead too.

"Get, while the getting's good. The evidence is secure trust me on that one. As for me changing my ways. These guy's aren't my friends." He cocked the hammer back and quickly planted a hammered pair in each would be assassin's frontal lobes ending the situation. As his adrenaline faded his knees buckled dropping him to the ground, a gun in one hand his fingers wrapped tightly in his other hand. "I think I'm just going to lay here a while. The floor is nice and soft." He muttered.

"Holy shit." Brian could help but mutter when he watched trigger happy Walter. Even Dom wasn't as much of a bad ass than this guy and being called a friend wasn't exactly what Brian wanted to hear.

He confirmed Dom's request to get out of there before the cops showed up. "I'm still on trial and my record is anything but clean. I doubt this would look good in either of our files."
Then he poked his head around the corner to see whether the nurse was coming back.
Unfortunately nobody was in sigh even though some shouting could be heard down the hallway.
So Brian stumbled back into the room and grabbed a bandage from a shelf to tightly wrap it around Walters bleeding hand. "Hang in there. Help is on the way."
With that he left the room together with Dom and shouted . "Nurse! Hey, The man in 213 could use some help."
Then they both made a run for the next exit.

"Damn man, hell of a mess." Dom stated quietly as he looked over the two bodies. Walter better have his stories straight if he expected to get out of here. Dom couldn't say he was that concerned though, he'd watched this guy get out of much stickier stuff.

Part of him thought he should stay, he wasn't one for leaving his buds in any situation. But more harm than good would come out of him staying there, so he joined Brian on the trek out of there. "I should've known to expect no less from him." He said once they were out of earshot from anyone.