Defending Hannah

from the foliage and raced to the building. They slid along the building until they saw a window above them. Ben nodded to Doc and pointed up. Doc looked up at the window and nodded. Bending his knees and cupping his hands Ben gave Doc a boost up.
Doc grabbed the windowsill and peaked inside. “Clear.” He whispered and pulled out a knife and pried the window open. He hoisted himself up and dropped down inside silently.
Ben hoisted the rest of his team up until he was the last. The height was too tall for him to jump by himself but he had to try. He took a few steps back and took a deep breath. He could have asked for a rope and hoisted himself up but where would the fun be in that? Besides, he saw Jackie Chan do it in a movie once he could do it too right? He was named Midas for a reason.
Ben ran to the wall and jumped at the last second and dug his boot into the concrete and pushed up. He reached out and grabbed the window sill with his fingertips. Not quite a Jackie Chan move. Ben felt his fingers slipping and he tried to find a footing but it was a smooth surface and he was making to much noise as was. Doc’s head popped up in the window and grabbed Ben’s arms and pulled him up. Once he was inside he sighed in relief and thanked Doc.
“Not so golden after all.” Doc smacked him on the back and moved through the room.
Ben scowled at him but Doc’s back was already to him so it was a waste. It was the first time he had ever tried doing that. Give him a break. Ben lifted his weapon at ready and the team swept the area.
It only took a few minutes to do a sweep of the warehouse but didn’t see anything that would indicate a door leading under the warehouse. Ben was about to call it quits and meet up with Team Two to formulate a new plan when Hound, their youngest teammate held up a hand to stop them. Ben wasn’t one to question Hound. If he picked up on something they all paid attention.
“What have you got?” Ben asked crouching down next to him.
Hound pointed at the floor behind two crates. A small crease in the floor was covered in dust. There was the trap door and the crates were the camouflage in front. They jogged to the trap door and it took a bit of muscle from three of them to move the crates and lift the door. It was pitch black below them.
“Switch off NVD,” Ben ordered and they flipped up the night vision goggles. Weapon ready Ben peaked down into the hole and made sure it was clear before jumping down. He carefully made his way down the hallway until he came to a heavy metal door with a latch. The door appeared to lock from the outside. Strange. There was no time to ponder the mystery though. They had an office to locate and hostages to save.
Ben quietly turned the hatch and eased the door open. There was only one hallway to go down. He moved along the wall and they checked two rooms that were empty except for a metal lab table. He turned the knob to the next one but it was locked. Locked meant something important was behind it. Good thing there wasn’t a lock that could keep his team out.
“Sunshine, lock.” He called back.
Sunshine, the pretty boy of their team kneeled in front of the door and pulled out several tools from his kit in his pocket and smiled in triumph after a few moments when he heard the click of the door unlock. “There isn’t a door out there that I cannot unlock.” He said proudly before pocketing his tools.
Ben smiled; sometimes it was the little things that gave one the most joy. He pushed open the door and rushed in weapons aimed but stopped short at the sight before him. “Holy shit.” He said in disbelief.

Chapter Two
Hannah sat on her cot in the back of the room. She lost count how many weeks she had been here. Hell, she forgot how long she had been captive period. Days had quickly bled into months and after a while, she stopped counting. She lost hope of anyone finding her. Her family probably had already forgotten about her. Written her off as a stupid girl hitting her thirty life crisis. She had been nervous about turning thirty and not having anything in her life to show for it. So her best friend had suggested a trip to Paris as a cheer up for her. Her parents protested saying there had been many riots in Paris and it wasn’t safe for her but she had written them off as overprotective parents. How wrong she had been.
      On her second night in Paris, she and her friend were partying and found some cute guys. Hannah had a few too many drinks and before she knew it invited the guys back to their flat they had rented. As soon as the door closed behind them the men attacked them and drugged them. Hannah woke up in a dingy room and her best friend dead in the bed next to her with needle marks in her arm and vomit covering her chest. Most of her clothes were missing too.
Not much had changed for Hannah since that fateful day. She had been drugged several times and had been sold to different buyers in different parts of the world. She was waiting to be put on a shipment for the next buy meet tonight. She didn’t know where she would be sold to this time. Or if she was even being sold. She was past the average age most of the girls brought in. Buyers wanted younger and virgin. Hannah was neither.
She had tried