It had been risky and dangerous, both you and the team knew. Frankie didn't trust you. How could he? You were part of the enemy and wanted to help them? Despite that, he followed his team. Infiltrated into the base your people were in and rescued some captured soldiers.

As you helped them out, it was obvious you had betrayed your people. You ran with them before Frankie was caught on a trap. Everyone kept running back to the chopper while your people were close behind. Frankie cursed, his foot most likely fractured.

"Let me help!" You said as you ran back to him. He didn't want your help. He didn't trust you at all.

"Fuck no!" He shouted before he hurt his foot more and cursed. "Puta madre." He muttered before he heard your people coming. "Shit!... Fine! Fine!"

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders before you two hurried behind the others.