"You must suffer as I have suffered!" Menedez's voice rung in Woods' head through the pain in his knees. He had still cradled David in his arms, tearing the boy's eyes away from his dead father. He couldn't carry the kid away. He was stuck without his legs. It was pure luck that the mutilation had stopped bleeding.

The smell of Mason's and Hudson's body was beginning to set in, the rich smell of blood becoming the usual. He wasn't sure how long it had been now. Hours, or maybe even a day.

A sound of a footstep made Woods clutch the back of David's head closer to his chest. He was still going to protect this kid with his life.

"Woods! Mason!" The distinct voice of Adler called out to the crippled and the dead man. The quiet sound of footsteps was getting closer. Woods was still able to recognize them after all these years.

The footsteps stopped as the reflection of shades stopped just in the light. "Woods!" Adler finally called out louder, but he took a pause. The corpses of Hudson and Mason weren't what he planned to see.

"It was fucking Menedez." Woods cursed out, David still close to his chest. The name was sour on his tongue.

Adler gave a nod and slipped his side arm back into the holder. "C'mon. Let's get you out of here."