Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

William didn't appreciate the contemptuous look that Dex had given him. It wasn't his fault that everything made no sense. He was just supposed to be some stupid grunt sent out to kill a target specified by his creators. The only difference between him and any other Bio-Agent outside the Patriot Squad was that he was able to make his own decisions. Was that such a bad thing?
William snorted darkly and shoved his way past Dex, know that she could have easily taken him down at such a close range. The man walked near the front of the hostage group as they entered a rather worn out office space. Desks were everywhere, their chairs thrown about as if a great mass of people had rushed out of here. There seemed to be no signs of life, even if the group that claimed to have the same name as William's squad were nearby, they obviously didn't have their headquarters set up in this building.
There were no other entrances or exits in to the room and the hair on the back of William's neck stood up. He grabbed the old man roughly and lifted him off the ground again, "You setting us up? Where are they?!"
"Calm yourself Commander. Everything will make sense in time," a voice sounded at the entrance they had just come through. Standing there was a group of fifteen adults who were armed very well and looked trained enough to do quite a bit of damage. Among the group was a middle aged man in a casual cream colored suit. His hair ad looked as if it had once been completely black, though now it was peppered with gray and white. He sported a thin beard on his face and sleek black glasses over his dark eyes.
William felt the pit of his stomach fall at the sight of the man and this group. He had just walked his whole team in to a trap. Tossing the man aside, William lifted his rifle in to an aggressive aimed position. Immediately the group standing around the man in the suit lifted theirs. The man in the glasses tsk, tsk, tsked William. Something about the way the man looked and behaved seemed oddly familiar and unsettling.
"Who are you?" William demanded.
The man laughed a bit, "Oh Commander, you really are confused aren't you?"
William stepped closer only to have a bullet fired at his feet, not actually hitting them but close enough. Growling darkly William spat, "Who are you?!"
The man stepped forward, two his guards following him, "Oh my dear boy," William seethed at that comment, "I am doctor Henry Jonathan. Don't you recognize me?" William said nothing and did not react. "That's a shame. You and the rest of your crew were always my favorites. What will WC-1863 do next? Your cases were always to fun to watch."
William hated the tone this man was taking, he looked at each of them the same way each of the people back at the complexes had looked at them. They saw each of the potential Bio-Agents as a lab rat, what kinds of scenarios could they use to push these manufactured humans through that would make them reach their full potential? It made William sick. He had only been a number back then but now he was William "Ghost Town" Cassidy. Never again would he let someone look at him that way.
William lowered his weapon slightly, "If you're done, I think I'd like to kill you now. I'd suggest that you armed friends here get out unless they want to get shot too."
The man looked slightly hurt, William couldn't tell if he was faking it, "Oh Commander, you really don't know me do you? Perhaps this will jog your memory, that encrypted message you got in your orientation vids, that was sent by me. I asked you to deviate from your mission and here you are!"
William sneered darkly and reaimed his weapon, "Sorry to say it, we didn't come here because of your message. We're here because of our mission... You."
Doctor Jonathan looked confused, finally William had the upper hand, "What do you mean us? Your mission was to go to Jamestown and protect a rather high level man from a possible assassination." Dr. Jonathan looked away, his hand coming to rest against his mouth, "If we're your mission then they already know. We have a leak." He looked up at his guards, "We have to get out of here quick. If they know about us then we are compromised. If anything they will try to kill us all here and now."
William cleared his throat, "Duh, that's what we're here for."
Dr. Jonathan looked at William with impatience, "Oh you fool, of course that's not what you're here for. They're going to wipe out any evidence of your existence. They sent you here with a tip that we'd be here. They know that you've been, as they say, 'contaminated."
William narrowed his eyes, "Contaminated?"
Jonathan quickly motioned to the rest of the group, "Look, I can't explain it here. Knowing NAGA we will be dead within the next few minutes. If you don't believe me stay here and find out. If not, then follow me and I will explain everything."
William was at a loss. On one hand he knew that NAGA saw him as an expendable crew member and had been lying to him for as long as he could remember. On the other hand, he had only just met this man, how was he supposed to trust him? Growling darkly William signaled to the Patriot Squad, "Stand down. We go with them. If anything we can just shoot them later."
Doctor Jonathan nodded, "Get back to your ship. Ours is on a lower platform. Should take us as long to get there as it does for you to get to the Panthera. Tell Emili to take you to Doctor Henry Jonathan. If she asks for a code word tell her 'Saviors'. That should get her to access the hidden data." With that he turned, his armed guards and the hostages moving with him.
William growled again and shouted, "Move out!"