Author Notes: This is the sequel to "Lieutenant McCoy"; it takes place six months after the previous story and is action packed. I hope you enjoy it. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Chapter 1

Lieutenant McCoy and PFC Ryan hide out in an abandon warehouse a block away from their subject's residence. McCoy reloads another magazine into his rifle while PFC Ryan keeps a look out. Lieutenant McCoy then removes his helmet momentarily and removes a well worn, folded up, thick, piece of paper. He places his helmet back on his head and unfolds the paper. He looks down at the picture and smiles, running his finger over all of his friends smiling faces.

Suddenly he hears a shot fired and places the picture back in his helmet. He looks to his left and sees PFC Ryan shooting out of a broken window. Danny gets up to help when a flash bang grenade is thrown into the building. Danny falls to his knees grabbing his ears. Twelve Iraqi men come flooding into the room grabbing both lieutenant McCoy and PFC Ryan.

One of the Iraqis takes the butt of their gun and hits Ryan in the face. Danny screams and struggles in the grips of the other men. PFC Ryan continues to struggle and spits in the guys face; he then mutters something to them in another language. One of the men comes over and goes after Danny's neck. Danny struggles trying to get a shot at the man, but fails. The man reaches down under Danny's armor and grabs his dog tags. McCoy looks over at PFC Ryan and the man holding him grabs his dog tags as well.

Danny looks around to size up his competition. There are four men holding Ryan and four holding Danny; and there are four other men surrounding them. Two of the men standing nearby go over to a few overturned chairs and bring them over. The men holding Danny and Ryan place them in the chairs and bound their hands and feet.

Lieutenant Danny McCoy struggles furiously but has no success. A man from behind him comes out with a piece of fabric and unrolls it; reveling a bunch of metal tools. Danny braces himself for what's about to come. The man handling the tools picks up a pair of, would be, pliers and walks over to PFC Ryan. One by one over the next thirty minutes pulls out every tooth in his mouth. PFC Ryan screams, shaking his head back and forth, in agonizing pain. The man then puts down the set of pliers and reaches for his pistol. "Hey! Hey!" Danny calls over to him, but he doesn't seem to notice him. The man then raises the gun to PFC Ryan's head.

"Lieutenant, tell my family I love them!" Ryan yells.

Danny starts to shout at the men "Hey, Hey, you son of a ….." BANG the man shoots PFC Ryan in the head. "No, no, no! What was that?" Danny says throwing his head back. The men that were holding Ryan now take Danny's dog tags and put them around PFC Ryan's neck. The rest of the men now take Danny and pick him up off the chair and throw him into the back of a truck. Danny turns himself over to see them pouring gasoline all over the house. The men clear out and the man standing nearest to the house flicks his cigarette and the house rises in flames. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………."Coronal I've lost communication with bravo 1 team." A young man shouts to his commanding officer across the room.

"Send a team to their last known location to see if they can find anything." Coronal Holding commands.

4 hours later

Private Simms, PFC Curtis, and Private King all make their way to Bravo 1 teams last known location. As they turn the corner they see the house burnt down to the ground. Private Simms calls into base and updates them on the situation. "Alpha team, go in and search the premises. See if you can find anything."

"Rodger that base team." He says hanging up the radio. The three run over to the side of a building, check their surroundings and make their way into the building. Each man takes a room; looking for anything that could tell them where the other two marines could have got to. "PFC Curtis! I've got something in here." Private Simms calls from what used to be the kitchen. The other two marines walk into the kitchen to see Private Simms standing over a burnt corps. PFC Curtis sighs and lowers his head.

"who is it?" he asks, sighing. Private Simms leans down to pull the dog tags from around the corps' neck.

"It's lieutenant McCoy sir."………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Three days later

Mike and Delinda walk through the casino quietly. "Have you talked to Danny about his dad yet?" Mike asks.

"I told him, in the letter I wrote, that I had to talk to him as soon as possible, when ever his next chance to use a phone is."

"I can't believe all the bad luck Danny's had. Being deployed twice, losing Mary, and now his dad in a car accident. I mean wow."

"I know…." There's a long silence as the walk up the stairs.

"I am so not looking forward to this meeting." Mike says, changing the subject.

"The two walk into a conference room and sit down at the table with Nessa and Sam. A few minutes later Ed walks in and places his hands on the table.

"Well I think you all know why I called you here." Ed begins, but then there is a knock at the sliding glass doors. Ed turns around and opens the doors to see Mitch standing there with two military officers standing behind him.

"Mr. D these men are looking for Delinda." Delinda stands up and walks out the door toward the men.

"Miss. Deline can we speak to you in private please?"

"No, whatever you have to say you can say right here."

"Miss Deline I am very sorry to inform you that Lieutenant Daniel McCoy was killed in action overseas while serving his country." Delinda puts her hands to her mouth and falls to her knees. Ed catches her and falls to the floor with her, holding her in his arms. Delinda sits on the floor crying hysterically. "Like we said mam we are very sorry." Nessa and Sam both have their heads buried in Mike's chest. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Danny sits tied to a chair in a dark room, half unconscious. Suddenly a man barges through a door and kicks the chair Danny's sitting in over. "Ok Mr. McCoy, how many times we go through this?" the man asks with an accent; stepping on Danny's face. "What you want with me boss?" Danny lies on the floor not saying anything. "What?" He yells again.

"Daniel McCoy, 1st Lieutenant, United States Marine Corp, 9456……" The man kicks Danny in the ribs, cutting him off from what he was saying. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………."I just don't understand. I just got a letter from him this morning." Delinda sobs into her father's shoulder. "I know sweetheart" Ed say consoling her, letting a few tears escape from his own eyes.

"How would they know to notify me?" she asks.

"Danny, apparently, had you second on his list, next to his father, as next of kin."

"What happened anyway?" she asks still crying. Ed's head perks and he gets up, making his way over to his desk. He sits down and types in a few things into his computer. Delinda sits up and looks over at her father. Ed reads focused intently on the screen. "What? What is it?" she asks.

"Nothing." He says dismissing her.

"What happened Daddy?" she asks again. Again he dismisses her by not replying. "Daddy!" she yells.

"OK!" Ed yells back. "The base lost contact with Danny and PFC Ryan, so they sent out a recovery team to their last known location. When they got there the building was burnt down with a…." he stops, looking over at Delinda.

"A what? A burnt building with a what?" she asks.

"…with a body inside; all the teeth were removed and the only identification were Danny's dog tags." Delinda breaks down again; sliding off the couch onto the floor. Ed jumps up out his chair and runs over to his daughter lying on the floor.

"Wait…" she says looking up at her father who was holding her in his arms, rocking back and forth. "The teeth removed, body burnt, so there's no real way of knowing if it was Danny or not." She says, now sitting up.

"Sweetie his dog tags were found around his neck." Ed says looking into his daughters eyes.

"Yeah, but they could have been planted." She says looking at him, as if pleading.

"Honey?" he says looking at her with sorrow felt eyes. "He's gone D, he's gone." He says now letting his tears run freely. Delinda leans and buries her head in her dad's chest, hitting him with her fists lightly.

"Oh daddy I miss him so much." She cries.

"I know sweetie so do I."

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Danny lies in the chair, tipped over, on his back. He uses his hands and feels for anything that could help. Then he feels something, something cold, something sharp, a large piece of glass. He scoots the chair down and tries to get a good grip on it. He finally gets a hold of it and begins to naw away at the rope binding his hands behind his back.

A man, who Danny has heard been called Anbar, walks into the room with a cup of water and a piece of bread. "All you have to do is answer the question and the pain stops Mr. McCoy." He says putting down the water and bread to walk over to Danny. McCoy opens his eyes and eyes Anbar's pistol on his belt. Lieutenant McCoy continues to cut away at the rope, his hands bleeding, his mouth trembling. Anbar walks over and moves to pick Danny's chair up. GOT IT! The rope breaks free. Danny reaches for Anbar's throat and begins tightening his grip around it. McCoy pushes Anbar down and flips the chair on top of him continuing to choke the life out of him.

Finally McCoy stops, looking down at the man he has just killed. He flips the chair back over and bends down untying the rope around his legs. He stands up and drags the body to the corner of the room and takes the pistol from Anbar's belt; along with his radio and extra magazine clips. He walks to the edge of the door and opens it slightly, peeking out. A man stands at the end of the hallway with his back to Danny and the door. The Lieutenant turns down the volume and stores both the radio and magazine clips in his pants pocket and makes his way out of the room. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

By this time Delinda and Ed have left the hotel and gone back to Ed and Jillian's house. Jillian and Delinda sit on the couch quietly, cuddled in each other's arms. Ed walks in and sits down with them, resting his head on Jillian's shoulder. "it all just seems so unreal; like he's going to walk through the door at any moment, like when I'm walking through the casino he'll just come walking up to me." Delinda says starring off into space.

"I know," Ed says, knowing oh to well how she feels. "Tomorrow we should look into funeral arrangements and find a cemetery." Ed says looking down at Delinda.

"I already know where he should be buried." Delinda says. "He should be buried next to Mary and his father." She says simply, looking at a picture on the fireplace mantel. "He was so happy there." She says still starring at the picture. Ed looks over and smiles, he gets up and takes the picture back to the couch. "He thought we had all forgotten his birthday." She says laughing.

"That was a good day." Jillian says smiling at the picture from Danny's surprise party. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Danny creeps up behind the man, grabs his head, and snaps his neck. He then drags the body back into the room, so it couldn't be spotted by someone else. He creeps back out into the hallway and peers around the corner, with the pistol in hand. He continues down a hallway and peeks down another when he spots a guy with an automatic weapon about to come around the corner. Danny stands and waits. Just as he starts to turn the corner McCoy jumps out and hits him in the face, knocking him out cold. Danny stores the pistol in the belt of his pants and takes the weapon the other man had. He makes his way into a nearby room and sees no one. He looks around and spots his gear lying on a table in the corner of the room. His helmet, his armor, his rifle, his knife, his radio, everything, all sitting there on the table. He quickly runs over to the table and checks his helmet; his picture is still there. He then loads all of his gear up and heads out of the room. Seeking past every guard, down every hallway, in every corridor Danny finally makes it out and crouches behind a few boxes. He looks around trying to count how many guards there were and how far from a truck he was. Suddenly he hears the radio had taken from Anbar. "Everyone to the basement! The American has escaped!" a man yells into the radio.

Just then half of the men who had been outside go running into the building. 'Well that worked out well.' Danny thinks to himself. 'Now I only have fifteen guys to get past.' Danny looks around to find anything could be useful and spots an empty Mountain Dew bottle lying next to him. He picks it up and presses it tightly to the pistols barrel. He walks up to the nearest hostile and puts the bottle and pistol to his head and pulls the trigger. There is hardly a noise and the man falls to the ground. Danny pulls him behind the boxes and continues to move forward. After repeating this step a few times he finally makes it over to a truck near an airplane hangar. He gets in and searches for the keys, but finds nothing. Admitting defeat he gets down beneath the steering wheel and rips off the covering and hot wires the truck.

He speeds off down the road and is spotted by a hostile fifty feet away. But he is too late; Lieutenant McCoy is out of there. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….