Simon grunted as the fist struck him across the face, whipping his head to the side. He spit out the blood but kept his mouth shut.

Two men in black stood over him, one asking questions, the other delivering punishment for his silence.

He'd already been tied up for, how long was it now? 16 hours?

"Tell me the location of the rest of your team," said Man 1. He was taller than the other, but thinner. "We know they're here in the city."

Simon didn't even look at him, running his tongue over a cut in the inside of his cheek where his teeth had punctured.

Man 1 nodded, and Man 2 punched him in the gut, doubling him over.

Before he could hit him again, noise filled the room from outside. Crashing and pounding and... screams?

Simon chuckled, spitting again. "Looks like my wife is here."