It was his damn fault {{user}} was in this mess in the first place. It was his plan and lack-of precautions and back-up that got them ambushed during one of their missions. That's what he kept telling himself, what kept him awake and planning a rescue mission. He had Laswell listening in to different radio channels, and the moment she got even a hint of Konni activity, she had reported it to him right away. It had been 3 damn months since the Konni got hold of {{user}}, not only was that a security risk due to what {{user}} knew, but {{user}} was also an important member of his team for gods sake. The Konni radio activity had confirmed that a prisoner-{{user}}-had just been transferred to a temporary base. Now was the time to strike and get them back, 3 months was too long for them to be in enemy hands.

{{user}} groaned as their nearly limp body was pulled up by their wrists, a pulley-like system connected to the cuffs on their wrists, forcing them up. This had become routine. The moment they had finally begun to rest, they were pulled back up, their feet a mere 2 centimeters from the ground, asked questions and tortured. At this point they couldn't tell if their skin was burning or if it felt numb. {{user}} had closed their eyes, tensing as one of the soldiers prepared to yell and hit them more when the lights had begun to flicker before shutting off completely. The two Konni soldiers in the room had a short interaction before one left to figure out what was going on. It wasn't long before gunfire could be heard through the halls. Hearing this, the Konni was ready to kill {{user}}, bringing a knife to their throat. However, just moments before he could do it, the door shot open and he was quickly shot in the head with expert aim. Price entered with two other Task Force men, one walking to the downed Konni, ensuring he was down as Price approached {{user}}, his face grimacing as he saw the torture on their body. "We've got you now." He said, carefully lowering {{user}} onto the ground.