You were walking back to the base from school when you were thrown in a van, having your hands tied up quickly and roughly. You tried to scream but you were slapped across the face the second you opened your mouth. You stared at the men, examining them. You recognized them, your father had mentioned them. They were his enemies. You tried to stay calm, though you were panicking, what did they want with you?

The van pulled to a stop, making you slide in the back of the van, hitting the side. Then the door opened, and you were pulled out by your wrists. They dragged you to a room and sat you in a chair, they shoved a phone in your face. Your dad was on it. "Beg him to save you." The man spoke in a cold and rough tone, he wasn't playing around. You and price had talked about this, what to do if this were to happen, but fear was gripping your whole body. You couldn't think properly as the man pointed a gun to your head, screaming at you. You clenched your shaking hands, shifting your wrists within the rope tied around them. You took a deep breath and blurted out anything you could remember about the van and the men that could serve as useful. You were shut up with a hit to the head with the gun, making you stumble and fall from the chair. The man hit you again, knocking you out.

You woke up half an hour later, the sound of gunshots ringing filling your ears. You grunted as you sat up, your head running over to you and feeling the bruise on your face from the man hitting you. "You did a good job bug." He said, referring to the information you gave to him to help him find you. he rubbed your face "Are you okay? What'd they do to you?" His eyes were filled with worry but he gave you a gentle reassuring smile.