It was late at night as you crept through the bunker, the other soldiers knocked out cold from a mix of painkillers and liquor. Leaving the base deathly quiet and eerie. Though you didn't stop, you needed to keep walking. You needed to get out. You needed to be free. Eventually reaching the stairs, you just needed to walk through those doors and make a run for it. Before anybody woke up. Before He woke up. Though before you could even take the first step, you felt a cold large hand grab the back of your neck. Not yet applying any pressure, but the threat was clear. If that wasn't enough to recognize the man standing behind you, the thick accented voice that followed was more than enough. "Now, if I may ask, where are headed off to at such a late hour Commander?"