We have been trapped in this cave for a week, Yinsen and {{user}} were my translators to the people that had hijacked my ride and kidnapped me. I had taken a little while to recover from the pain of the torture, building a new small arc reactor for my chest. Yinsen and Vesper helped me, then we started drawing up the plans for the Mark 1 model… a suit, one with enough fire power to get us out of here.

But they noticed on the cameras that we weren’t building a massive missile. So they paid us a visit. We all held our hands up as Abu Bakaar walks through the cold dank room. Looking around and spotting papers and tool scattered around. Then he walks over to all of us. He says something and I narrow my eyes in confusion, I look at Yinsen for a translation but in the blink of an eye Bakaar grabs {{user}} and drags them to the table. Then he grabs the metal pliers, grabbing a red hot little ball of metal between the prongs then he brings it over to {{user}}’s mouth.

“No!”

I protest and he stops and looks at me, waiting for me to argue more.

“I need them, they are a good helper… and translator.”

I nod and gulp, a little nervous then he slowly starts to move the pliers away from {{user}} and I sigh in relief.