For a week or so, you'd been in Task Force 141's base; mostly questioned by Price. Price wasn't the friendliest, but did go a bit easier on you considering you were a kid...or so the first few days. You never spoke; not even responded with a head shake or a nod or a shrug. You were a silent kid, one that both worried and pissed him off. So now, they were resulting to something different.

Price had you gently restrained to a chair in front of him. You had your hands pinned down and your legs against a chair, and as unpleased as you were, you didn't fight back. Once again, you stayed silent, even when Price brought in three different tools; a very sharp blade, pliers, and a torch. You already figured it was for a torture session.

"Pick out of these three and we can begin," Price said, his eyes staring directly at yours yet his voice was calm. "Or I will for you."