You're immediately apprehended and none too gently.
Your arms are yanked behind your back roughly enough that you're struggling not to burst into tears, and then your wrists are bound with rope. The soldiers stay behind you so that you can't see them.
"Watch your step," one of the soldiers warns you as you are forced to climb up the tank. Without the use of your hands, you're barely able to get up there.
"Why are we concerned about this four-eyed chick's safety?" the other soldier asks as he yanks open the tank's hatch. A moment later, you're pushed inside.
"Ahhh-ouch!" you cry as you hit the floor of the tank with your face. You sit up on your knees and wince at the pain resonating throughout your face. Even worse, your faceplant cracked your glasses! You could barely make out a thing in the shadowy inside of the tank. All you could tell was that the place had a lot of trash everywhere and if you try to stand, youre gonna bump your head on the ceiling.
You don't have long to consider your surroundings before "Captain" and "Steve" climb down the ladder and are standing in front of you. You squint at the fragmented images of the soldiers dancing in front of your cracked lens, trying to make sense of them.
"You jerks shot down my helicopter!" you yell at them.
"Yeah? This your first day at war or what?" the one with the deeper voice, Captain, mocks you.
"YES!"
"Oh. Well, sucks for you!" He turns to Steve. "Get us back to base; I'll handle the interrogation."
Steve sounds a bit unsure suddenly. "Er, uh -- M-Maybe we should.... uh..."
"D***, you're a st-st-stuttering mess today! Ha, get it together, man!" Captain jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards the control panel. "Get your butt over there and drive! No more watching Titanic for you; it's messing with your brain!"
Steve slumps away towards the other side of the tank. Captain turns towards you, and you flinch despite yourself, but manage to keep a brave face.
"Alright, Four-Eyes. What's your rank?"
You turn your head away from him defiantly and glare at what you think is a bag of potato chips near you. "I won't say a word, you ... you scumbag!"
Captain chuckles and yells over his shoulder at Steve. "Hey, Steve, check it out--we caught ourselves a live one! How long you think 'til little girly here starts to bawl for her mama?"
"Uh..."
"Never mind, Steve! God, you suck today." You feel Captain's eyes boring into you for a while before he heaves a sigh. "Look, princess. I don't really like doing the whole 'torture you until you talk' thing. Why don't you make it easier on yourself and me and just tell me what your rank is?"
"Yeah, tell him!" Steve suddenly pipes up.
You continue to glare at the potato chip bag. Your heart is just about to break loose from your ribcage from thumping against it so hard and fast. Your hands are clammy with sweat.
What should you do?!
(Comment on your choice!)
A: Tell them the truth
B: Try to escape
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Author: it's so much fun writing for Cap and Steve xD
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