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37: Unhumane Bullshit

My head was plunged into the water again, waking me up for the fifth time in the last minute. I had persevered through their multiple torture techniques, coming out of them in pain and hate. I was hit in the stomach, causing me to jerk my torso back in pain. My head was pounding as I threw up from the aggravated attacks. I couldn't get a word out, let alone move. As I crawled into a fetal position, I got kicked from all sides as I heard their jeers and taunts.

???: "You ain't shit!"

???: "Special ops, my ass!"

???: "Ain't so strong now, huh!"

I would've fucking exploded on them if I could, but the pain kept me from it. I was dragged onto a chair and strapped to it as the masks began to grab their torture devices. The door slammed open suddenly, and a female with brunette hair entered. I recognized the voice with a certain rage. Oh, you're fucking with me. It was the leader of Radioactive, and I was pissy for a good second, my veins bulging. I calmed myself down, realizing it's better to preserve my energy.

W: "Hello, the Viper. Do you remember our talk?"

"Yeah, and I remember you're stupid." I strained out, smirking with my weak body.

W: "You just can't shut up, can you?"

"If I had a dime for every time someone stupid told me to shut up, I'd have a lot of dimes." I spoke.

W: "Well then. Did he answer yet?"

WM: "No ma'am."

W: "Very well then. We can at least get good propaganda out of it. Get the computers ready, and we'll broadcast his execution."

WM: "Yes ma'am!" They all left the room, most likely to plan how slow I would die. I took the opportunity to use my pocket-knife, which I had cloaked in my vest, to cut the ties. I was in relief that the stabbing pain in my wrists was over. I removed the straps on my legs and arms, freeing me. I had only one way out, which was the interrogation room door. Or... the window. I jumped towards the window, breaking it and clearing the debris. A white mask was on his phone, talking to what seemed to be his wife. I felt slight remorse but knocked him out, knowing they wouldn't care the same for me. I ripped the masks' clothes off, wearing them over my shirt and pants. I felt disgusted in the clothes but continued to move through the basement. I stripped the mask of his firearms and left him, admiring the glock-18 and the Tavor with a red dot optic. I walked through the door, keeping my head down in an attempt to avoid detection. I stopped when I noticed a six foot obstacle in my way. Moving past, the mask grabbed my shoulder, spinning me back.

WM: "Identification."

"Identification?" I asked, trying to play dumb. "I never got identification."

WM: "Alright, go on then." He muttered. The outcome surprised me, as I was expecting to have to kill the six foot. I moved through the basement before reaching the stairs, which was empty completely except for a new coat of paint over where the blood from the mask I took down was. I moved through the back door, knowing it would be less guarded than the front. I was leaving behind my technology, but it was futile trying to reclaim it. I had to get to my Australian safehouse within the day, or they might take control of it, and I might lose full access. You're Johnathan Thomas Bryne. You can do this. I thought to myself. Now, to find everyone else. I sighed, knowing it'd be a while.

~Timeskip~

I decided to finally take off the white mask garb, hoping I had gained enough distance from the house. I could hear cars up ahead, and I dropped to the floor whenever I heard one. I eventually crawled my way to the road, noticing a hummer driving by. I held my hands up, knowing I might be shot by my own if I didn't.

RAA Soldier: "Pull over, this is one." He ordered to his men. "So you're one of the special ops they sent, yeah?"

"More or less. Get me back to base, I've got Intel- Actually, first bring me here. I need some new shit." I said, inputting directions on the dashboard. I was responded with a resounding yes, sir.

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