Friendly Fire

Private Bane's POV - (7) An Interrogation

An enemy bullet struck me right above the knee, leaving me unable to walk. The Elite Strike Force didn't even notice a thing. I didn't care, all that mattered is that they made it to the extraction point and got the fuck out of there.

I am left here. Alone. Cold. Terrified. Bleeding out on enemy grounds. I don't want to die, not here, and certainly not yet. There was still so much I needed to do. No. I had to do. But I can feel my life slipping away.

I hear a faint voice coming from my earpiece.

"This is Colonel Hitchen. Do you copy, Private Bane?"

"Colonel Hitchen? Yes.. yes, I copy"

I am relieved to hear another voice that isn't mine.

"Alright kid, listen. I have some tough news." A silence soon follows. "We can't come back. It's too dangerous."

Colonel Hitchen informed me, completely forgetting about the anger issues inherited from my father.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! After all that I have done for you, for the team?!" I yell back.

"Private-" He tried to interrupt, but I wasn't going to allow him to.

"Don't fucking 'Private' me! You lost every right to command me the moment you left me here to die!" I yelled mockingly. Colonel Hitchen stayed quiet for a while.

"It's nothing personal, kid." He tried to explain.

"No! It is personal. I'll get out of here and I'll make it my life's mission to rip your throat out and feed it to the fucking wolves."

Before he could say anything, I ripped the earpiece off and hurled it at the wall out of anger, shattering it into pieces.

At that moment, I looked up to see a masked figure staring down at me, their face hidden behind what looked like a black ski hood and mask. My head begins to spin and I feel rather light-headed as blood continues to gush from my knee. Only the scent of acrid gunpowder lingers, barely keeping what little senses I have grounded for a moment longer before my eyes finally close shut as I fall into a deep, unconscious state.

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I don't know how long I was out when my eyes slowly fluttered open again as I found myself sitting on a chair, my sight instantly fixed on my knee. It's been patched up. I try to reach down to feel how fresh the blood is only to find that my hands are bound behind my back. I let out an annoyed groan when I became fully conscious and aware of the situation I'm in.

I discovered that I am in a dark room that is lit only by the smallest pendant light which blinds my vision.

"Oh, you're finally awake I see." A male voice called out from within the darkness.

The usual alluring questions begin to build up in my mind followed by the internal panic.

Where exactly am I? Why am I tied up? Who's the man talking to me?

But one question did slip out in an almost whisper.

"What.. what the fuck do you want with me?"

It didn't take long for him to respond as I watched his silhouette dangerously circle me like a predator making a kill circle around meek prey.

I still couldn't make out any of his features due to his whole head and face being concealed under a balaclava. The only thing I could make out about my capturer was just how big and muscular he was compared to me. If it came to it, injured or not, I don't stand a chance against him.