Dispatch, we have eyes on [The Force Awakens Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

A/N
There is somewhat graphic violence to come, and in this chapter there is a captive situation, just to warn.
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Finn met Rey in the lift up to the third floor, and they quietly discussed what was going to be done. When they reached the office they leaned against the desk, staring at the wall of photos.

"Couldn't we just send in the army? They'd surely be a match for whatever they have in there." Finn asked, and Rey shook her head.
"They have a hostage they somehow know belongs to us, and that would be used against us. We need him out first." Finn dropped his head into his hands.
"I'm from the weapons department, I shouldn't be in a terrorist focus group." He whined, and Rey kicked him.
"You're a weapons expert!" She stood before him, eyes lit up in an epiphany. Finn's were blank.
"Yes?..."
"That means if we can get you in there, you can identify what they have as well as getting Poe out!" She spun and looked at the photos of the mountains.
"They're constantly wearing full face gear of some sort, so that means if you approach from here," she ran her finger along a footpath through the mountains, "then you could easily get into the equipment warehouse, suit up, get some Intel, get Poe and get the hell out!" She laughed, and Finn slowly stood.
"That, could actually work. We need to have someone waiting to pick me up, and you could guide me through it." Finn looked around.
"The RGF pair, they could lift you over and wait for you. I'll call Leia." Rey decided quickly.

Finn wasn't complaining. No one knew what The First Order were capable of or how far they would go, and at that moment, they had a man who was basically Finn's only experience of a close, long term relationship of any sort. That meant they weren't going to have him long.

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Poe had been in the special forces, so he had had training. Extensive, in fact, on the subject of capture. He had seen and been in enough torture rooms in his life to identify where he was before the questions had started to come.

There was dark, then there was light: an attempt to disorientate.
First he was sitting, then he was in a cramped box, all in darkness: changing physical situation and position.
Tied to a chair, facing the wall, arms above his head, leg tied to his back standing in the middle of the room: stress positions.
They asked him simple questions: What's your name? What's your age? Blood type? Parents names? Home address? Job?
"Poe Dameron."
"34."
"A positive."
"I cannot answer that question, sir."
"I cannot answer that question, sir."
"I cannot answer that question, sir."

There was a woman with a soft voice who asked questions and recorded his answers, quietly stating that if he didn't tell her - and telling her would help him - then she would have to take measures to help him too.

He followed the rules that had been drummed into him:
Don't have attitude
Comply with instructions
Only tell basic information
Say nothing about your life outside of that room
Don't ask questions
Do nothing that will endanger your team or anyone else being held

But he was on his own. He didn't know how much time had past, though his internal clock told him it had barely been half a day. After he had turned down the woman for at least another half day, she sighed.
"We want to help you. We can't do that without your compliance. Now, unfortunately, my colleague and his friends are going to take their time in helping you remember how much you want to survive."
The door opened once as the woman left and the man entered, letting the stream of white light in, before closing the room into complete darkness. Then a switch was flicked, and a single orange light above Poe's head buzzed into life.

The light cast crazy shadows across the mans face, giving him the look of a cubist painting.
"Let's get a little blood into those hands." The men behind Poe stepped forward and swiftly untied the pilot before pulling he chair away.
"Strip down, my friend. We're going to have lots of fun."

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"I need to run this past some people, it should only take about a day, and that will give you time to plan this suicide mission properly." Leia stated before leaving the office, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"A day? He could be dead by then!" Finn whispered viciously, and Han looked at him.
"Look, kid, your boyfriend is a second priority. Our first, is to discover what sort of power they have, what they plan to do with it, and when. Your friend is just motivation for you to go in." The RG crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Finn challengingly as the man eyeballed him. The huge man known as Chewy just growled slightly under his breath, and Finn backed down.

"Go home, have a shower. We've been here nonstop for hours, we both deserve it." Rey patted his shoulder, and Finn nodded, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing his partner was safe.