(Note:all characters and events depicted in this story are fictional.)
When seal team 7.5 or some shit finally came for me, well I honestly don't know why, they would have been better off leaving me here. Instead of having 1 loss they could have had, well, all of them could have died. I guess Shane made it back okay then. They came in with force, and fleeting thoughts of mercy, the American way.
They carried me out like I was an annoying piece of luggage. but from the treatment I was getting for the last 5 days I thought my captors had gone soft. But it was strange because I didn't feel any sharp spikes on their armor and it moved independently from whoever was wearing it. Not that it mattered because I was so delerious I thought I was still in captivity and was used to it. Soon I was out of their little torture camp and in a car to freedom, I hoped.
