I've been tortured here for God knows how long. It's impossible to tell what time it is when you're stuck in here. My torturers are different people each time. They seem to never run out. Speak of the devil...

My door slams open and a very gruff, middle-aged man with a mustache wearing standard military fatigues.

"Let me guess," I greeted. "You're name is something along the lines of John or Ricky and you joined because you enjoy the thrill of the kill."

"No," he said in a higher-pitched voice, his face growing stern. "My name is Terrence and I joined because I needed to pay for college."

I tried my hardest not laugh. Mainly because I thought he'd zap me more. And I was right. He immediately came over, extended his electric baton, and jabbed it into my side, electricity scorching my innards. I scream and writhe, but I couldn't seem to escape the pain.

"WAIT!!! WAIT!!!" I shout. He stops hurting me and looks to my face.

"Get me Parkinson," I ordered.

Terrence immediately walked out of the room and returned with Parkinson and two other guards.

"What do you want, Franklin? You're in no position to be makin' demands," he said.

"Can I get a glass of water? I'm growing tired of the infected urine and tap you guys give me," I ask.

Parkinson scoffed. "Sure," he said sarcastically. He walked back out of the room, leaving me alone with the other three guards.

"Hey, where's Snakeeyes? I wanna see that ninja who destroyed me," I ask. One guard leaves the room without a word and returns accompanied by the guy that knocked me on my [bleep].

"Who are you? If I'm gonna die in here, I oughtta know who it was that put me here."

The ninja guy stood there silently. He then raised his mask to reveal a mangled face, but I could still tell who it was beneath the scars and the flesh.

"Hound?!" I ask. "How are you alive? Tucker slaughtered us!"

Parkinson walks back in, spitting in a small, plastic cup.

"Well, I see you two have caught up," he says.

"How is he alive? I demand answers!" I yell.

"Well, Finn, after that disastrous op with Tucker went south, this guy radioed in, saying he's about half a mile out from the lab, saying he needs severe medical attention. So we send out one of our new high-tech AI-controlled drones to pick him up, and drop him off at a safe vicinity from the lab. Soon after, he was met with a full medical evacuation team and now, he's better than ever. Two mechanical legs, a mechanical right arm, and a reinforced steel eye with heat vision targeting systems."

"You made him a monster. Just another cog in your machine," I tell him. "Hound. Please. You must understand. This isn't right. Help me."

"I'm sorry, Finn," he said. "I'm with the good guys now." With that, he elbowed a guard in the face, grabbed his gun as Parkinson ran out, and shot the other one. He then snapped Terrence's neck.

He walked over to the strap holding my right hand down and untied it. He did the same for the one holding my head down.

He began to untie the rest, but I stopped him. "Go get Parkinson," I said. He nodded and took off in the same direction.

As I untied my straps, I could hear Parkinson in the distance.

"I need full backup. Hound's gone Broken Arrow."

After I untied all the straps, I got up and got a key card off one of the guards and grabbed both of their guns. And just in time, too.

A line of guards came storming through into the room. Before they could enter, I shot the front one in the neck, and the bullet kept going and went through every guard, leaving a line of roadkill.

I took off in a full sprint to find Hound and Parkinson. I unlocked the door and was met with a blast of sunlight. We were on the roof, and they were fighting each other on the other side of the wall to my left. I run around it and try aiming my gun at Parkinson, but they were moving too fast, and I might hit Hound.

"I CAN'T GET A SHOT!" I yelled.

"You don't need to," Hound said, sweeping Parkinson's legs out from under him and stomping on his chest. He aimed his gun straight at Parkinson's head. Just before he could pull the trigger, Parkinson stopped him.

"Go ahead. Kill me. You're only killing yourself," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Hound asked.

"Dead man's switch. There's a nanite injected into our necks. If I die, yours blows up. We installed it in case you ever turned against us," he explained. "You can't touch me. I'm invincible."

Hound lowered his gun. Parkinson began to chuckle, but Hound stomped on his face. Almost like a timer, soldiers immediately began storming the roof. We were backed into a wall. There's no way out of this.

"Jump," Hound whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"JUMP!" he shouted. He pulled me towards him and we front-flipped off the roof, plummeting towards the ground.