The first thing I see when I wake up are concrete walls, a concrete floor, a concrete ceiling and prison cell bars. I don't know how they got Oscar to let me go but they did it somehow and now I'm alone in a prison cell. The right side of my head is sore and my mouth is numb. A male voice echoes through the pain.
"That was some punch your 'friend' must have given you."
"He was saving his other friends. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!"
"Oh, I know, but your friend couldn't really have thought that we would stay by our promise."
"James, you little piece of sh-"
"Now, now. There's no need to get feisty. I just want you to know that we will never follow through. All your friends will die until, only one is left. The one you love the most. Then we will bring him here to make you and him both watch as you die slowly and painfully." I stand up and launch myself at the bars. Tears slip down my cheeks as I try my hardest to reach him through the bars.
"We were best friends for years, you are my brother, you're not meant to do this to me. You're not meant to do this to anyone." I shout in his face, I think of Oz and what they could do to him.
"Or maybe, I could give you a choice." I pause and stop reaching for my brother. "Either you could watch him die slowly and painfully then be killed quickly, or vice versa." The tears fall faster now, I realise that either Oz will suffer or I will suffer. And if I had to choose...
"Kill him first, if you ever get him this far, kill him first. Please." I sob into my shirt and finally come to the conclusion that I do love my brother and he has to know that. "James, this may seem like an odd time to say it, but, I love you, I love you and you're my brother, and you're going to kill me but I still love you. I will always love you. I always have and I always will." I look at him and I see tears in his eyes. One escapes and he makes no attempt to wipe it away.
"I know. And I love you too." He says.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this to me or my friends. I made us lose a father and I have always hated myself for it. I'm the last chance at a normal family you have left. You kill me and you won't have a chance." More tears fall down his cheeks as he slowly turns away. I turn and walk towards a corner of my cell, sit and sob into my knees.

I've been here for four days. My leg has completely healed and I train by doing five minutes of press-ups and sit-ups, fifteen minutes of jogging on the spot and ten minutes of punching the thin mattress. I know that if they haven't escaped somehow there'll only be another day until Oz gets 'delivered' as James says. The only thing I can do to keep my mind off that is to think of how many ways that I'll kill James if I get out alive. Slit his throat and watch him die slowly in a puddle of his own blood; Tell him I'll join him and then stab him in the middle of the night; Convince his whole workforce to turn against him then leave him in a forest for him to starve to death. So many more gruesome thoughts had popped up in my head the previous days that I am only vaguely aware that I am slowly going insane.

I pass the time by counting each crack in the wall and estimating how long it will be until my next meal. Each meal is a piece of stale bread and some lumpy, green soup. I'm just enjoying one of these repetitive meals when a series of quick fire gunshots ring out and echo across the room. I jump up and the soup splatters everywhere. I run over to the bars and crane my neck to look as far as I can to the other side of the room. I hear a large explosion and see dark smoke move across the ceiling, I see a lonely figure run from the smoke and when they become clearer I see Oscar. He's running with a set of keys on a large ring.
"Hurry, Oz, Hurry. They probably have step by step instructions on what to do if the evil guy's sister's best friend storms the base."
"He's your brother?" He stops fumbling around with the keys and looks up at me. I nod and gesture for him to carry on looking for the right key however, he drops his arms. "He's your brother? How could you not tell me?"
"I-I. Well, I didn't think it mattered much. It doesn't make a difference to me..." He starts looking for the key again and slots the right one into the lock. He pulls me out and we sprint down the corridor of empty cells.