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The icy wind bit into his back as he was walking. He thought, just a few more miles then I will be safe at the compound. Even though this sounded reassuring he knew that he was telling himself that would not help his current situation. He was stuck in the middle of a snowstorm without any shelter miles away from his base with a broken wrist. As he was contemplating his situation he thought of how his commander said they only needed him for a couple weeks then he could go home. Being a Marine he could not back down from his superior's request. His commander John Nortingfield was a pain in the ass. He could not help being upset as his commander because it was his fault he was stuck in Antarctica in the middle of a blizzard. He was mad but he pulled himself together and started walking again. Maybe things would go better if he stopped complaining things would go better after all, he only broke his wrest from slipping on the ice and that is a better injury than getting mauled by a leopard seal those things are vicious. As his mood finally began to lighten he felt the cold prick of a needle at the base of his neck. His last conscious thought was that he would not be cold anymore.
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When he woke up he noticed that he wasn't cold so that meant he was either dead or inside a building because his head hurt like hell he guessed the later. He didn't have time to assess his situation because he felt the cold gush of air across his face announcing the arrival of his captor. When his captor saw him he chuckled for a few second, his voice sounding deep and husky, to him it sounded like pure evil. "I see you're awake. Are you ready to talk yet, my unfortunate friend?" His captor's voice was harsh yet he talked as though he was a friend. He decided that silence would be the best answer, so he said nothing. "I see, not much of a talker are you? I will ask a different question I trust that you will know the answer. What do you know about the research they are doing here?" His captor was losing his temper fast but he hardly knew anything. If he told him what he did know it would be considered treason so again he kept his mouth shut. His captor did not like this he was roughly grabbed by the shirt a dragged out side to the snow and was dunking head first into a pond of freezing water. The water was such a shock to his system he screamed and tired to struggle with his captor to remove his head from the water. When he screamed he had lost all of his air supply and he was close to losing conciseness. His captor suddenly pulled his head out of the water and spoke in his ear, "I hope you are awake know it was a disappointment to be ignored so I decided to wake you up. Will you now answer my questions?" His captor spoke angrily. "I don't know any thing I was just sent up here by my commander a day ago." He said unsure of how his captor would take the answer. "That's fine, I see that if you knew something you would have told me right? Well since that is taken care of there really is no point of keeping you alive. If you had information you might have lived longer." With those last words his captor revealed a knife and sliced four incisions, one on each of his arms and legs. Then he jumped on a snow mobile and to his dying form he said, "I am sorry about this but I really didn't see any point in keeping you alive." His last image was his captor driving away.
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