After the failed attempt to liberate the alpha Agent North knew what was about to happen; He and South were surrounded by 20 guards, lead by Agent Wyoming (the older British agent managed to get back up after York hit him in the face with a locker.)

"Drop your weapons mate." Wyoming said, in an apologetic tone. He, like many, considered North a friend, he was just following orders (just until the day he could find the courage to escape).

North could have taken them down; he could have easily made it off the ship. But he could never leave his sister. Even as the blinded monster she had become, she was still his flesh and blood, the little girl who was his best friend when he was lonely, sad, or being physically abused by their father.

"Sure, man, no hard feelings." he put down his weapons, looking up at his sister in her pink armor as he mentally prepared himself. A rain of non- lethal taser rounds struck him, rendering him unconscious.

Later-

"I don't want him dead, Agent north can still be of use to us, but I want to break him. Make him do the one thing no freelancer agent would ever do-I want him to beg for his life." The director was more than a little pissed off. After securing a hiding place for the alpha he turned his attention to the fact that North opened fire on his sister to help Agent Texas reach the Alpha. Had she actually succeeded he would be asking for North's execution.

"I have something I've been saving for a rainy day." a while back Counselor Price commissioned a series of containment cells for rebels and traitors.(this would not be the first time they would be put to use.)

North woke up naked in a metal room shacked to the wall by both his wrists. He was covered in bruises and coughing up blood.

"Agent North, nice to see you awake," it was the voice of Counselor Price," I do believe you owe my self and the director an explanation for you little stunt 2 days ago- that's right you've been out for 2 days."

"I don't owe you bastards anything!" he said to a camera in the corner of the room.

"The director wants to keep you in there until you beg for your life, but I am willing to settle for an apology; you did what you did in a moment of confusion and weakness, and it will never happen again. You will have your armor returned and recover your place on the team. And as a gesture of good will (and mercy) I have allowed you to keep your AI. I know that you think project freelancer is a corrupt organization whose sole purpose was the creation of the Alpha (and to use you and your fellow soldiers as living experiments.)" he said with a slight smirk, because North was 100% correct. That was why they selected their recruits so young; old enough to be skilled but young enough to be naïve (roughly late teens to late 20's). Agent North and South were only 25.

"But my hope is that Theta can allow you to acknowledge the good we have done, and will continue to do, with or without you." Price concluded.

"North prepare yourself." Theta cried as he suddenly pop n to view.

The room electrified for 5 seconds, sucking the air out his lungs. He had a feeling this also happened when he was unconscious; which would explain the uncanny level of physical pain he was in.

"oh! I almost forget-in addition to no food and water or toilet facilities and the temp set at an uncomfortable but survivable 40 degrees fahrenheit, the room will be subject to an electrical current- once an hour." Price could feel someone standing behind him. "Theta send me a message when our friend is ready to talk."

"Once an hour?" it was Agent South there was no fear or concern in her voice, it was as if she relished the idea of her brother being tortured.

"Agent South," he said with a smile. With her helmet off she was undeniably beautiful, with her short blonde hair, and light blue eyes.

"If you don't mind, I wanted to see it for myself," she shrugged.

"Tell me agent, what do you see?" he said allowing her to see the feed.

"a brother? a solider? a teammate?"he asked.

"a traitor" she said immediately, in her usual cold tone.

"smart girl." he expected nothing less. "When your brother comes to his senses he will be under your direct supervision- unofficially of course."

"understood sir." she said with a smirk. Her dream/goal had always been to be better than her brother, in school, sports, life. As a child she would gladly comfort and take care of him when he was hurt or sick, only because it fed her ego.

"Out of curiosity, what's the longest someone's lasted in there?" she said, somewhat proud he wasn't crying out in pain.

"The record is 5 days." he answered casually.

"Cool- Bet you 20 dollars he can beat that." with that she left, chewing a stick of gum.

"What? You think he'll last indefinitely in there?"Price asked.

"No, but he'll last longer than 5 days. Our father did some f—ked up shit to him growing up, he can go an abnormally long amount of time without food or water." She liked to think she took after both her parents; she was a little crazy like her father, but she still held out respect for her flesh and blood.

Price took one last look at the monitor and could not help but laugh. Even Price knew Agent North was a good man. He could/should have left with Agent Texas but his sense of loyalty was his undoing; loyalty to a total psychopath who would (if she was more skilled) would have put a bullet in his head. And he already knew she was correct; North was strong, he would eventually break but only when he was staring down death.