He woke to a nightmare.

Hands were wrapped around his neck and began to squeeze. His eyes popped open and he tried to scream for help but no sound would come out.

Kicking and clawing desperately at his neck, he tried to escape, but the hold on him was too great.

His vision began to grey around the edges and he lost control of his limbs as they became limp.

The hold was on his neck was released just as he was on the verge of blacking out completely. A gag was quickly tied in place and he was roughly pulled to his feet.

His right arm was grabbed and pulled behind his back. Starting to get his wits back he tried to pull away, but his attacker was stronger and yanked harder.

There was an audible crack; the unmistakable sound of bone breaking. His eyes bulged and he let out a muffled cry of pain.

In a matter of seconds his arms were tied behind his back. A swift blow to his midsection sent him reeling back down onto the chair and rendered him helpless. He was secured to the chair by a strip of bed sheet that was wrapped tightly around his torso and another around his legs.

In pain and incapacitated, he watched in terror as the gleaming blade of a switchblade was brought closer and closer until the cold steel made contact with his exposed throat.

Templeton Peck looked into the ice-cold blue eyes of the man above him…eyes that happened to belong to his colonel: John "Hannibal" Smith".

TBC…

Note: I planned on taking a writing break, but this idea popped into my head this morning and won't leave me alone…so here we go again!