The original story, (by Ranger Nikhi):
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A continuation of Project Freelancer: The other agents (From the different perspective of Agent DC)-
The silence pierced the air for a second. No one dared utter a word, or a whisper. Before one of the rebels addressed the squad. "If you comply with our instructions, no-one will be hurt here, and you will eventually be let go. If you do not, we will execute each of you individually, one by one, after you have dug your own graves. It's your choice." The silence rang true in the air, with the squad still seemingly frozen with caution and fear. "If we decide to comply," queried Idaho, "none of us will be hurt, tortured or killed?" "That is correct. We wish only to send a message you're your brief imprisonment. A strong message of protest against imperialism and war mongering."
Promises of safety under the guard of these rebels, and of possible release may have seemed desirable to DC, but he didn't want to endanger his fellow soldiers. That part of what the rebel leader had said bothered him. "Brief imprisonment". How long was brief? And what was their definition of "release"?
He had to agree to surrender. He was messed up enough as it was, but he thought himself tough and man enough to endure for their sake.
DC was a different kind of soldier. In his past, he had experienced a lot of psychological pain and depression, and at some point, had hearing the voices of his past and present friends crying out, in despair and in agony, like a drill, through his mind. He possessed a fiery, untamed anger and fierce temper deep within his soul, a forever burning flame of raw passion, emotion and pain inside of him that he kept hidden from the others, for he thought it wouldn't get him past selection for this trial. This was to be his proving ground.
That is, until what looked like certain surrender. That or death at the hands of these rebels. He felt for his teammates, all of them, but he had to hide it away. He felt it a weakness in the face of pressure, conflict and existing fear. He had only known Alaska and Indiana for a short time. They too, he thought, were people he cared about, as well as Idaho.
He masked his emotions. Preferred to save face and to hide away, to keep a mask on his true psyche and how he felt in front of the others. All hidden in his blue eyes and pale complexion, ironically, hidden in the scarlet and blue armour he wore, his silver visor distinguishing him from the others. He seldom was seen without his armour. Comfortably numb, emotionally void and ready to fight for freedom…
"Step forward, and surrender all of your weaponry and communications devices immediately. If you do not comply, we will use force." The soldiers, every one of them, followed the sharp, stern order of the rebels' leader. These advanced, sure-fire and high quality weapons had just as quickly fallen out of their control and into the hands of a force that had already challenged jeopardised and certainly thwarted UNSC missions before, quite often, as a matter of fact.
The agents were restrained, and led into the compound, waiting for whatever promises and treatment the rebels had planned… DC wasn't planning to make it easy, for the rebels, albeit, himself…