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The archer eyes slowly fluttered opened his eyes, his left giving him difficulty due to the eyelashes being crusted together with dry blood. He felt bindings cutting into his wrists soon realizing he was still tied to a chair in this cold dark stone room. He had been here for God knows how long, all he knew is they were now safe, those he cared so dearly for, and he would never give the information out that these guys have been trying to beat out of him. He would never give out shields cords or sell out his friends. He knew the other agents would be glad to hear he wasn't coming back, most blaming him for he agents deaths, for Phil's death, so this was better due to that as well. His body shivered lightly against his will. As the cold air from the bared window hit his wet shirt. Wet due to earlier events. Starting to give in to his weary ness he started to think back to the days before he was captured nearly 3 weeks ago I figured it was

3 weeks earlier...

(writer notes)

I typed this up on my cell while in bed. If anyone actually does want to continue come t and I will=)