PROLOGUE
"How do I get in?" "Answer me!" The sick sound of breaking bone echoed around metal plated walls of the room.
The guards outside shuddered.
A thick crimson liquid sprayed from the wound, coating everything with red.
"Answer me!" A pain-riddled gasp for air.
"N…o," was the reply from the one tied down on the table. The man with the baseball bat frowned, an eyelid twitched.
"Do you know how long it has taken me to set this up?
I cannot have failure now!"
Another crack. It seemed to calm down the man standing up.
"Very well. It seems you need another, ah, shall we say, manner of persuasion, it seems." bloodshot eyes shot open.
"Stay…away…from him." He managed to get out.The one with the bat smiled a cruel smile.
"No."
The person on the table shuddered and gave in.
"Alright… alright." The person wheezed out.
The man with the bat ginned. His smile grew even wider when the captive had finished. His smile was at a supernatural size when he shot the captive more than was necessary.
Blood splattered around the room again. The man walked out of the room whistling merrily. Another person walked down the corridor towards the man.
" Mr Me-"
" SILENCE! I told everybody to NEVER use my name, idiotic bastered!" The other man cowered in fear.
"Yes… Sir." The new man straightened up.
"Now what do you want, Craig?"
"I just came to inform you that the Americans got you on one of their satellites." At that, the man with the baseball bat froze. He seemed to stare into blank space for a while, thinking. He dismissed Craig and thought to himself. He walked into his room and saw his accomplices. One British, one French…