Clay fought the best he could, but knew there was no way he could over power 15 guys himself and even if by some miracle he did get away, there was no way he could run from them. He prayed Brock and Ray would remain quiet and undetected so that they could rescue him and thankfully they did.
The men kept asking him questions in Russian. Questions he understood clearly, but decided it would be better if they didn't know he spoke the language.
He kept repeating "I'm American. I speak English. I don't understand Russian. I don't know what you're saying."
The men seemed to grow impatient with the language barrier and gave up questioning him. Instead, they covered his mouth so he couldn't speak, zip tied his wrists behind his back and pushed him forward. He fell to knees as he instinctively put his right foot forward to stabilize himself and felt the pain shoot up his leg.
Two of the Russians picked him up by his arms and carried him to their vehicle. They threw him in them back and sped off.
Clay's worry intensified when they didn't head in the direction where his team was going. 'This is NOT good! Where are they taking me!?' He said in his head.
Jason's location.
"Bravo two to Bravo one, we have a major problem." Jason heard over the radio. The urgency of Ray's voice was hard to miss.
"What's going on?" Jason asked. Trent and Sonny locked in to the radio waiting for Ray's reply.
"Bravo six went down. Doesn't appear severely injured, definitely hurt his leg somewhere, but uh… he's gone. They got him." Ray trailed off at the end.
"Say again Bravo two…?" Jason asked, not comprehending how that was possible.
"I sent him high. Kid stepped on a rock that came loose and went down. 15 men showed up out of nowhere and took him." Ray stated. "We gotta get to that location. They gotta be taking him there.
"Dammit." Jason cursed under his breath, before replying to Ray. "Alright, double time it the rest of the way up, but be careful." Jason emphasized on the be careful part.
"They got the kid?" Sonny asked, hoping he heard wrong.
Jason just looked at him and nodded. "We need to move."
Clay's location.
He was in the car longer than he would have liked. The longer drive meant being further away from Bravo, which meant it would take longer for them to find him. Not to mention, they were still heading to the original location, assuming that's where he was taken.
As the car came to a stop, he was roughly pulled out and drug through a door that was build into the wall. He was carried down a long hallway and dropped in in front of a man that had his back turned to him. As he looked up, the man turned around, causing Clay to become wide eyed. 'Oh fuck!' Clay thought.
In front of him stood Yuri Petrov. Clay's heart sank. Whatever shit he was in before just became that much worse.
Yuri looked down at Clay, inspecting his appearance. He had a few cuts and bruises on his face, but they would heal. Blondish hair, blue eyes, in great physical shape: highly sought-after appearance to many of his buyers. Bullet proof vest with an American military patch: that'll triple what he would receive for just his appearance alone.
Yuri snapped a quick picture of him, wanting to get him on the market immediately, but has yet to say a word. He knew he wasn't here alone and whoever he was with would come looking for him. Luckily for him, this second location was extremely hidden, and only a select few know about it. It's the location where he hides out and keeps his 'high-valued prisoners.'
The other location, the one where Bravo was heading to was his original location. Yuri would occasionally pop in to check on things, but other than that, he was hardly ever seen. He also kept a majority of his 'prisoners' there.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Yuri spoke. "What is your name?" He asked in an extremely heavy accent.
Clay refused to answer which angered Yuri.
Yuri grabbed Clay under his chin, forcing Clay to look at him. "I know you speak English, now I asked you a question. What. Is. Your. Name?"
Clay still refused to answer. Instead he pulled his head back and out of Yuri's grasp. "Fuck off." He replied.
"Wrong answer." Yuri said calmly as he looked up to his men. "Get him out of my face. Take him to isolation."
Yuri's men promptly picked Clay up and as they began dragging him away, Yuri smirked and shouted out "See how long you stay quiet now."
Clay laughed inside. Clearly this guy had no idea that he was trained for situations like this. Situations that were created to break him and force him to talk. He just hoped he wouldn't have to suffer through it for too long before Bravo found him. In a way, he was actually a bit relieved to be being put in isolation rather than enduring some sort of physical torture.
That was until he was actually IN isolation. It was essentially a cement box with no windows and only a door. From what he gathered before the door what shut, it was only about 7 feet wide and 7 feet high. There was a small mattress, if you could even call it that, that looked more like a dog bed than a mattress, on the right wall. Other than that, there was nothing. Not a single thing, and it only got worse once the door closed. He couldn't see the hand in front of his face. It was so quiet, he swore he could hear the blood running through his veins.
He crawled on his hands and knees until he felt the 'mattress' and sat on it, tapping into his SERE training the best he could. They had prepared them for all sorts of situations, solitary confinement being one of them. However, in SERE, there had been lights and sounds. In here, all he had were his thoughts, and boy did his thoughts run wild.