Harm laid in his looking at the wall. For the past three hours he's been electrocuted by a battery. He would have thought that they'd come up with something better to use than a car battery, after all, if they could afford this ware house then why not buy a rod (the thing that looks like a baton but pretty much electrocutes you) or a Taser? For what it's worth though, he did ask, it only made the big mean men madder. When he was first brought into the other room for… 'Questioning' it had started out pleasant enough though. He'd been given food, good food. He must've looked like a starved dog though, but he didn't care. Yes, the big mean men laughed at him when he guarded the plate like a starved dog but hey, he had the last laugh when he didn't answer any of their questions.

He remembered being told by a news reported how stupid these 'cave' men were. In reality however, he encountered some highly intelligent men. It should be pointed out though that when Neanderthals, Humans and the other type of evolving human co-existed (this is actually true, I read this in a sociology and geography school book) middle easterners were the first to use medals (like a black smith). They stared with simple questions, questions that didn't seem to matter if answered, and twisting their words in such a way that it seemed harmless to answer. Of course his standard response was his name, rank, I.D social. It was basic psychology, sort of, really…who says when their kids 'I want to grow up to torture Americans'? When that method didn't work, the intelligent men, two that he knew of, tried to play with his morals and values. Pretty much feeding him a bunch of crap about how they and Americans were alike, and they gave reasons, most of which he agreed with them on. After about two days of that not working they did the next best thing, well not really best for him; they put a collar around his neck, hooked it to a leash and walked him around on that. They even went so far as to try and teach him 'tricks'. When they said sit, he stood, making them force him to sit by kicking his knees until he fell into a kneeling position. Roll over, he ignored them, making them kick him until he tried to roll away from them, from the pain. Play dead, well that wasn't too hard, after all, all they had to do was knock him out when he just stayed where he was. Speak was their favorite, in his opinion, well besides 'sit'. Hit him In the right spot and he yelped or screamed or moaned, that was 'speak'.

Harm shifted so that he laid on the floor in a fetal position; why fetal? He didn't know, it just became a habit, maybe it was because he felt safer in that position? The last time he saw Mac2 was three days ago. Harm closed his eyes as tears formed in them. He always though he'd be able to tell her how he felt, that they would be together. He thought he had a tomorrow, that he had time. It really was stupid to think like that though, he should know! His father left them without being able to say good bye! Maybe his family was cursed or something? His great grandfather was captured by Koreans, tortured for days before being killed, his father and POW for many years before dying, and now him…Why can't he have a peaceful life with the woman he loves? Harm smiled as a thought went through his head, 'She's a Marine'.

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Gunnery Sargent Victor Galindez frowned slightly. He and his men along with two other squads were going to a location where his informant had kindly given to him after he was 'politely' asked where the American soldier was being held. However, this wasn't the reason why he frowned. The reason was, was that not only was this American soldier being a POW, but that it was his friend, Commander Harmon Rabb jr. A man that, although knew he was superior and smarter than most, he treated everyone equal, including the enlisted. Imagine, a Naval Officer of Commander rank with an air of arrogance treating enlisted men and woman equally…Gunny shook his head, he needed to focus. Right now, with the Colonel in the Humvee, it was super important if he didn't want to wind up dead.

Colonel Sarah Mackenzie religiously relayed the information she got from 'visiting' Harm to Admiral AJ Chegwidden who in turned informed the SecNav. Everything Harm said, the way he acted, what his conditioned seemed to be, everything except what Harm had merely whispered to her, something he thought was a figment of his imagination. Those simple three words followed by her first name, made her heart beat a drums. It gave her the greatest of hopes but as well the greatest of pain. Harm could be dead by now, he could have been tortured to death and if he wasn't, he was going to have a lot to overcome. Of course, she'd be there for him, she loved him! She needed to focus. She knew Gunny didn't want her coming…not because she was female but because he knew how much Harm meant to her and if he was dead…FOCUS MARINE!

Admiral AJ Chegwidden, the Secretary of the Navy watched the screen that resided in the corner of the Admirals office. They were watching, rather intently, a feed that was streaming live from Gunny's helmet. The mission that had been approved came from higher up than the SecNav, it had to be approved by the President himself (President Clinton) who was also being briefed of the mission as is was carried out. The President had immediately approved the rescue of a man who had, years earlier, been accused of defacing the man and if that didn't call for a good president than neither men knew what did! AJ had to admit though, he was worried for not only his men (this includes Mac) but as well for the condition they might find Harm in. AJ poured himself and the SecNav a drink of bourbon, which was gladly accepted.

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SNEAK PEAK:

Harm opened his eyes when he heard his cell door opening. He tried to sit up a little but all he managed to do was lift his head part way before he collapsed to the ground again. As the light hit him, Harm shielded his eyes as best as he could with his shackled hands, the really hurt his eyes! He felt a gentle hand touch him, but he shied away from it out of fear. He heard a sob echo his cell, he squinted through the light an saw her…He saw his Marine. She was crying…he looked at the others that were in his cell, he saw Gunny, who had on a camera of some sort. He noticed two others but he didn't recognize them. He turned back to Mac who was still crying, looking at him as if he'd vanish. He weakly made his arm rise to her face and gently wiped away a stray tear before he smiled.

"Love you" Harm managed to whisper before he let the darkness pull him in. He faintly heard Mac scream his name, he heard Gunny yelling for the medic they brought, and if he had been conscious for a few more seconds, he would have heard her tell him that she loved him too.

~_0 Hopefully I'll upload soon!