Three Hours Later

He didn't know how much time had past, all Walker knew he had to find a way to keep his mind occupied or he would go insane. He threw the magazine down, stretched then stood to go to his bunk. As he laid down, the door to their cell opened and in walked two men with blue ski masks on.

"Time for sleep. We will not come in every night. Instead when the lights go out, that means to sleep. You all will have a wake up call at seven every morning." The man nodded his head. "There is a small light on your bunk. Use that if you can't sleep."

The door was closed then locked leaving the men once again alone. Walker glanced up to see the small light the man was talking about and clicked it on just in time for the room's lights to go out. It was small, barely illuminated the area before it, but Walker didn't care. He dug inside his pocket, took out the picture of his little girl then held it in front of his face.

"I love you, Angela." He kissed the picture then put it in a spring above him. "I will come home. Don't you worry."

XXXX

In another room inside the complex, Gage laid on a top bunk, his hands over his chest. His mind raced over what had happened to him and he still couldn't quite piece things together. The group that had kidnapped him seemed to want to take care of him, writing down his medical information and even taking his blood. That meant they must have a licensed doctor on staff. Which made him think that he may be part of an illegal fight ring.

He took a deep breath then held the photo of his two kids in front of his face. Meaghan had just turned eleven and Joshua was only four, the latter probably confused as to why his dad disappeared. Wonder how Sydney and Meaghan were doing? Knowing his wife, she was trying her best to stay strong in front of their children.

The door to their cell opened and in walked three men in red ski masks. Gage slowly sat up, swung his legs over the side then waited to see what will happen to them.

"Lights out everybody! We won't be coming in everyday, so listen up. Lights go out that means no talking, it means to sleep. Wake up call will be seven in the morning, every day. There is a small light on your bunk, if you can't sleep use that. But I suggest that every night all of you get a good nights sleep. Life here won't be easy."

Company B - Three Days Later

The meeting room had turned into a control center of sorts for the FBI and right now they were searching for thirty missing men, two of which were Texas Rangers. It seemed that all of the men had just disappeared, with no trace of where they may have gone to. But how could that possibly have happened with so many men? Whoever planned the massive kidnappings had plenty of money to just throw away, which helped give the FBI and Rangers a small clue.

Trivette made his way into the room, a cup of semi-warm coffee in his hands. For the last few days he barely got any sleep and knew eventually Erica will start to get worried. He made his way over to Agent Carter who was looking at websites with his laptop.

Carter glanced at Trivette then shook his head. "So far, I've come up with several locations in the south that could be used as a fight ring and more names that match with the criminal millionaire route." He threw his pen down and rubbed his face. "Trivette, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"I know, but whoever took these men had to have made a mistake." Trivette leaned against the table, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. "I hate to say this, but we may have to wait till they air a fight." He pointed to the laptop screen. "Have you found anything about upcoming online fights?"

"Nothing illegal. They may be waiting for the last minute to post." He leaned back into his seat and started to rock it backwards. "Wonder how the men are being treated?"

Trivette sighed heavily. "I'm hoping well." He put his coffee down then spun the computer around. "Who are the five top suspects we have so far?"

"Oh, where to began." Carter dropped the chair back on all four legs, grabbed a notebook and flipped it open. "Sage Thompson, Ian Humphrey…." He blew threw his lips. "Joseph Case, Camilo Alvarez…. The list goes on." He threw the pad down to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Right now, we're just looking at sons with daddy's money."

"It's a start." He sipped at his coffee then rubbed his face. "I'm going to go home and get some sleep. Call me if anything happens."

Unknown Location

According to the lights out, Walker has now spent three days as a captive to the ski-mask men. But thankfully he was given decent size meals, bathroom breaks and even a short walk in an exercise room. And now, he walked with the men to another room and once he stepped inside, his suspicions were finally confirmed. Inside, covering the floor was colored mats which made a ring and several kick/punching bags and paddles were stacked against one wall. Whoever had taken him and the other men were indeed running a fighting ring.

Terry, the shortest of the captors unlocked the cuffs and everybody, including Walker kept their hands clasped behind them. Though he hated to follow his captors orders, he knew if he didn't, his family would be hunted down and killed. With his eyes, he followed Terry as he went to the middle of the ring.

"This will be light contact sparring. You six will take turns." He motioned for the fighters to sit, which they did without hesitation. "One of you will eventually become the room leader. That will depend on how many fights you win." He nodded to another man in a ski-mask. "Benji will keep an eye on all of you. First up, numbers 0531 and 0535."

Walker quickly got to his feet and stood at attention to await orders. It took him two days to realize, he was no longer Walker with his captors, but numbers 0535. Which told him he was dispensable. And yet, the captors were giving him and the other men time to work out. That meant the matches had a lot riding on them.

"We will give you fifteen minutes to stretch out." Benji went to a cupboard then pulled out several helmets and training gloves. "Remember, this is light contact. If you can't control yourself, you won't fight. You don't fight, no privileges."

After a few seconds, Walker sat back down then started to stretch out his legs. He was to fight Joseph, who was very similar to him in height and weight. Wonder if the young man ever had martial arts experience? And if so, how good was he? Joseph started to bounce around and throw punches like a boxer, which meant he may not be able to handle kicks.

Joseph glanced at him then continued on his warm-up workout. This should be a rather interesting sparring session. Martial artist against boxer, who will win in the end?

XXXX

The last few days for Gage had been extremely boring, but also rather nerve racking. For most of the time his thoughts have been on his family. Just thinking about them made him look at the picture of his children once again. Poor Joshua, he was too young to truly understand what could have happened to his dad. He traced his thumb along his children's faces then tucked the picture back into it's place on his locker.

"So, Gage what's the story with you?" Asked Aiden Marshall from his bed below Gage.

Gage took a deep breath then shrugged his shoulders. "From Texas, have two kids and a wife." He rolled to his side and lowered his head to get a look at the younger man. "You've asked me before, remember?"

Aiden shrugged. "Yeah, but I now know who you are. You arrested me, three years ago."

Gage's eyes widened in realization. "Wow, you look different."

"Meth does that to people. This is the longest I've been clean and it's driving me mad." He jumped down from his bunk, stretched then went to the table where Truman Weaver sat reading an outdated sports magazine. "What do you think is going on?"

Truman shook his head. "Like Gage has told us before, it's possibly an illegal fight ring." His thick Cajun accent making it hard for people to understand him. "If it proves to be true, then I'm glad I have tournament experience."

The door to their cell suddenly opened and all the men in the room quickly stood to attention. Three men came in, all wearing red ski masks and carrying medium sized duffle bags. They dispersed throughout the room, handing out bags to each of the captive men.

Lewis, the man who seemed to be in charge of the room took a step forward. "This will be your gear bag for your time here. Loose anything and you will have to earn replacements." A another man walked in with a large case in his hands. "Doctor Rios will be taking teeth impressions to get everybody fitted with mouth pieces."

Doctor Rios sat the case on the table. "I'm going to start in order. Another man walked in with a leather briefcase and handed it to the doctor. "Okay, number 0220 step forward and sit at the table for me please."

Zadok Abijah, an Israeli currently living in the States sat at the table. "So, we fight?"

None of the men in ski masks answered him, instead three of them left locking the door behind them. Lewis gave the okay for the captive men to relax which they did, but all kept their guards up. Gage jumped back onto his bunk and rested his back against the cool, brick wall. So, he was right about the fight ring. What he didn't suspect was the care that his captors were taking to ensure safety for the fighters.

"Next!" Shouted Doctor Rios.

Gage jumped down from his bunk then sat down at the table. The doctor put on a new pair of gloves, set up some putty then asked for Gage to open his mouth. When he did, the man put a metal device inside Gage's mouth then told him to bite down. Within seconds Doctor Rios was done with him and stored his imprint in a plastic case.

Lewis crossed his arms. "To answer, 0220's question, yes you all will fight eventually. You will began light contact sparring later today after lunch."

XXXX

The sparring session with Joseph ended up being very interesting and Walker found himself getting tagged several times in the face from the young man's quick jabs. Joseph was an excellent boxer and Walker hoped that if the young man did make it out of this alive, he will turn pro. However, Joseph's real test will come during his first fight match. Being only a boxer Joseph was very limited on what he could do in the ring.

Benji went up and lightly kicked Walker in the left leg. "0535, get up." Walker quickly got to his feet and stood to attention. "Robert is here to take you someplace."

A tall man made his way towards Walker, a pair of cuffs in his hands. "You know the drill." Walker did and he clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen. "Okay, no fighting. Let's move." Robert led Walker out of the room and down the hall till they reached a door with no number. "Don't fight them. You are one of five they are choosing for an example."

Once inside the room, Walker was forced to kneel on the floor as Robert locked the door behind him. Two men came from the shadows, both wearing latex gloves and carrying small clubs. For the first time since he was taken hostage Walker feared for his safety. He took a deep breath then braced himself for the first hit.

The taller of the men stepped up first, raised the club then slammed it into Walker's face. "If fighters ask what happened to you, let them know this is what we do if any of you step out of line."

Walker spit the blood out of his mouth then scowled up at the man. "Why me?"

"You are the oldest and most experience fighter in your room." The man hit him again, cutting Walker's eyebrow wide open. He slammed the club once more into Walker's face then pulled him to his feet. "Now, you will head back to the room. Your team will be in there shortly."

Robert grabbed hold of Walker's right arm and yanked him forward. "Let's go."

Walker was led back down the hall till they reached the room he was living in. Here, he was shoved back inside with the cuffs till on his wrists. The door was then locked, leaving him alone in the room. Great, so how long will he have to wear the cuffs for? He thought as he sat down at the table.

The door opened once again, but instead of fighters two men in ski masks came in along with a man in a white lab coat. The latter had a large case in his hands which he rested on the table. He put on latex gloves then leaned over Walker to check his facial injuries.

"He will need stitches for the cut on his right eyebrow. Call in Doctor Galloway." He opened the case with a shake of his head. "You will have a scar there, but it might look good on camera." He began to pull items out, laying them neatly on the table. "I need to make teeth impressions for your custom mouth guard."

Walker watched as one of the men in ski masks laid a bag on each of the beds. "Why are you all taking care of us?"

The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "If we don't, we won't make any money." He began to mix a putty inside a bowl. "This will only take a few minutes."

Fort Worth, Texas

Being strong for her daughter and for Sydney was finally taking a toll on Alex who was about to break down at any given minute. Even though it has only been three days since Walker and Gage's disappearances, it seemed much longer than that. She wished she knew who had taken her husband and his friend, but so far there has been no leads. How could Walker and Gage just disappear like that without anybody taking credit for it?

She sipped at her coffee then sat down on the front porch to get some air. Because Walker's disappearance was still a mystery, Angela was currently not going to school. Which meant added stress to Alex's life. At least her daughter understood and didn't ask any questions about Walker's disappearance. Unfortunately for the Gage children, they're still too young to truly understand what had happened to their father.

The front door opened and out walked Angela who sat next to Alex. "It's really cold, mom." Angela blew into her hands then rubbed them together. "I hope dad is warm wherever he may be."

"I'm sure he is." Alex sipped at her coffee then turned to face her daughter. "How is Meaghan and Josh doing?"

"Josh is taking a nap and Meaghan is working on homework." Angela stared out into the field, her eyes full of sadness. "Do you think dad will be home in time for Christmas?"

Alex wrapped her arm around Angela's shoulder and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I honestly don't know, sweetie." Her voice quivered as she tried to control the emotions that threatened to surface. "But if you want, we can go and buy gifts for him."

Angela slowly nodded. "Yeah, lets do that." She gave Alex a weak smile. "Lets take Megs and Joshua along with Aunt Sydney."

"That would be wonderful, Angie." Alex kissed Angela on the crown of the head. "We can do that tomorrow." She turned around as Sydney walked out onto the porch with a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. "Hey Sydney."

Sydney gave Alex a meek smile. "Hi." She took a deep breath as she stepped up to the porch railing. "No news, but I guess that's good." She took a sip of the coffee then leaned her elbows on the wooden surface. "Just wish I knew what to tell Megs and Joshua."

Alex slowly stood and went to her friend's side. "They will come back to us." She gave her friend a reassuring hug. "Just keep the faith alive. Trust me it helps."

The younger woman nodded, her eyes focused on the mug in her hands. "I know it's only been three days, but it seems much longer than that." She sighed heavily and stood up straighter. "I should check up on young Joshua. He's not been sleeping well the past few days." Her bottom lip began to quiver as her eyes misted over. "Gage use to tuck both of them in at night. Even when he came home late, he will always make sure to say goodnight to Megs and Joshua." She took a deep, shaky breath then cleared her throat. "I'm going to cook dinner tonight. Hope you all like fajitas."