And here's another Chapter of GOTP! I hope everyone's enjoyed it so far - lots more action coming on! So stay tuned.
Summary:
Logan Walker, a man in chains under Rorke's imprisonment, is slowly changing, becoming more hostile, losing precious memories, and only handle his own company. But something sticks, and using this knowledge he somehow manages to escape. Now on the run, Logan has to figure out if he's with the Ghosts or the Federation, before it's chosen for him.
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Chapter 4:
When he and Hesh broke the door down, they had the element of surprize. Some had turned around when hearing it, some dove to get cover, and others just stood there and didn't know what was happening.
Idiots, Logan thought bitterly, almost shaking his head as he took a few down in those few precious seconds of surprize. I can't believe Rorke wanted me to be one of them.
He, Hesh and Kick gunned down as many as they could while they were in the open before he ducked under a couple of crates, a bullet whooshing past his head.
Shit, that was close. He gripped his gun harder. Remember your training here. You know how they work and how they use their weapons, so recognise what they're trying to do and stop it.
Logan peered through the gap in the crates, trying to find some sign of organisation.
There! He stared at a man in cover from the Ghosts but not from him, the guy talking into a radio. Their calling reinforcements, and with that…. He watched the guy's mouth, trying to figure out what he was saying. A bunch of equipment that will surely slow us down. We need to push past these guys before they send in more people, and fast.
"Don't get pinned down!" He yelled at the others, who were on the right side of the field, trying to get out of the position he had just told them not to get in. "They want reinforcements! Split up and get on different sides – it'll take more of them to take us down!"
Kick sent a nod of acknowledgement, Logan wondering how he had heard him in the raining bullets of gunfire. No, this is the time we need to use fast and efficiently. Make sure they don't get hurt or knocked out and I've got myself away from here.
Logan waited five seconds before finding the man making the call, shooting him expertly through the tiny gap in the head. One down, a hundred more to go. He thought sarcastically, grabbing his one and only grenade and sending it flying towards the men shooting at him, the thing going off and sending the closest flying and others crying out in pain.
Now knowing the enemy knew his position, he threw himself into the middle of the field, taking cover behind a cement road block, narrowly missing a few bullets. Close, but not close enough. He thought teasingly before going on his stomach and poking his head out, trying to find the guys pinning the Ghosts down, who were now behind him.
He glanced around before finding the men behind a road block, all five of them up and smirking like they had won the lottery. Not today, you fuckers! With that thought in mind, Logan shot all five of them in the head with a single burst of bullets from the automatic machinegun. Ha! Suck on that bitches!
He got back in a crouch, turning back to find both Ghosts splitting up like he had suggested. Good, they've taken my advice. Now to remove these fuckers from the battlefield and get away before the reinforcements arrive.
They moved forward slowly, taking out all of those with expert skills before the rest of the enemy were eliminated, showing the forest about 500m in front of them, a fallen log giving valuable cover to see the base and hide from bullets – a great spot to use.
Logan nodded at the two Ghosts, who were now beside him. "Let's get moving before the reinforcements arrive."
Logan was the first to take the run, noticing how Hesh and Kick had a hand over their ears, obviously sending and receiving orders from someone.
They need to tell somebody what they're doing, he reasoned. Merrick and whoever else there is needs to know they're escaping with me.
He jumped over the log he had been aiming for, ducking behind the cover before simply lying back for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the grass in his hands, the wildlife making their represented noises and the feeling of just being free overwhelming him.
Oh….I forgot how good it feels to be free….just like everything else. The thought turned bitter in a flash, and before he could think of something else something made it to his ears – a sound so tiny only the best of the best could hear it.
He was crouching with his gun at the ready in an instant, turning and peering above the log to find what he had been afraid of.
Hesh and Kick had their hands on their heads in surrender, more than two dozen soldiers surrounding them with their guns pointing at them. He watched as the leader of the squad stalked up to Hesh and asked a question, more than likely to where he was. Hesh must have said something bad, for the man struck him in the forehead with the butt of his gun, making the man fall to the ground, unconscious.
Shit. They stayed there for too long. Two against however many there are…not good odds. I need to time this right and use the right equipment to help them, but make sure not to hurt them. He frowned, suddenly realising something. If these guys are as good as I've been told, then a distraction is all they need to gain the upper hand and kill these guys. He nodded, already mapping out a quick plan in his head. A distraction….that's something I can do.
Logan raised his weapon, scanning the battlefield for objects that he could get to explode without hurting the Ghosts, but maybe a few of the Feds. He spotted a small gas tank just to the left of the group, in such a position that it wouldn't hurt the Ghosts yet probably burn a few of the closer ones. He spotted another one on the other side, just a little closer than the other small tank. The first one's great, but the second one….it could be a bit risky. He thought about it for a long moment, watching as the leader demanded where he was, and as Kick spat out a similar remark to what Hesh said. It's a risk I'm going to have to take if I'm to save their lives.
Logan aimed his gun at the one on the left, dimly aware of the gun pressing against Kick's forehead. Do it now! He let out a short burst from the Ak-12, not waiting to see the thing explode as he aimed at the other and let out another short burst, both tries hitting their mark, and all in a second.
He watched the Fed's reactions, about six of them burning alive with more than a dozen of the others getting knocked off their feet. He watched Kick grab the leader around the neck and snap it before ripping the gun off of the dead man's hands and shooting the recovering soldiers. What are you waiting for? Get in there and help him before he gets overwhelmed!
Logan used an arm to propel himself over the fallen log before sprinting towards the fight, aiming his weapon at the man behind Kick.
Bang! It slammed straight into the Feds chest, sending him down. He went to shoot another, and when he pressed the trigger he felt his luck run out.
The mag was empty.
He didn't wait to reload the thing, chucking it away before grabbing his knife and P226 and shooting just to keep them down and away from both the fallen Ghost and Kick, who was in a struggle with another guy on the floor.
As he got closer, he continued to shoot the men, now with only a dozen left 100m away, half of them already trying to reach cover. Logan shot two of them before they reached it, and when he realised he had to reload, he was forced to skid into the grass, reloading fast under the pressure of saving him from capture and the Ghosts from certain death.
Logan rose to a crouch, trying to find what was going on now that everything was a little….quiet, despite having heard the loud cracks of bullets moments before.
What the….
Logan rose to his feet only to find Kick being held tightly to a boarder and stronger man's chest, the guy holding a gun to his head.
Four Feds had their guns on him, but the other one had it on Hesh's.
Shit. He thought. Checkmate. The word entered his thoughts without meaning, and he felt his eyebrows go up in confusion. What the hell was that? I'm thinking about my luck running out, not some game of chess!
He focused back on the situation at hand, frowning. God damn it, they've got me good….real good. It's either save myself or save people I barely recognise. He let his pistol rise, aware of the four men with their guns on him. Save myself or them. Me or them. The moment when he nearly shot Merrick came to him, and he immediately realised he was thinking along the same lines he had thought of thirty minutes before. I saved him from death….why can't I do the same for these guys?
Because if you shoot at either guy holding one of them, you and the other Ghost will die. His inner voice told him sternly, and he realised it was right.
There's no way out of this one.
He reluctantly lowered his P226, holding up his hands and chucking the knife to the side, far enough so it wouldn't seem a threat, but close enough so that when the time came he could grab it quickly.
Game over. This wasn't a game, but he knew it was true. The escape was over; he had failed.
But it didn't mean he was going to go down without a fight, especially with the Ghosts still here. If anything, they should escape, and for some reason, he felt inclined to do just that – to try and save them with all of his might. I may not know what this feeling means, but I know this feeling is right: I need to get these guys away from them, and fast. For if anymore come, we're screwed.
The four men rushed over to him, two standing back with their guns drawn as the other two ripped the gun out of his hands and grabbed him by the arms, one of them hitting him in the head with the butt of their Bulldog so hard he blacked out for a moment, for he was beside Kick when he came to.
Logan could feel the blow above the same eye where Hesh had hit him, causing the wound that had stopped bleeding to bleed again.
Whoever did that is going to pay, and because I don't know who did it, I'm going to make you all pay. He thought darkly, glaring at the whole lot of them, all the while checking who was around him.
They were all still in the open with Hesh still on the ground, a gun still pressed to his head. He and Kick were beside each other, on their knees, hands tied behind their back with a gun to their heads. The man that had had Kick at his mercy paced in front of them, smirking when he saw him awake.
And the interrogation begins. He thought bitterly, gritting his teeth as the pain from his shoulder and throbbing head came back to him.
"What are you doing with these guys, kid? Aren't you on our side?" He asked him, halting in his pacing to stare at him.
I'm trying to get away, you dickhead. And no, I'm just the guy shooting at your guys because I think it is fun.
"What do you think? I thought one of you would have recognised me by now, you idiots." He got a punch in the face for that last comment, his jaw throbbing.
One of the free guards spoke up. "Sir, he's the guy Rorke wanted back. The guy that he's been keeping in The Pit for about a year until last month." The guard nodded at him, showing who he was talking about, even though there was no need for it.
Recognition flared in the leaders eyes, a small smirk rising on his lips.
"Ah, that guy he brought back? That guy that went hands on by the end of his imprisonment? The one that broke two guys arms before he was let into the force? What was his name….Logan?" Logan gave him a look, unsure where he was going with this. "Yes, that's right. His name was Logan. The kid that we've got right here." He poked him in the stomach with his gun, making him tense. "Did you know Rorke was asking for you to be brought back alive? Well, he did, and he didn't specify what condition he wanted you in. I guess I'll have some fun with you then."
Logan realised this man was a psycho right as he said the last few words, almost like he was talking to himself – which he was certain the madman was.
The first punch that got him in the face came fast, hitting him hard. He wasn't expecting it, so it hurt like a bitch, especially when he knew the guy had packed in a lot of punch – meaning most of his strong build was being used to hurt him….unnecessarily hurt him.
God….this guy is a psycho. He thought, doubling over when the guy kicked him in the ribs, noting how the other Feds didn't get involved. Probably too scared to help me out….or they think I deserve it – who knows? Another punch to the face made him spit out blood, coughing as another kick got him in the ribs.
"From the months of torture you had, this should be nothing," The crazed man taunted. "You shouldn't even be flinching." Another kick to the ribs and he felt the pain triple, making him actually cry out.
The man had broken one of his ribs. Oh, and was he going to pay!
Hatred flew up into his bones, and everything just seemed to fill with iron, adrenaline filling his body with such anger that nothing could have stopped it.
And just like that, the pain went away.
Then again, so did the wall that had had him chained there, scared for the Ghosts lives.
He reacted just as another fist hit its mark, snarling like an animal and pushing his bound hands up, grabbing the guard's hands and flipping him over his head, the bullet that rung through the clearing missing him by an inch.
But he didn't feel the relief. He didn't feel the pain of his left shoulder popping out of place from the action. He didn't feel any pain as he ripped off his restraints or as he grabbed two guns off the floor. He didn't feel any remorse as he shot the guy holding Kick in the chest, and the one holding Hesh in the head. He didn't feel anything as he rose to his feet and shot the guy that had hurt him again and again and again. He watched the blood fly out of his head, the shock in his eyes as they dulled, and the smirk that changed into one of horror as his limp body fell to the floor. He didn't do anything, he just stood there, trying to fall away from his crazed state and find a path to his other one.
For this one….it was only one of the things Rorke had created in that pit. A creature so dark and twisted that no one deserved to be seen around it.
For in the end, he would just kill the people when he had an episode, just like this one.
Logan took deep breaths, trying to make the darkness lose its grasp on him, just to try and raise that solid wall that he hadn't crossed since the day Rorke created it.
Since the day Logan Walker truly cracked under the pressure. Since the day Rorke had gotten into his mind.
Since the day the ex-Ghost had created this monster.
A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present, and acting on reflex he grabbed it and twisted it, trying to figure out how long he had been standing there for.
"Logan!" A voice to his right brought his attention, and he realised Hesh was the one he was holding in a wrist-breaking position.
He let go of the once unconscious man' wrist, stumbling backwards, his breathing quickening. Shit…Oh god….What have I done…?
He stared at the crazed man's body, three bullets in the centre of his skull with the other three in his heart.
Oh god….
Logan turned slowly towards the Ghosts, seeing the concerned looks. "I…I'm sorry you had to see that, Kick. I…." He shook his head, meaning to say more when an agonising pain made itself known in his stomach, head, and left arm.
Oh…Shit…. He thought slowly, feeling slightly light-headed through the pain. I'm going to faint….
Hesh must have seen him about to fall, for he was behind him in an instant, catching him before he hit the floor.
"What happened to him?" The worried man demanded, lying him on the floor.
Kick looked around before giving him the information he needed. "The guy over there broke his rib. After that Logan just went…." Logan almost missed when Kick shook his head, trying to keep himself from crying out from the pain. "I don't even know what to call it. He went all out, and by the looks of things, dislocated his shoulder and broke his wrist in the process. Hesh…I'll explain it later, for we have to get out of here before more Feds come along."
He's right, he thought through the haze of pain. We need to get out of here.
He must have said it out loud, for Hesh and Kick were staring at him.
"Logan…this is going to hurt," Hesh told him, arms coming underneath him. "Let's move!" He told Kick before picking him up, Logan letting out a gasp as the pain intensified as Hesh began to run.
All coordination of up, down, left and right left him as Hesh ran and jumped over the log and into the forest.
Fall asleep; fall asleep; fall asleep…. His thoughts were just screaming at him to just faint and be able to rid himself of this pain that felt like it was killing him.
Logan felt agony race through his bones once again, dizziness making his vision go dark.
Yes…Please…
His vision continued to deteriorate until he felt his eyes close, feeling his consciousness begin to slip.
Please…
When he finally entered the dream world, he found something that he hadn't felt in a long time.
Freedom.
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David "Hesh" Walker
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~Time Passed: 1 Minute~
David felt like he had just lost a piece of the puzzle he had just completed. He felt empty and sad; broken and angry – and it was all Rorke's fault.
He had killed his dad in front of them. He had taken Logan away. He had caused his brother to lose his memories of him….of everyone….
And oh, did that hurt him.
He and the team had been searching for months – just searching for him. When that failed, they went to work on places that could have information on where he was, and found a facility only a week later. When they found it, they put out the plan, consisting of getting all the information about prisoners. They infiltrated a week later, pulling it off successfully.
What they found wasn't reassuring.
What they had collected wasn't just information about Logan, but information about two other STALKERS called 'Torch' and 'Grim'. Their real names he didn't know, for Logan was the only one he cared about.
For he hadn't seen him in six months, and he could only imagine what he was going through.
He went over the information provided, the few documents on their prisoners showing images and something about 'The Pit', something he knew very well.
Elias had said something about that. Something about Rorke getting that exact treatment to brainwash him and turn him against his farther and the remaining Ghosts – which now, unfortunately, meant him and his brother. The Pit was told to twist minds and break them with multiple rounds of torture and the isolation from the rest of the world. It was told to turn them into someone else….something else.
And really, that still held to its name.
For the man in his arms had done that exact thing only a few minutes before. To if it was true, he didn't know. But if Kick had said so and Logan had said sorry….then who was he to not believe it?
When he found out that they were doing that, he started freaking out. That was his brother – his baby brother they were harming! He couldn't let that go on!
So, with that and a new determination in mind, he had gotten to work and read the rest of the files concerning his brother.
What he'd found was surprizing, even to Merrick.
It contained reports on what Logan was doing, and from what he'd seen from pictures, videos and a report of the first three months scared the shit out of him.
For one, he'd been writing words on the wall in his own blood. That in itself suggested someone on the verge of craziness, and that hadn't reassured him on the turning. On another fact, it had reports of what he knew.
And from that information he knew it wasn't good.
It listed the questions that were asked in interrogations, and as the months went on it seemed to get harder and harder to answer them, for the hesitation in the videos showed that it wasn't good. Then, in the middle of the seventh month, the first question couldn't be answered.
His name.
Logan couldn't remember what his full name was.
And all Hesh could feel was his hate for Rorke grow stronger.
After the reports, pictures and videos had been watched, observed and read, Hesh had been on the verge of tears.
But he didn't let them go. He didn't let that one moment of weakness turn into an hour.
For he was a solider, and he had a job to do.
Merrick had gone through them after him, and he had found the one important thing he had missed.
A location on where he might be.
A jungle out in No Man's Land.
It held a lot abandoned buildings and trenches full of the bodies of the dead, but if he looked closer – and he definitely had – than he could see some sort of shadow of a person.
A person with a gun.
That had sold it for the Ghosts, and they had gone over to investigate a week later.
He and Kick had found someone deep within the facility, with Merrick and Keegan finding another. When these injured and seemingly tortured men were taken back with them, they found out who they were.
The other two missing Ghosts: Torch and Grim.
Torch was severely injured, having his eyesight rendered blind and unable to talk like he used to. Grim had lost his sense of hearing, now unable to hear footsteps if on the battlefield.
Both accepted their fate without any questions – leave the force and settle down for a while.
And that they did.
They hadn't been there just for an extraction, either. They had found information containing another base in another jungle, somewhere around Asia.
They went there for information two weeks later, only to find it to be a trap. They had tried to fight their way out, but when they did Merrick was caught and taken prisoner. It was terrible for them, and they couldn't work without their leader.
But to his and Kick's surprize, Keegan was calm.
For he had put a tracker on all of us, even him, just in case they were captured.
That just proved that he was as sneaky as they thought he was.
They followed it for a while, and couldn't make their move for a month because of all of the Federation around – their aircrafts and vehicles were everywhere!
They finally found their opening in a facility in the Amazon Jungle, where they planned to extract him before they hurt him anymore than they already had.
But they got more than they bargained for. For the moment the tracker was in range of their ear-pieces, they got a part of the talk.
And Logan was mentioned, as well as Merrick.
And with all of them getting into the facility and shutting down the lights, they found Merrick and set to work on Logan.
And here they were, racing to the extraction point with someone they had been looking for just over a year.
Logan Walker, his baby brother.
And that made him excited and raring to get into the chopper and flee this place before Rorke got anymore Feds on them.
Hesh and Kick raced through the undergrowth, hearing the sound of bullets and people shouting in the distance, which only made them run faster.
"Hesh, this is command. You there?" Keegan's voice came over the com, and he answered it without a problem.
"Yep, we've got Logan and are on our way to the extraction point. We're almost there." He answered with a gruff voice, starting to pant at the strain of sprinting and carrying Logan in his arms.
He hadn't noticed until now how he had decided to carry him bridal style, and even though it made him feel slightly embarrassed, he made sure he had reasons.
If I carried him normally, I'm sure he would have damaged his ribs way more than like this. And I've got Kick to help me if things go south. I can always put him down if shit hits the fan, too. There's always that option.
"Good," Keegan's voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Merrick and I just arrived. Be sure to be quick, though. There are a lot of Feds out here."
"Copy that. Be there in a minute." Kick answered for him, noticing his struggle to carry the now sleeping Logan and answer at the same time.
A few moments passed before Merrick's voice came through the com. "You guys alright? I heard some commotion back there."
Again, Kick answered. "Yeah, we're fine. I wouldn't say the same for Logan, though." Kick didn't elaborate, much to his relief.
This conversation could be done later, when they weren't trying to get to the extraction point as fast as they could go.
Merrick must have sensed their hidden meaning, for he didn't press.
I wonder how Merrick's doing. Keegan said so earlier, but….I need to know for myself. With that in mind, he made the struggle to ask his question.
"How are you, Merrick? From what Keegan told me, you seemed fine but…." Merrick finished his sentence before he could continue.
"You want to know yourself." Merrick's understanding voice came through his com, and he could only wonder what this man was capable of.
Sometimes, he just knows what you're going to say before you say it, He thought. It's fascinating.
"I'm fine, Hesh. Got beaten a few times, and nearly died, but that's the life of a Ghost. Always taking risks….but not so they seem reckless." He felt the last sentence be directed at him, and he immediately clenched his jaw, angry at himself.
It was true. He had been angry and reckless after Rorke took Logan. So much that they had to take him off duty for a month to try and keep him safe – just to calm down and realise it wasn't the end. Then he could do more and he could find his brother and save him from Rorke's clutches. Even if he did end up drinking and throwing beer bottles at the rest of the team when he was drunk and angry, it started to get better as the month went by.
And it was all because he was starting to figure out why he needed to stay strong, not become some weak piss that was just drinking and becoming the deadweight of the team.
And that reason was for Logan. For the team, even. Everyone he cared about, everyone he knew…he was just letting them down.
When he figured that out, he got better, doing research on his whereabouts and other information on where he could be keeping him.
And that was the start of the new and improved Hesh Walker – well….that's what his dad would have said if he was here….
A pang of sadness entered his heart, and he immediately felt himself tense, before taking himself back to Earth, taking a deep breath.
Not now. I need to take control of this situation. I can't go around having flashbacks now, can I? I have a job to do.
Hesh, taking another deep breath, answered. "I know….I….I just…." He stopped his answer, finding the extraction point on his tracker. "We're here."
He and Kick exited the trees, finding a clearing where a helicopter was waiting, Merrick and Keegan waiting by the door. When the two saw them, Merrick opened the door while Keegan walked over, planning to check Logan over.
"How is he?" The mysterious man asked, walking with him.
Hesh looked down at his brother, watching him breathe. "Don't know. You tell me. If having a few broken bones is good, please tell me."
He knew it wasn't the best time for jokes, but he didn't care.
They all needed a pick-me-up after finding out Logan didn't remember them.
Kick's hand was on Keegan's shoulder before he could do anything.
"This can wait. We need to get out of here. When we're in the Heli we can do what we can."
Without a word, they both nodded, knowing it was for the best.
"Got it. Let's get this thing up in the air."
All three of them jogged over to the floor to where Merrick was waiting, the Heli starting to get ready for flight.
Merrick nodded at them, though Hesh didn't acknowledge him as he ran into the Helicopter, placing Logan on the seat beside him.
He just stared at him, only vaguely noticing Merrick getting into the front and Kick and Keegan getting into the middle with him.
God, Logan. You've scared the shit out of me. You've also done a few things that have creeped me out, and things that just aren't exactly….you. Sure, it's got a bit of you in it, but….there's something about the tone of voice that makes you seem off. I don't know….you are you, Logan. But I can't help notice how even in the light, your eyes seemed to show off all of the things you've been through. And all I can see is a spark of light in the darkness instead of all light. Now all I need to find is what's causing that light, and help you make it expel the darkness that's dragged you down.
"Kick, Hesh….What happened back there?" Merrick's voice broke him out of his thoughts, only just realising that Keegan was checking on Logan. "You were telling us what had and was happening, then….you just stopped." The older man asked, seeming to frown, even if he was in the front with the pilot, who had already gotten them above the forest and moving forward, starting to make their way out of enemy territory.
"Well…After we defeated all of the men outside, Logan ran over to the cover in the forest, and we decided that after we talked to you, we would make our way over to him." Hesh shook his head, remembering his brother's words. "He told us not to stay out there too long, and we did exactly that. We got cornered, and when they asked me a question, I made a snaky remark and was out of the match," He pointed at the small patch of dry blood on his temple, snorting. "That's what they gave me – and before you ask, yes, I was knocked out by my loyalty to my brother."
Kick was on the case in a flash, not waiting for their leader to ask him to continue.
"After that, the guy asked me the same question. When I answered, the guy said he only needed one of us, and put a gun to my head. Then two explosions came off to my right and left, and then I was snapping the guys neck and then in a struggle with another guy, this one stronger and bigger than the other guy. I noticed Logan shooting at the other guys with a pistol, and when I did the guy took me down and…heh, had me at his mercy." Kick shook his head, a stupid smile on his face. "After that, I saw Logan going to shoot, before thinking better of it and not doing it. He was taken down, and soon we were both at the Feds mercy."
Kick shook his head, his smirk turning into an angry frown.
"The guy started to ask him a question, and Logan actually seemed like Logan for a second, making a stupid comment just like his brother did." Kick was forced to stop at Hesh's protest, but continued soon after. "Then the guy started to say some things that made both of us uncomfortable. When he was done, I think both of us realised he was crazy. Then he started beating Logan. He broke his rib then, and that was when Logan….lost it." Kick stopped, shaking his head.
He didn't continue, seeming to need a little push.
"What do you mean, he 'lost it', Kick?" This time it was Keegan, looking up from his examination of his brother to put his intimidating stare on Kick.
Kick shook his head again, eyebrows up in slight confusion.
"I…He….He just…lost it. When he got punched in the face again, he snarled and he….I don't even know how he didn't feel it, but he rotated his bound hands all the way around and grabbed the hands of the man that was behind him and flipped him over him. He then grabbed two guns and shot the guy on me and another guy – the guy that must have been on you, Hesh. Then he shot the guy that hurt him six times – all in fatal positions. I took care of the rest of the guards and woke Hesh up, all while he just stood there, obviously trying to calm down."
Hesh took this as his chance to get in there.
"When he went to get him, he nearly broke my wrist. When he realised it was just me, he stumbled back. After saying he was sorry to Kick, I caught him just as he was about to fall over. We checked him over, and with a quick agreement we decided to get him checked up when we were safe. And here we are."
A moment of silence came upon the group of escapees.
"So, you got caught, Logan saved you and got pretty hurt in the process, and you guys made it here with minimal injury." Merrick summarised, nodding to himself.
"…Yeah, basically." Kick answered sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck by their leaders implied meaning.
'You don't have to tell me the whole thing. Just the basics.'
Well, it looks like they got carried away…again.
"Well, it's good you got here when you did, because I got to see how he was before any more damage was done. He's got a dislocated shoulder, broken rib, and it seems his arm hasn't healed properly." Keegan stated calmly. "I'll deal with his shoulder when we get on the plane."
He frowned, wondering why he hadn't stated the wrist.
"What about his wrist?" He asked. "Kick said he'd fractured it from how swollen up it is." It was true, Logan's wrist looked so swollen that it looked twice its size.
Keegan shook his head. "No, it's just swollen from how many times he's been injured there. A lot of cuts and bruises on that particular wrist." Keegan frowned. "Not sure why it isn't as bad on the other one, though."
Hesh frowned. That's odd. If anything, it should be close to how injured the other one is.
"Well, we should just hope for the best. We need to get back to base and help him remember. Once we do that we'll take down Rorke. Don't worry, Hesh. We'll make him pay for everything he's done." Merrick promised as the team went into a comfortable silence.
I want to kill that son of a bitch for what he did to my brother. Hesh thought darkly. I will make him pay, with or without you, Merrick. He hurt my brother and killed my farther. No one wants to hurt him more than I do.
Hesh looked over to his brother again, a sad frown coming across his face.
But first, I have to help you, Logan. First, I have to help you regain your memories.
Then we will take down Rorke once and for all – just like we promised.
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Whoa! Longest chapter ever! Wonder if I'll do a 7,000 chappie sometime...
So, we got to see the dark side to Logan, which I think is a reasonable side effect to The Pit.
We also got to see Hesh's side of the argument and just how much he cared for his brother. Sorry if i didn't make it affectionate enough - I will improve.
Thanks for reading, guys! I love just how much people are enjoying this book!