"We are going to try a blitz attack, they don't have many mobile suits and they only have the one Flag on them so it should be relatively easy to get Setsuna out of there. If my theory is correct they will also be holding the conservative political leader there as well. Does everyone understand their rolls?" Ms. Sumeragi asked as the battle scenario was played on the main screen. Tieria looked up from the screen he was holding, "Wouldn't it have made more sense for them to move Setsuna to a more secure location if this was all just a rouse to capture a Gundam?"
"It would only if they had already acquired the Gundam as well and seeing as how Exia has not moved, I have reason to believe that they haven't discovered its location from Setsuna yet." Lockon stiffened as he heard those words understanding what they meant. They meant that the kid was holding out as long as he can for help. "Then let's get a move on."
"Alright the mission begins as soon as it gets dark." With that they all left to get ready.

How long had it been? Hours? Days even? How long had the beatings lasted for? Al Saachez and Biggs had begun to take turns supplying Setsuna with endless hours of pain. He could no longer stand and he was certain a few of his ribs had broken. His wound had begun to bleed incessantly since the beating began early that morning and it was starting to get late. Setsuna could feel the temperature drop as the suns warming rays left the sky. Their captors had left them for the night. The old man was again sitting in his corner watching Setsuna closely. "Why don't you just tell them? I don't think you can last another day of that." Without moving Setsuna replied, "You wouldn't understand. I need my Gundam to end war."
"Honorable gesture child, but fighting only begets more fighting." They sat in silence for a while until the sound of a large explosion shook the walls of their makeshift prison. Yelling could be heard on the other side of the door and then more explosions. The old man stood up, "What could that be?"
"Come and untie me old man, I will get us out of here." said Setsuna as he stood up straight. Something was different about the boy now; all the old man could think of was how important it was important to get out of that place to end the conflict between the two warring factions. He stepped over to Setsuna and begun pulling at the knot of ropes holding the boy against the wall. His old hands struggled to loosen the knot and more than once his hands brushed against Setsuna's and he noticed him tense up. He had a feeling a boy his age that survived Krugis must have been a child soldier, but any doubts he had were put to rest as soon as he made contact with him. A great sadness welled up inside the old man. This poor child, he thought. After a few minutes the ropes came loose and Setsuna was free. His body was wracked with pain, but he had to get them out of there. He tried the door, locked. Setsuna took a step back and mentally prepared himself for the pain that would undoubtedly come, and he rammed his shoulder into the door with as much force as he could. He cried out as the door gave way. Spots danced in his vision. One of the mercenaries had been left behind to look after the prisoners. Without hesitating Setsuna leapt at the much larger man grabbing at the knife in the man's belt. The merc shot off his pistol, missing Setsuna's head by a hair's breadth. Setsuna dug the man's blade deep into his chest as flashes of his days as a child soldier passed in front of his eyes. The struggle was short lived, but had exhausted what little strength Setsuna had left. He got up from the floor and motioned for the old man to follow and they took off into the night.