Okay ^_^ Sorry that took so long. I've been kinda...laaazzyyyy.

Hesh: Didn't bother me. I could use a break anyways.

Logan: :3 Not me. I like ACTION.

Hesh: *whispering under breath* I'll show you action.

Logan: O.O WAT

Hesh: Nooothing ;D

Avenir: Omg YAOI TIME!

Hesh: Wait... now? D:

Avenir: *sigh* Why would I tell you?

Hesh: ...Cuz you love me.

Avenir: True. But I also love Logan. Therefore I shall not tell you.

Hesh: -_- That makes no sense at all.

Logan: *W* Hehehe

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN COD: GHOSTS... *yet* ;D


Logan's POV:

It's been two months since we left that rapaciously unrelenting jungle. Two months since I've had a decent meal. Two months that I've spent in the penetrating coldness and in complete solitary...Two months since I've seen Hesh... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he's even alive. Fuck, I don't even know where I am.

I've had hardly any kind of sustained interaction with another living being. (Not counting the occasional spider that crawls across the floor). No one's said anything to me, only to keep my mouth shut, which in not necessarily a hard thing for me to do. The only thing I do know conclusivly is that there's no way out of this. I'm being held captive in some sort of high-tech federation prison. Possibly without my brother. Totally alone.

My 'home' at the present moment is nothing but a cramped cell, only about 10 feet across. The harsh smell of chemicals along with the musty pungency of the air burns my nose and throat, causing me to cough uncontrollably.

It's all an undistinguished white. Everything in this damn room is white. The steel walls, the steel floors, and even the steel 'mattresses' are white. Hell, even my clothes are a blinding white color... I hate the color white.

I haven't slept in a few days. Rampant thoughts of my brother run through my head. And the discomfort of the bed leaves my body aching. The exhaustion is starting to take it's toll. I can hardly stand, and my head throbs constantly. It all merges together into one dull, treacherous pain. I've lost my concept of time. Everything just goes by so slowly.

I was sitting contently on the edge of the bed when a large cluster of 12 or so fully-armed Feds soldiers opened up the door separating me from my freedom. Of course I wanted to run out that door. But if I tried, my body would be mutilated by bullets before I took my first step. They walked in silently, roughly grabbing my hair and placing a heavy pair of (white) handcuffs on my wrists. I didn't look up at the men. I didn't want to see the pleased smirks on their faces as they treated me as a slave. But I am. I am their slave.

They guided me down a long maze of hallways and rooms, glaring suspiciously at me with their spiteful eyes. I kept my eyes pinned on the ground until they forcefully pushed me into a huge complex, filled to the brim with computers and soldiers. The walls are silver, much to my relief. The lights gave off a suprisingly dim glow, but with the numerous amount of glowing computer screens, you could hardly tell. But the most intimdating thing about this place was the sheer volume of soldiers. I'm guessing my odds are around 1 to 250. One Ghost, 250 Feds.

They all turned to stare at me as I painfully walked down the stairs. My legs ached and my feet felt helplessly anchored to the tile flooring. Once at the bottom, standing in from of me menacingly, I met Roberto Luis, who smirked heinously at me.

"Why hello, my dear Logan. Enjoying the visit?" He chuckled dryly, his eyes full of spite. I didn't respond, only meeting his gaze with an equally obscene hatred.

"What's the matter? You seem kinda tense." He hissed slyly. Again, I only stared. I couldn't speak. I knew too well my voice would come out shattered and broken. The voice of a terrified child.

"Ah yes. You must be woundering about your brother... Let's just say he wasn't as blissfully cooperative as you. He recieved SPECIAL treatment." He laughed, revealing his decayed and yellow teeth. It took me a second to register his spanish accent. But as soon I did, my fearless facade fell apart as my face filled with an expression of horror.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't form any words. My throat felt too raw and dry. My head spun, and my heart skipped a few beats.

He instantly noticed the look of revolting anguish in my eyes and laughed surfeitingly once more.

"Okay." He sighed. "Bring the other."

You can probably imagine my surprise when he expeditiously removed the suffocating handcuffs binding my wrists together. Well, then again he probably knew that I wouldn't try to escape.

Thats when even more guards entered the room. In their grips was my brother. He didn't look up, just as I had done. They broke him too... He was bruised and bloody. His eye was black and his lip was split and bleeding. His hands were free, but had the blistered imprints of recent restraints. He looked substantially thinner and cuts traced his arms and neck. There were obvious burn marks littering his body.

The sight of him felt like a stab in the gut. I almost doubled over, if it wasn't for the nearby Feds. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to fall. I turned to face Roberto. The smile on his face was disgusting. The damn bastard was taking pleasure from my brothers pain.

I felt the frantic urge to punch Roberto...So I did. I raised my fist and slammed it into his jaw as hard as I possibly could. The wave of energy from the blow traveled up my wrist and to my shoulder, which dislocated immediantly. Roberto's face snapped backwards, and the look of pure pain filled his eyes. I felt the impact of the butt of a gun smack painfully into the back of my head. Before I knew it, two federation soldiers pinned my to the ground and repeatedly punched my body. Their fists connected with such force that I was surprised they hadn't broken a rib or crushed my lungs.

I tasted blood as my vision darkened. The pain was excrutiatingly tormenting. It felt as if my bones were shattering and piercing my other organs.

A bullet screamed through the air, slamming itself into the skulls of the soldiers on top of me. Blood seeped onto my once white clothes, as pain traced my body. What the fuck? When I looked up, Roberto was holding a small pistol with a displeased look on his face and a bruised jaw.

"Sorry boys, but I need him alive." He sighed, bending down to the dead Fed's. He held his hand out to me, but I didn't accept and stood up unassisted as Roberto simply rolled his eyes.

That's when I felt a large object press itself into my back.

I turned around, and froze when I saw my brother staring back at me with his green eyes, filled with concern. Without saying a word, he pressed his body against mine and wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my face into his chest, and felt the blood seeping down my face. I was warm for the first time in what felt like forever. I felt him entangle his bloody hands in my hair, gently caressing my entire body. Everything just stopped as I was reunited with my brother.

"Hey baby brother." He whimpered with a loving smile on his face. I looked up at him, and watched as he lowered his head to kiss me gently on my forehead.

"Okay, that's enough!" Growled Roberto, grabbing my shoulder, pulling me away.

"Follow me. Time for buisness." He demanded. So the two of us obeyed. I intertwined my hand with his as he smiled warmly. We followed Roberto, hand-in-hand until we reached a huge projector screen located in the very back of the communications room.

My jaw dropped when I instantly acknowledged what was on the screen. Plastered on the surface were the impatient faces of Merrick, Kick, Keegan and... Dad.

"You promised me my boys a month ago, Luis!" Hissed my father taking little interest into the fact that I was holding hands with Hesh.

"Ah yes. But we ran into some... altercations." He mumbled, his eyes glancing back at Hesh.

Keegan's eyes darkened as a scowl formed across his lips. "What the fuck do you mean?"

Roberto sighed annoyedly as he placed a rough hand on my brother's shoulder. "I mean that this one here wouldn't... collaborate with us."

That's when dad and the others absorbed Hesh's and I's condition. Their faces formed absolute horror and revulsion as Keegan left, seething with pure hatred.

"We had a fucking deal, you motherfucking bastard!" Screamed dad, the malevolence quite obvious in his eyes.

That's when I finally spoke. "Wait... what 'deal'?"

Everyone's eyes widened at the sound of my voice. That's when I remembered I haven't spoke in front of dad in years.

"Logan... my son..." He mumbled, astonished.

"Dad. What. Deal?" I repeated.

"We told Mr. Luis that we would trade you two for a group of 10 Feds we seized from a raid a few years back." His eyes lowered as he spoke, looking somewhat ashamed.

Now it was Hesh's turn to get angry. "Dad! We do not negotiate with terrorists! That's part of the fucking code!" He growled, as his grip on my hand tightened.

"I know boys. But when it comes to you too, we have to break the rules from time to time. I'm sorry. It's a done deal." Dad sighed, as Hesh's face drained of color.

"...When is it taking place?" Sighed my brother, shaking his head slowly.

"Tomorrow. Supposedly" He answered.

Roberto once again appeared beside Hesh and I as he slapped restraints back onto our wrists, forcing us apart.

He turned off the screen, and motioned to the guards. He bent down until he was staring me directly in the eyes.

"We leave. Now."


Hesh: Ugh. Took ya long enough.

Avenir: D: I know this chapter took me forever.

Hesh: Yeah -_- I realized that.

Logan: *applies lipstick* I'm reeeaaaadyyyyyy.

Hesh: WTF?! *dies*

Logan: Well shit...

Avenir: Well, you could use CPR. Better yet, use mouth-to-mouth.

Logan: Kay :3 *kisses Hesh*

Hesh: *screams, running away* Where's the listerine, Dammit?!

Avenir: Lol XD Thanks for reading this chapter! Reviews are much appriciated. (Remember, cookies for all!)