Roach sighed. It was going to be a very long night.
Roach was starting to get tired from all the walking and struggling he had been doing.
"No, I will not go to sleep," he said to himself. It would be so much easier to stay awake if he wasn't tied up. Then he could move around, look for an exit, and get his blood pumping. Roach's eyes were starting to close against his will.
"Maybe… just… rest…" then Roach was out.
It was hours later when Roach woke up again. He didn't recognize where he was. He pulled against the bonds that were holding him in place, but they wouldn't give.
"Where the hell am I?" Roach asked out loud to himself.
"Hello American," Roach heard a Russian accented voice greet him.
"Great… Just what I need…"
"Nice to see you finally awake," the Russian said coming into the room. Roach didn't like the fact that he was wearing a lab coat.
"Yeah, it be even nicer if I wasn't here," Roach said. He noticed he was lying on a table. He looked down and noticed an absence of his shirt and gear.
"Where is my stuff?" Roach asked.
"Do not worry about your things. They are safe," the Russian replied.
"So what am I doing in here?" Roach asked. He had started looking around. This place looked like an operating room.
"You are here because you have information. Information that I want," the Russian said.
"How many times do I have to tell you people? I'm not going to tell you anything," Roach growled.
Roach knew he wasn't really in a position to threaten the man, but he was really thinking about it.
The Russian's face turned up into a smirk.
"I thought you would say that, but I have ways to make you talk," he said as he twirled a knife around in his hand. He laid the sharp blade against Roach's chest.
"I can end it all right here. Or you can cooperate and I will not hurt you."
Roach just growled.
The Russian placed more pressure on the knife until it broke the skin. Roach bit his lip.
"Are you going to cooperate?"
Roach shook his head. He was going to stay loyal to his team to the end.
The Russian slashed the knife across Roach's chest. Roach had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. That was no normal knife. Roach could tell that the Russian had coated it with something before he came in. It burned like the seven levels of hell.
"I know how much it stings, and I can make it stop. Just tell me what I want to know, and I will let you go back to your friends. I have them here. Only you can determine how much they will suffer," the Russian said with a smirk.
"You're lying," Roach growled. There was no way MacTavish and the rest of them could have gotten captured. They were too good.
The Russian walked over to a big window in the wall and flipped a switch. In the other room, were MacTavish and Ghost. They were on a table like Roach, but theirs were upright. They were tied but the wrists and ankles, and they didn't have their gear either. Their bodies were bruised and bloody.
"What the hell did you do to them?" Roach shouted trying to get out of his bonds.
"Same thing that will happen to you if you do not give me answers.
"Let them go. You're not going to get anything out of me!" Roach shouted. He tried to aim a kick at the Russian, but he could get his leg far enough.
The Russian started laughing, and slashed Roach's chest again with the knife. Roach started cursing.
"What do you want from me?" Roach choked out.
"Who do you work for?" the Russian asked getting into Roach's face. Roach was getting a little tired of people getting in his face.
"I already told your friend, I work for that guy," Roach said pointing at MacTavish.
The Russian rolled his eyes. "I see you want to make this hard. I have been patient up to now. But you seem determined to test it. I will not keep playing games with you. Give me information I want, or you and your friends will die," the Russian growled out. He was getting pissed. Not even starvation was seeming to break this man.
"You can do whatever you want to me. I am NOT going to betray my team," Roach said. He spit in the Russian's face.
"Have it your way then," the Russian said angrily as he wiped the spit off of his face and impaled Roach's leg with his knife.
