Author's Note: Well, I know this chapter isn't all that long either. It's one of those things I have all mapped out and ready, but just need to get it all out. Which isn't that hard when you've got more free time on your hands, but lately just been working really hard on other things. Plus, I don't want to write this without my full focus and keep it nicely written, and not looking thrown together in two minutes. Aha. So here's chapter 6 and I'm thinking I should probably add warnings to this, it's got torture violence, be prepared!

Warning: Torture, violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Chapter 6: Plan Deception

"Stop! Let's just talk about this..."

"I'm all for talking, Parker. So do you have Kamal yet?" It was obvious in Honcho's tone that he already knew the answer to the question before it even left his lips, but he might as well give them a chance. His tactics of persuasion needed a bit longer before their desperation was to kick in.

Greg bites his lips, "No, we -"

"Then there's nothing to discuss." Honcho sets his middle finger to his thumb ready to snap.

"Wait! We just need more time to arrange transfer-"

"I'm sorry, Sergeant Parker," Honcho voice began to rise with violence that punctuated his words with a harsh demeanor. "I don't believe we are on the same understanding. I am going to continue to torture your colleague until my demands are met. So the longer you drag your feet - only costs your buddy more time to suffer. And don't you damn play games with me. I know how the system works, which is why I will be relentless with my tactics." The pause was stiff. "So, you and your S-R-U team, can continue to watch the video feed to- decide, whether or not I'm a man of my word. I'll call you in 45 minutes, I really don't think he'll handle the next torture for a whole hour." The other line cut out.

Honcho smiles to Staton and Leo to return giving their accommodations to their captive guest. The SRU team must be fuming in distress and it was perfect. This wasn't obviously his first negotiation, most likely not his last either, but he's had his experience with working to get what he wanted.

Staton leans in and whispers eerily into Sam ear. Staton's stare returns, latched onto the captive's back with a look of admiration like he had just created a master piece of crimson on his victim. His hand moving along the lacerations applying an uncomfortable pressure by the looks their captive. Sam's breath hitches with a hiss feeling the sting of a particularly deep over-whipped gash.

As Honcho observes Staton's interaction with their hostage, he becomes nerved in the presence of the psycho. This is what he hired him for, sure, but the pleasure he got from it was creepy to say the least. Personally, the SRU agent was just seen as leverage, a business tool to get what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less.

"C'mon, let's get the entertainment started." Honcho snaps before walking out of the one and only door.

Greg licks his lips anxiously seeing the floor cluttered with the objects that went flying in his rage.

"Guys, we need to work on a plan." Greg makes a clicking sound with his lips and exhales, "And I'm going to be honest with you, there's no way were getting Kamal out to trade. You all know we don't do those negotiations."

"Then Sarge, what do you expect us to do?" Jules frantic undertones are heard as everyone else silently broods in their own nerves.

"We do something I told you never to do. We're going to- improvise with a bit of lying. Of course we'll have to back up that lie, so we need to really work at it in these 45 minutes."

Everyone nods stronger now. Just by hearing the determination in their leader sparked a new life and energy into the team.

"But we need to work fast." Everyone couldn't be more ready as their ears were open and anxious to hear the plan.

Sam watches the subjects bring in some bulk of various equipment. He didn't know what was coming to him next, but right now his mood is deflated, so he could care less. Which was very un-Sam-like, but what else could he wait for? A hope that was surely false? There is no way, not even with Greg, to remove a terrorist prisoner for trade offs. The government would take no excuses, even with this scenario.

His head droops even more looking down at the blood splatter and drops on the floor. Sam's muscles pull painfully tight and his arms wanting nothing more than to be brought back down. He was never a prisoner in the military, so he never actually went through torture like this, but Sam thought he would be stronger than this, easily toughing it out. Guess he was wrong about that.

And what the team saw- god, this is a disaster. Sam caught clump in this throat as his eyes redden.

'No, not now.' He silently clears his throat which receives a look from Staton, who is still preparing the equipment together. Sam pulls his head back in the game and observes the devices. It's some sort of box with a few wires snaking out of it and attached to one was a metal wand with a shiny bronze tip, and a handle.

Sam turns away from it. He's seen this before when he was in training for the military. You know, precautions to take when dealing with these sort of situations. Electric shock torture, no doubt to send high-volts of electricity coursing throughout his body. He grits his teeth, feeling that it's the waiting for it to happen that makes it worse.

Staton rises to his feet turning around and delivering another one of those feral smiles towards Sam. Staton picks up the box bringing it over with him to where Sam hangs useless.

"I have a feeling you already know what this is," he places the metal rod on Sam's stomach, which earns a jump out of Sam, only to realize the power hasn't even been turned on yet. Staton laughs heartily.

"The thing about this baby is it's got a nice voltage on it, but low currents. You may not know a whole ton about this so I'll explain," Staton circles round the backside of Sam until he's at the left side of Sam's ear. "The shocks are painfully sufficient, but in a way it won't kill you, so we'll have a nice prolonged session. That's why this device is so illegal."

Staton squats next to the box, adjusting some of the switches until a buzzing ring vibrates through the room. He rises slow with the rod firmly in his hand.

"Now, let's be sure to give your pals the good entertainment they're all waiting to see," and without warning the lit rod jabbed into Sam's bloody back.

Sam's head tosses back with his teeth clenched tight, but still eliciting a loud agonizing yell from the burning sensation on his back. His body is rigid, tight and convulsing as all the electric sparks that travel up to his head and down to his toes. The minute the rod is pulled away, his body goes limp, but still shaking with the current left within his body.

Another scream tore out from Sam's ragged throat as he rod grinds into his open wounds. A burning shock everywhere in his body, boiling his blood, and furiously shaking through his arms and legs. And Staton just holds it there, calm and cool like a spring breeze with no care in the world.

After what seems like eons, the rod pulls back, letting Sam's body fall completely lax. His head even leaning against his dislocated shoulder, but no energy to move it.

And from there, it only continued. Five minutes down and just another forty more to go.

Greg glares at each one of his team, and receives a nod of understanding in return. The plan was set and nothing was going to stop them from getting Sam back.

"By the next phone call, we need to be completely ready. We don't need him suspicious of any time delays. So, Spike, get ready. Eddie, brief team two when they arrive. We need to do this right." Greg turns back to face the screen, reading their next move. They weren't giving a full hour and he wanted to know why.

But he wasn't expecting to see the box and his stomach drops down to his feet. He senses Jules just behind him do the same. They all have seen this equipment before and the effects were terrifying if you thought about it. The experience might as well feel like you'd been engulfed in the flames of hell. Hadn't Sam been through enough?

Jules clasps her hands tightly together with her lips pressed just as firm against her white knuckles.

The loud buzzing brought their attention back and it told them the subjects were ready to move. Right now, Greg, Jules, and Wordy stood staring wordlessly into the screen. They would get these sorry son of a bitches and make them pay for it all. Greg couldn't wait to slap those cuffs on them and not read them any rights, because why should they have rights after all this?

The rod struck Sam and his form arched tight. His hands clenching so tightly and legs glued together so tightly. The scream that ejected it's way to the video camera is just unbearable.

When the screaming stops, Jules could still barely breath herself. She looks at Sam's trembling form hanging there and she can't suppress her own trembles. All the jumbled thoughts run through her mind faster than the electric current. 'No, no...no, not Sam. Why you? I love you, Sam, just please...'

Her mind stopped. Slammed into a wall she couldn't go past. She loved Sam, always had. The way he came on so strong when they first met, the way he smiles at her, the way he's so protective, the way he held her, the way he- kissed her. He just meant to so much to her, and not just her, but the whole entire team. Everyone meant so incredibly much to her, but Sam she loves in a different way.

More screams tore through the monitor. And she just breaks.

"I'm sorry, Sarge," She escapes through the door leaving the broken screams of the one she loves behind. She'd be back, but not before she prepared for what she had to do. No more tears streak down her face, because now, she is determined more than ever to throw back what these perps deserved. Nothing is going to stop her from protecting the one she loves.

A/N: So not much, but surely coming along. Those who read, I would unconditionally love your reviews. Thanks!