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Wordy

Wordy, Ed and Greg all sat around the table in the briefing room. As the oldest members and leaders of Team One, it was their job to keep the team focused on the job no matter what was going on. However, Sam had now been missing for three weeks and they had yet to receive an update of any kind. Tensions were high throughout the SRU, especially Team One, and even the always calm, cool and collected Wordy was feeling the stress of the unknown.

Three weeks. Three freaking weeks and no news, no update, nothing! An Army General, a Major and the entire JTF2 were looking for Sam and they had yet to make any headway! Sam's strong, one of the strongest people I know and stronger than someone his age should have to be, but everyone has a breaking point. Three weeks as a prisoner of war, being exposed to God knows what, is enough to break even the strongest of men. To make things worse, no one had any idea where he was being held. They didn't even know if he was still alive. NO. Sam is alive. He's a fighter. He has so much waiting for him back home, there's no way he would give up, and if Sam wasn't going to give up, Team One couldn't give up either.

"We have to do something. There's no way in hell Sam would give up hope if any one of us were in his position so we can't give up either." Wordy declared with the utmost conviction. "Sam is strong and Sam is smart, if anyone can survive this, it's him. As his team, his family, we need to stay strong. That way, WHEN he comes back, we'll be ready to help him through it all."

"You're right Wordy. You are absolutely right." Greg said with an honest smile. Ed nodded his head in agreement and slapped Wordy on the back, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

With the new found hope brought on by Wordy's speech, the older members of Team One constructed a plan that would hopefully boost the morale of the team and keep them focused on the job until Sam was found. Later that night, as Wordy climbed into bed next to his wife Shelley, his thoughts were on Sam, thousands of miles away.

Alright Sam, we know you're strong and we know you can survive this. We're not giving up on you, so you can't give up either. You got that, buddy?! You can't give up.