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"Next time I'll go," He said firmly. But the next time the guards came, it wasn't for him. Wolf was the next one to be taken away.

A couple of hours later, Ben was relatively okay and was currently sitting in the corner of the room with one arm draped around Alex, who was leaning against his chest with a guilty expression on his face. The silence hung in the air as everyone waited with bated breaths for their leader's return.

Wolf did his best to memorize all the twists and turns they made but, eventually, had to give up for they had been walking for quite some time.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. They stood in front of a steel door for two long minutes and just as Wolf was about to snap and ask why they weren't going in, the guards released him but immediately put up their guns and pointed them at the soldier. A guard kicked the door open with his foot.

"Get in!" He barked.

Wolf glared at him but marched in. The first thing he saw was Dr. Three. The man grinned at him and Wolf gave him a murderous glare.

"If only looks can kill," Wolf thought icily.

Dr. Three leaned against a table and crossed his arms.

"You're the leader of your unit, am I right?" Dr. Three asked, that grin still plastered on his face.

Wolf clenched his fists. "That's none of your business."

Dr. Three rolled his eyes. "No matter. I already know you are."

"Then why'd you ask?" Wolf wanted to ask, but he didn't do that. Not only would he sound childish, but Dr. Three might decide to torture him more.

"Before I start, I just want us to talk. You know, get acquainted." The man continued.

Wolf narrowed his eyes at the innocent looking smile the man gave him. He seriously wanted to punch the guy. Who did he think he was?Agoddamn king.

"Here. Catch." Dr. Three threw him a gun.

Wolf caught it easily. He looked down at the weapon in his hand and blinked.

Dr. Three laughed. "Don't get too excited. I know that you'd love to shoot me now but unfortunately for you, that isn't going to happen. The gun isn't loaded."

"Thanks," Wolf replied sarcastically, unable to keep silent any longer. "And why did you give it to me?"

Dr. Three walked closer to him. "It's all part of my brilliant plan."

Dr. Three stopped a couple of feet away from him. Close enough for Wolf to see the evil glint in his eye, but far enough so Wolf wouldn't be able to knock him out.

"What do you know about Alex?" Dr. Three asked.

"Not much," Wolf replied truthfully.

"Tell me what you know."

"No," Wolf snapped. He wasn't betraying Alex's trust even if it spelled his death.

Dr. Three gave a mocking sigh. "I bet you don't even know anything."

Wolf resisted the urge to roll his eyes. If the man was hoping that taunting him would get him to spill, he was completely wrong.

"You're right. I don't know anything." Wolf played along with him.

"Nothing?" Dr. Three asked. "So... You don't know that he was afraid that becoming your friend would hurt you. Maybe even kill you."

Wolf's breath hitched. "What do you want?"

Dr. Three ignored him. "Did you know that he was suicidal?"

Wolf started to feel uneasy, but like the professional soldier he was, he refused to let his emotions show.

"I bet you're wondering how I know that. Remember, I'm part of Scorpia. If, for example, Alex jumped into a fire that we created, we would know. Poor Alex," he added, acting sorrowful. "The death of the Pleasures hit him hard, didn't it?"

For a moment, Wolf was confused. He didn't know any Pleasures. But he had a brief flashback to the first day Ben came. He said Alex's adoptive family died. They must have been the Pleasures.

"What do you want?" Wolf asked forcefully.

Dr. Three pretended to be surprised. "You don't know? I want to hurt Alex, of course! And what's the best way to hurt a mentally unstable child? With mental torture. Do you understand now?

¨And what do you want from me?" Wolf asked.

Dr. Three tapped his nose. ¨All in good time, my friend. All in good time. ¨ Then, Dr. Three clapped once and said, "Well, enough of this talking. Let's get to the fun stuff. Guards!"

The guards stomped back in, pulled the gun out of Wolf's hand and dragged him over to the center of the room. Wolf gritted his teeth as the guards tied his hands above his head. Dr. Three brought over a tray that had an assortment of torture devices. Dr. Three picked up a stun belt and fastened it around Wolf's waist.

Wolf braced himself for the pain that he knew would come. Dr. Three smiled as he pressed the button. Immediately, Wolf felt a horrible shock. Pain shot through his body and he became temporarily paralyzed. He tried to fight against the pain. Tried to move. But it was as if some invisible force controlled him. The sense of helplessness threatened to consume him. He hated the feeling.

Several long minutes passed, and the pain finally dissolved, but it left him weak. And just as he was beginning to feel relief, Dr. Three pressed the button again and Wolf gasped at the sudden shock. This went on for two more times. Each one making Wolf weaker than the previous one.

Finally, Dr. Three took off the stun belt and put it away. But he wasn't done. He picked up a whip covered in blood. Wolf instantly knew whose blood had been spilled.

Ben's.

Wolf gritted his teeth as the whip came down hard on his back. The second time the whip came down, he felt his skin slice open. But still, Wolf refused to show any pain. Refused to give his torturer any satisfaction. So he focused on breathing and tried to ignore the pain of the whip as it sailed down over and over again.

Finally, an hour later, Dr. Three finished. Wolf breathed through the pain and tried to focus. He knew that Dr. Three could've done worse. Much worse. But he didn't. And that made Wolf wonder. What exactly was going on?

"What's taking them so long?" Alex asked impatiently for the fifth time.

"Alex, sit down." Ben said softly. "There's nothing we can do but wait."

Even as he said the words, he himself couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. Alex sat down with a loud, frustrated sigh and covered his face with his hands.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened and everyone's heads immediately snapped up. They didn't even wait for their kidnappers to leave, nor did they care about the guns pointed at their faces. They all ran over to Wolf as soon as he was thrown in.

Snake poked and prodded at the unconscious body, muttering the whole time. Eagle pulled off his own shirt, tore it into strips, and gave it to the medic. Then he stood up and grabbed the small jug of water their captors had left behind.

Snake frowned at something, but then he cleaned up the blood and wounds and tied them with the shirt tightly.

"Is he okay?" Eagle asked.

Snake wiped his hands on his pants before answering. "He's in a stable condition. He has whip marks on his back and it'll hurt quite a bit when he wakes up, but he'll be fine now that he's not losing any more blood. Or at least, as fine as he could get in these situations."

Alex sat quietly and thought for a moment.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Eagle asked him.

Alex frowned and shook his head. "Nothing."

"Come on Alex." Ben said softly. "Enlighten us."

Alex sighed. "Dr. Three didn't torture Wolf or B-Fox as much as he could have. I mean… I'm glad he didn't use extreme torture but I just don't understand why he would do that. Isn't his aim to kill us?"

"He did say that he's supposed to drag out our deaths for as long as possible." Coyote pointed out.

Alex shook his head furiously. "No, he said he'd drag out my death for as long as possible. Not yours." He countered.

Coyote thought about that a little. Dr. Three said he'd use mental torture on Alex. It's very possible that he'd drag out K-unit's death just so Alex would see them suffer before Dr. Three killed them. He exchanged looks with the others and they all seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

Alex noticed. "Tell me."

They all hesitated. "Tell me!" Alex repeated, a bit more command in his voice.

Ben fidgeted. "Alex, Dr. Three said he'll mentally torture you. He could do that by… you know. Killing us slowly."

Alex's eyes widened in realization and he slumped down to the ground. "We'll find a way out. I know we can."

"How is anyone going to find us?" Snake asked.

"I don't know." Alex massaged the bridge of his nose. "But hope is the only thing keeping me sane. We have to have hope… however false it may be."

Coyote sat down next to him and the others followed suit, gathering around Alex.

Silence filled the next couple of moments but then Alex's head shot up. The others looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Snake asked, concern etched into face.

Alex stood up and paced as he talked. "Of course! How could I have been so stupid? How could I have forgotten?"

The others exchanged confused looks.

"Kid, seriously, what's up?" Coyote asked.

Alex took a calming breath and sat down next to them. "There's only one way to escape."

Alex made a sweep of the room with his eyes, trying to find bugs, but not finding any.

Satisfied, he resumed talking, "Before going to Brecon Beacons, I made a stop at Smither's workshop. I had a small device implanted in my chest. If my heart beat slows down or stops, a little alarm gets sent to MI6 and they find out where I am."

Eagle frowned. "If your heart stops, then what's the point of…" Realization dawned on him. "Oh. To recover the body."

"So what do you want to do? Get yourself tortured? Because that's out of the question." Coyote said firmly.

Alex sat down, his legs folded underneath him. "Think about it." Snake opened his mouth to speak but Alex put his hand up, stopping him.

"Please stop and listen to me. You were all kidnapped because of me. That's one thing we know for a fact. You can't argue with that. Now, maybe you do care about me or maybe you don't. I don't know. I understand that you guys might not want me to be tortured but it's either we all die or only I die.

"I'm not part of your unit. I never was. I was only going to stay with you guys for a while. You've been with each other for a long time. You're like family. And I know for a fact that no matter how much you all care about me, you care about each other more."

The other's faces closed off and they crossed their arms over their chests. Alex ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know how to explain it. How was he supposed to make them understand? He took a deep breath and tried again.

"What I'm saying is, you can't sacrifice yourselves for me. I'm not worth it. And it's not like I'm going to stay with you guys forever. If we stay here, we're all gonna die. None of us want that. So the only thing we can do to get out of this place is to have one of us die for the others to escape. One person dying is better than everyone, right? You guys have each other. You have a family. I have nobody. I have nothing to lose and I'm the only one that can get us out. Please don't argue with me. Please don't try to stop me. I wouldn't be able to bear it if you guys died because of me."

"Inspiring speech, but no." Wolf said, having regained consciousness at the beginning to Alex's little speech.

"Wolf, we have no choice." Alex said quietly.

"There has to be another way out. The sergeant would've noticed us missing. I bet MI6 is searching for us right now."

Alex gave him a calculating look. "Yeah. You keep on thinking that."

Despite him having said before that MI6 would be searching for them, he didn't believe himself. He knew that MI6 couldn't care less about him. The teenage spy stood up and sat as further away from them as possible. He wrapped his arms around his knees, drawing them towards his chest, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Alex woke up some time later and immediately noticed that something was different. Someone was missing. Wolf? Here. Ben? Here. Alex mentally checked off each name as he saw them.

Suddenly, he went rigid. Coyote was missing. The others, who had been staring at him intently since he had woken up, squirmed when they saw the look on Alex's face, which had changed from shock to fury and then went blank.

"Guys," Alex whispered deadly. "Where is Coyote?"

When Eagle realized that no one was going to answer, he spoke up, his voice laced with discomfort and hesitancy.

"Well, you see, about thirty minutes ago, the guards came and um… tookCoyoteaway." He finished, rushing to get it all out at once.

"And why didn't anyone wake me up?" Alex asked, still in that creepy whisper.

"We didn't want to wake you from your beauty rest," came the unintelligible reply.

Alex mentally face palmed. Eagle gulped as he saw the young spy's fists clench in anger. Alex took a deep calming breath and buried his face in his hands.

"Cub…" Snake started.

"Shut up." Alex snapped. "Just. Shut. Up."

Coyote was shoved in the room by the guards and came face to face with Dr. Three.

¨Hello there!" Dr. Three said cheerfully.

Coyote´s facial expression smoothed out and showed not a single emotion. Dr. Three wheeled a cart and placed it in between Coyote and himself.

"Come closer! Come closer! No need to be shy!" Dr. Three gestured for Coyote, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes, to take a closer look.

The trays were filled with many different kinds of torture devices, from whips, to boiling water, to Tasers. He seemed to have every torture device ever made.

Dr. Three twirled the whip in his hands. "Which device should I use to torture Alex?"

Coyote clenched his fists in anger. Dr. Three was so close to him that if Coyote extended his arm, he would've touched him. The only thing separating them was the cart. He wanted to take the Taser and test it out on the sadistic bastard that was standing in front of him.

Dr. Three must have known what Coyote was thinking because he said. "I suggest you don't try anything. I could have you dead in a blink of the eye. Watch."

Dr. Three must've given some sort of signal because all of a sudden, a dozen guards were pointing guns at Coyote.

"Told you so." Dr. Three said in a light tone. He waved his hands and as if by magic, all the guards disappeared. "Now, I want you to cooperate or I'll have to punish you and I promise you, it won't be pleasant. I want to ask you a question."

Coyote was confused. Where was the torture and pain that he had braced himself for before entering the room?

Dr. Three paused for a dramatic effect. He picked up a device from the cart and showed it to Coyote.

"I want you to tell me everything you know about this device and what would happen if I used it on Alex."

Although Coyote was even more confused, he had a bad feeling about this.

"Why?" Coyote finally spoke up.

Dr. Three shrugged. "I just want to see how much you know."

Coyote took a good look at the device in the man's hand. This man was a world renowned torture expert. Coyote knew that Dr Three knew what the device was. Seeing no harm yet in cooperating, Coyote began to speak.

"A stun gun. It has a low amperage and a high voltage shock. A one-half second contact can repel and startle an attacker and can cause pain and muscle contractions. Two seconds can cause a dazed mental state. If you use it on Alex for over three seconds, he'll lose balance and muscle control. He'll also be confused and disoriented. He can be put down very quickly if he struggles."

Coyote's voice was hard and cold. Every word that he said made him angrier and angrier and by the end, he was struggling to contain the fury directed at the man smiling in front of him. But unbeknown to him, a hard and cold tone was exactly what Dr. Three wanted.

Dr. Three clapped once and put on the cheerful smile that Coyote was starting to loath.

"You've done a great job! Perhaps I won't hurt you too badly. Well, let's get started."

The guards came again and as Coyote's hands were being tied above his head, he braced himself again and this time, he knew the pain would come.

Two agonizing hours later, Coyote's unconscious body was thrown into the cell where Alex and K-unit were waiting. Like always, a small jug of water was pushed in after him.

K-unit immediately jumped to their feet. Eagle went to get the water and Snake began examining and cleaning Coyote's wounds.

Just like Wolf and Fox, the wounds were bad but not too bad. Certainly not what they expected. As Coyote began to regain consciousness, everyone took a few steps back to give him some room.

Coyote sat up and immediately and fell back again. Wolf appeared next to him and held him.

"Easy, buddy, easy." Wolf helped him up.

"What did Three do to you?" Ben asked when Coyote's headache began to subside.

"Nothing too bad. He whipped me a bit. Stunned me too. But only for about 3 seconds." Coyote replied slowly.

A tear slid down Alex's cheek. He loved all of K-unit but Coyote had been especially nice to him and seeing him lying on the floor in pain cut straight to his heart. He moved to the back of the group and hastily wiped the tear away but it didn't escape Coyote's notice.

"You okay, Cub?" He asked softly.

Alex walked over and knelt next to him. "I'm okay," he whispered softly.

He very gently wrapped his arms around Coyote's neck. The soldier hugged Alex back.

"Everything will be okay. I know it will." Coyote murmured softly into the child's ear. Alex sighed and buried his face into friend's neck.

Coyote ran his fingers through Alex's hair and Alex immediately relaxed. After a couple of minutes, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Alex was determined to stay awake until the guards came back. He absolutely wasn't going to let Eagle or Snake, the only two unharmed soldiers in K-unit, get tortured. But to his increasing frustration, the guard didn't come back.

For two days (or what Alex thought was two days; it was hard to tell the time), the guards didn't come back. K-unit caught on to what Alex was doing and forced him to sleep. He used that time to train himself to wake up at the slightest sound or movement.

Finally, when Alex was beginning to think that Dr. Three had forgotten about them and went on a vacation to Hawaii, him and the guards came back. This time, however, they didn't drag someone off to the torture room.

This time, they dragged away everyone. Or almost everyone. They left Alex behind.

It happened about two days after Coyote was tortured. The soldiers were whispering quietly to each other and Alex was slumped in the shadows, thinking, when the door silently opened and in came Dr. Three and his minions.

Alex couldn't remember a time when he'd seen Dr. Three grin wider than he was now.

"Hello everyone!" Dr. Three exclaimed. "I know it's been awhile since we've seen each other and I hope you didn't miss me too much" -Alex snorted quietly- "but I've got a great surprise. But we'll need to move you to another room. So come on, up you go!"

"And if we don't want to?" Wolf snarled.

Dr. Three sighed. "Must we go through this? You don't have a choice really."

The sound of a bullet sliced the air and planted itself next to Wolf's head.

¨Are we clear now? ¨ Dr. Three raised an eyebrow.

Wolf grimaced. ¨Crystal. ¨

¨Now up you go. ¨ K-unit stood up but when Dr. Three saw Alex get up, he stopped him. ¨Ah, ah, ah! You, my dear Alex, are going to stay here. I have a special surprise waiting for you."

Alex grimaced and stepped back. The others seemed reluctant to leave him.

"Go." Alex's voice wasn't loud but it was filled with authority and power. The soldiers and spy threw Alex a glance and left him.

When they were about 30 feet away from the room they had just vacated, Dr. Three spun around and faced Wolf.

"Here," He threw him a gun. "You can have it back." He said before turning around and leaving the group with the guards

"Back?" The others thought.

Wolf answered their unasked questions. "I forgot to tell you guys. Before Three tortured me, he gave me a gun." He held up the gun and murmured. "It was unloaded before and…" he checked the gun," and it's still unloaded."

Coyote frowned and spoke softly so the guards wouldn't hear them. "That's strange. Before torturing me, he picked up a stun gun and told me to tell him everything I knew about it and what would happen if he used it on Alex."

"Did you tell him?" Snake asked.

"Yes," Coyote replied truthfully, though a little guiltily. He was sure more than ever that he had made a big mistake.

Eagle looked back in the direction they came from. "We need to find a way out of here soon. Me and Snake are the only ones that aren't hurt. If he tortures us, we'll all be too weak to escape." He added as an afterthought. "Poor kid. We have to help him."

Snake opened his mouth to say something but he was jabbed in the back by one of the guard's guns. "Keep moving!" The guard shouted.

The group kept moving and didn't say anything for the rest of the way, each lost in their own thoughts about what Dr. Three could possibly do to Alex.

Soon, they were thrown into a new room. It was the same as the other one: it was dark, gloomy, and had a steel door that swung open silently. The only additions were a small cot in the corner and a toilet in another corner. It also looked a bit bigger than their own room

They sat down on the hard, filthy ground and wondered what Alex was doing right now.

About a day later, the guards dragged Alex into the torture room and tied his hands above his head, his feet dangled about two feet above the ground.

Dr. Three came in and smiled at the boy. "It's finally your turn Alex! Are you excited?"

Alex didn't reply.

The man sighed. "You're no fun when you're silent. Let's see if we could get and sounds to escape your mouth."

"But first, let's take off your shirt. We don't want to get any blood stains on it, now do we?" Dr. Three picked up a knife and tore Alex's shirt with it.

He threw the shirt aside and picked up a stun gun. "Coyote suggested I torture you with a stun gun. I think it's a very good suggestion, don't you?"

Alex closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain that came with betrayal. Of all people, he would've never thought Coyote would turn against him. But it was ridiculous to ever trust someone. He thought Ash was a great person and he knew how well that relationship went.

Alex braced himself for the pain but he was still wasn't prepared when one million volts of electricity shot through his body. He was temporarily paralyzed and when the shock died down, his muscles felt like pudding and he had very little energy.

Alex was shocked a second time and a third time, each time a second longer than the last.

By the end, Alex was near faint but he refused to collapse.

Dr. Three put the stun gun away and picked up the whip. Without warning, it sliced Alex's back.

The sudden pain made Alex gasp out loud. Dr. Three whipped him again and Alex bit his lip to keep from crying out. The whip came down again and again and Alex's back filled with blood.

Dr. Three moved to his front and brought the whip down on Alex's chest - right where the bullet wound was.

This time, Alex couldn't stop the cry that escaped his lips.

"What's this?" Dr. Three mocked. "Has the great Alex Rider finally broken? That was much too quick."

Dr. Three reeled his fist back and punched Alex - hard - on the jaw. Alex spit out blood.

"Let's leave a lasting scar." Dr. Three said softly, placing the back of his hand on Alex's cheek.

Dr. Three moved out of Alex's line of sight and Alex shut his eyes tightly, preparing himself for this lasting scar.

Dr. Three picked up a container and splashed a clear, bubbling liquid on Alex's back. Alex let out an ear piercing scream.

Boiling water.

The blood was washed off but the boiling water burned his back and gathered into the scars made by the whip. Dr. Three wasn't finished yet. He picked up a knife and drew a line across his back. Blood dripped out.

He made the letter K.

"Isn't life cruel Alex?" Dr. Three whispered. He drew more letters.

An 'I' came next.

"Don't you hate yourself?"

L.

"How does it feel to be hurt, betrayed, owned?"

L.

"How does it feel to have killed so many people?"

E.

"Have you justified your actions for the past year and a half?"

R.

"Well, let me tell you the horrible truth Alex. You intentionally killed people. Do you justify murdering them by saying they were evil people? Monsters, perhaps? They were human Alex. Just like me and you. They had families and you wiped their existence of the face of the planet. How do you justify that?"

"And what about all the people that died protecting you? Your parents? Ian? Yassen? Jack? Do you ever think about them and what you did to them?"

Dr. Three stepped back and looked at the word he had drawn on Alex's back.

KILLER

"The truth Alex, is that you're a killer. You are no better than the people you so mercilessly killed. Don't ever forget that?"

Guards dragged Alec back to his cell and gave him a jug of water and some towels.

Alex crawled over and wiped himself as best as he could without aggravating his wounds and causing more pain.

However, he didn't know why he was cleaning himself up. He should be dead.

Words cannot describe how Alex felt. Listening to Dr. Three, Alex realized how true the man's words were. He was a killer. That was too much for him.

He fell over the edge and into the abyss of carelessness.

For three days, nothing happened and Alex was bored. But on the fourth day, something strange happened.

Dr. Three wheeled in a television. Alex was confused. Was Three going to entertain him?

"The surprise is finished! Do you know what's going to happen now?" Dr. Three asked.

Alex narrowed his eyes. "You're going to make me watch something, then you're going to torture me with ridiculous lies."

Dr. Three laughed heartily. "Well, you're almost right. I'd like you to watch something; however, there are no lies."

Alex raised his eyebrow and Dr. Three continued. "I see you don't believe me. I expected no less which is why I brought the television. For proof."

Dr. Three wheeled the television set a bit closer and stood to the side, pointing the remote at it.

Suddenly, Alex had a flashback to when Razim made Alex watch as Jack died. Alex had the same horrible feeling now.

The man grinned from ear to ear. "This video is about K-unit. Your "friends." Dr. Three made air quotations when he said the word 'friends.'

"There's really no way to break it you nicely. So I'll be blunt and straight to the point. They betrayed you. They were never your friends. They were working for me."

Alex immediately defended them. "That's a lie! I know them. They're trustworthy."

"Is that really what you think? When has anyone been your friend? Who have you ever really trusted? The clues were there all along Alex. Why do you think people would love and protect a person they barely know? Why do you think Ben volunteered to go first? They lied Alex. They pretended to care about you. They didn't all want to go first so you'll be protected. They wanted to talk to me. We had to make everything believable so I had to torture them but didn't you notice how they weren't tortured too badly?"

Dr. Three paused here and let all the information sink in. He could see the doubt and uncertainty on Alex's face. He almost had him.

As for Alex, everything was starting to make sense. Pieces were falling in. What Dr. Three said made sense. The only question was… could Alex believe this man? He didn't want to. He had truly believed that they cared about him. The torture that Alex had just experienced was making him weak and he couldn't think straight.

Alex felt vulnerable but he refused to believe the man with no proof.

"I don't believe you," Alex said, though his voice was laced with uncertainty and hesitancy.

Dr. Three simply smiled and turned on the t.v. Immediately, Wolf and Dr. Three showed up on the screen.

Alex knew when this happened: when the guards took Wolf away. A bad feeling settled in the pit of Alex's stomach but he didn't make a noise and listened to their conversation.

Dr. Three threw a gun to Wolf. "Here," he said. "Catch."

Wolf caught the gun and said, "Thanks."

The scene changed. Wolf was replaced with Coyote.

A tray of torture devices was in between the two men.

Dr. Three looked down at the tray. "Which device should I use to torture Alex?"

"A stun gun." Coyote replied. "It has a low amperage and a high voltage shock. A one-half second contact can repel and startle an attacker and can cause pain and muscle contractions. Two seconds can cause a dazed mental state. If you use it on Alex for over three seconds, he'll lose balance and muscle control. He'll also be confused and disoriented. He can be put down very quickly if he struggles."

The scene changed once more. This was a video of all of K-unit. They were in one of the corridors. This little scene must have been when Dr. Three was "putting them in a new room."

Alex scoffed. As if. He probably let them go.

Dr. Three threw Wolf a gun, the same gun he had given him before. "Here," he said. "You can have it back." Dr. Three left them.

Wolf lifted the gun to show the rest of his unit. "I forgot to tell you guys," he told them. "Before Three tortured me, he gave me a gun."

The scene ended and Dr. Three turned off the television. He face brightened at the look of utter devastation and betrayal on Alex's face.

"Do you believe me now? Or should I collect more evidence?" Dr. Three asked.

Alex's voice was scratchy and low. "I believe you." he whispered.

His body ached, his hands trembled, his head spun, and his heart melted… and it had nothing to do with the torture.

Wow! This chapter is long overdue. I'm extremely sorry for taking so long… and for the cliffhanger. Life just got in the way and I couldn't find the time to write. I know it's a horrible excuse, but it's all I got. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. I took your reviews into consideration and did my best to turn this chapter into an enjoyable read. Again, I'm so sorry but I'm not giving up on this story.

If anyone has any questions, comments, or concerns, please don't hesitate to review or PM me.

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