Two Hours Later

The lights in the room flickered then dimmed causing Miguel and Harold to peer out the window. Walker sat on the floor unsure as to what was going on and not liking his current situation. He shifted his weight then stretched out his legs which had begun to cramp. Doing this caused Harold to rush at him and before Walker could duck his head the man slammed his rifle butt straight into his temple. Stars flickered before Walker's eyes as he fought to stay conscious.

"What the hell!" Miguel bent down to check on Walker. "He did nothing!"

As the guards argued Walker rapidly blinked his eyes then shook his head from side to side. After the fog cleared from his mind he could see men running past the window. The lights dimmed once again then went off all together. Outside the cabin several men began screaming as the faint sound of a handgun could be heard.

Walker felt a pair of hands grab hold of his cuffed wrists then violently pull him to his feet. He was spun around to the dimly lit hallway, the sudden movement disorientating him. As Walker was once again pushed forward he stumbled causing Harold to curse.

"Come on! Get moving!" Said Harold as smacked Walker upside the head. "Put one foot in front of the other. It's not that difficult to do!"

After a short walk Walker found himself standing in front of the main door peering out into darkness. He tried to find unfamiliar shapes in the shadows and spotted some movement near Cabin Four. Was it the FBI or just more fighters?

"I know you are out there!" Harold jerked Walker forward as he talked. "Now, I've warned you guys to stay away!"

A loud bang made Walker jump, but the shock quickly went away as stabbing pain in his left leg made him fall to the ground. For all he knew the bullet had torn straight through his thigh. Walker tried to ignore the fire in his skin, unfortunately it felt like his leg just exploded.

"Oh shit!" Miguel quickly bent down next to Walker and began to pull on his cuffed hands. "Use your good leg, 0535 and help me get you into the den."

Walker nodded his head and with a loud grunt pushed off with his good leg. However the movement brought on so much pain he nearly blacked out. With a hoarse scream Walker pushed once again, this time, with help from Miguel he managed to stand up. Being vertical the blood began to run down Walker's leg causing him to leave a bloody footprint with each agonizing step he took.

"What is wrong with you!" Miguel led Walker to the couch and helped him to sit down. "Why did you just shoot him?"

"I had to make a point." A beam of light bounced towards them followed by another. "It's just a graze, he'll be fine. Conner, Boyd watch over 0535, make sure he doesn't pass out."

Doctor Boyd rested his flashlight on the floor so he can check Walker's wound. "This is more of a graze, Harold. You tore a chunk out of the man's leg." He let out a loud curse as he looked up at Walker. "Miguel tie a tourniquet around his leg, make sure it's not too tight. I'm going to get my medical kit."

Walker leaned his head back wishing he could block out the pain. He tightly gripped the cushion as Doctor Boyd gently pressed below the wound. Sweat began to bead on Walker's brow as his body went into shock. It's going to be quite a struggle for Walker to keep himself focused and not let the pain get to him.

XXXX

Nearby Aaron Clyne sat in a chair in what must have been a mess hall for the men who lived here. Crazy to think that the men who lived here did it against their will, the amenities seemed way too nice. For one, all the cabins he and other agents raided had a kitchen, bathroom and some sort of gathering room. Why all the luxuries?

Mijares sat down next to him with two bottles of water. "They have everything in this place. Even have candy and a room full of basic necessities." He handed a bottle of water to Clyne then shook his head. "They shot Mr. Walker. Doesn't look too severe, but it is a leg wound. Lets just hope we can get him home."

Another man, this one named Captain McCarter went up to the two men with his hands on his hips. "Okay, I want you two to set up a sniping post." He produced several photos from his breast pocket. "These are the men that you don't want to shoot. This one here," He handed a mug shot to Clyne. "His name is Raphael Winters, a good kid caught up in a bad situation. He might be able to help us out if we promise him a few things."

Clyne nodded then stood up. "All right, lets get going."

C.D.'s Bar and Grill

Though it was just past dinner C.D.'s Bar and Grill had closed down to allow any lawman or friend of Walker's to gather. Gage sat in a booth with a cool beer in front of him and Sydney next to him. Both their kids were at the HOPE center along with Tavon, Jaxon and Angela. Hopefully in the morning there will be some good news for the kids.

Sydney ran her hand down his arm then glanced at the door. "Eric and Aiden are here."

Gage raised his head to see the two men walking up to their table. "Hey guys."

His voice faded as three more men walked in behind them. Gage remembered seeing the men's pictures all over the newspapers, they were roommates of Walker's. If his memory served him right their names are Patrick, Joseph and Theo. Wonder what they were doing here? Did they really care about Walker?

Eric waved at Gage and pulled a chair up to the booth. "Hey you two, hope you don't mind but I found these three gentleman standing outside."

A soft smile spread across Sydney's face as she stuck her hand out to shake the men's hands. "Nice to finally meet you all. My name is Sydney and this is my husband Gage."

The tallest of the men nodded his head. "I'm Patrick." He pointed to the big man behind him. "That is Theo and the short guy is Joey."

This caused Joey to laugh. "Nice to meet you, Gage." As he stuck out his hand for a shake Gage could see 0531 tattooed on his right arm. "Any word yet?"

Gage shook his head. "No, not yet. Hopefully we'll get something soon." He took a deep breath then smiled. "So you guys bunked with Walker?"

Theo nodded. "Yeah, sure did. The Boss actually kept us from ripping each others throats out" A smile spread across his face as he nudged Patrick in the arm. "Remember that time he gave you a stern talking after you started a fight with Hector?" The mention of Hector's name brought frowns to the men's faces.

Eric took a deep breath as Aiden handed him a glass of water. "Unlike our room, Gage only three guys so far made it out of theirs. Hector Nunez was found dead after a kickboxing match."

Sydney gently patted Gage's shoulder. "I'm going to see how Alex is doing."

Once his wife left all security Gage had felt went with her. He took a drink of the bitter liquid before him then wiped his face with the back of his hand. Even though he was free he was still being emotionally punished all thanks to the tattoo. Wonder what Walker thought about his?

"Mr. Nunez didn't remove his tattoo." Aiden said, tearing Gage away from his thoughts. "He covered it up during the fight…." His voice faded off as he stared at the beer in front of Gage. "You know how hard it is not to go back to my old ways. Sometimes I think it'll just be easier to kill myself with drugs and alcohol then always watching my back."

Gage began to turn the beer bottle in his hands as Aiden's words sank in him like a rock. So, they were now killing men who hid their tattoos. He sipped at his beer then slowly stood knowing he had to find a quiet spot to think. Who would have ever thought a simple tattoo could change his life forever.

Montana - Thirty Minutes Later

Time seemed to have stopped for Walker as he sat on the couch trying to ignore the pain in his leg. Doctor Boyd had given him a small shot of morphine but it had worn off. He pulled at the cuffs frustrated that he still had them on. The metal began to dig into his wrists, cutting into the thin skin and making him bleed.

"Let me check your leg." Miguel shown a flashlight on Walker's leg and grimaced at what he saw. "You've lost a lot of blood. How you feeling?" Walker gave the man a nod wishing he could talk. "Okay, here's some water."

After Miguel helped Walker drink half of the water bottle he pulled it away then screwed the cap back on. He sat down on the sofa, his hands going to his face. Walker was about to close his eyes when a faint laser dot appeared on Harold's chest. Before the man could react a loud boom caused Walker to jump nearly off the couch.

"Son of a…." Harold writhed on the ground in obvious pain. "They shot me!"

Miguel quickly dropped his weapon. "No way, I'm not going through with that." He pulled off his white shirt then unlocked the cuffs around Walker's wrists. "Let's go."

Walker gingerly made his way to the front door, his left leg dragging behind him. Miguel wrapped one of his arms around Walker's thin waist then helped him to the door. With the extra support Walker was able to put all his weight on his right leg allowing him to take bigger steps. Another pair of hands lifted up Walker's left arm then moved around his back.

"The other fighters have already given up." It was Zadok and his voice told Walker he was smiling. "Lets get you home."

The two men gingerly lifted Walker off his feet, carried him down the stairs and into the

yard. Once they hit the fence line several FBI agents appeared from the shadows. Two of them led Miguel, Zadok and Walker towards the mess hall where there was still light.

"Once inside lay him on the table." Said an agent as he walked next to Miguel. "As for you sir we need to take you into custody."

Miguel shook his head. "0535 is mute, he speaks in sign and I can interpret."

Another FBI agent nodded as he pushed up the door. "Put Mr. Walker right over there." He pointed to a clean table with three men standing next to it. "My name is Gilbert, but most here just simply call me Doc. How bad is the pain?"

"It's tolerable." Signed Walker as he sat up to get a good look at his leg and what he saw didn't surprise him one bit. "How are the other fighters?"

Doc gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Not sure yet, you two are the only numbered fighters we were able to recover." He shook his head. "It's a deep wound, a lot of muscle damage." He looked up. "Carter, give your friend a call."

A tall man went up to Walker with a huge smile on his face. "Sure thing." He stuck out his hand. "Mr. Walker, I will set up a video camera. That way your friends and family can know that you are alive and safe."

Fort Worth

C.D.'s Bar and Grill had gotten very quiet since most of Walker's acquaintances eventually left. Alex sat at a table by herself wishing that Walker was with her right now. She took a deep breath, glanced at her watch and began to wonder if Angela was all right. Her daughter had wanted to be here, but Alex decided against it. If news turned out bad Alex wanted to be the person to tell Angela and not some police officer.

Trivette sat down across from Alex with a heavy sigh, his face showing he was due for some much needed sleep. "How you holding up, Alex?"

"Doing all right." She sipped at her coffee then shook her head. "Any word yet?"

"Nothing." Trivette's phone began to ring and he quickly unclipped it from his belt. "Trivette." He was quiet for several seconds before he stood up with a smile. "So he's right there with you Carter? How is he?"

Alex listened intently to Trivette's side of the conversation hoping to get a hint about Walker's condition. She watched his face change slightly and he slowly nodded his head. After a brief conversation he pulled the phone away from his ear with a heavy sigh.

A tear escaped Alex's right eye as she mentally accepted the worse. "How is he, Jimmy?"

"Alive, but in pain." He began to play around with his phone as a smile crept across his face. "Carter is sending a video to my phone." His voice trailed off as a muted beep told him a file had been sent to his phone. "There it is now."

He handed his phone over to Alex and she touched the screen over the most recent sent file. The first image she saw was of a thin man with a left eye that drooped. As the video played Alex began to cry knowing who she saw was her husband. Her free hand went to her mouth as Walker signed "Love" then point to the camera.

"I love you to, Walker." She sniffled then nodded her head. "Trivette, make sure Carter gets him home."