A.N. It's remembrance day in Canada, or... veterans day in the US? , and the best thing to do is to wear a poppy... Or play COD5 WAW to see what our veterans went through... Just kidding. But seriously- Lest we forget.
Cpt. 28- Remembering II
November 11, 2011 (11/11/11) Remembrance day
Smuggler's outpost somewhere around Rio
CPT. WESTON
Five hours passed... Sounds of shouts and screams came through. Bell's team was furious, but I couldn't think of anything to help Bell... If only Captain was here... But he WAS here, just not the real him.
"Captain, you have to think! Think of your team! Remember the time when we were being bombed in Afghanistan? You pulled us through, you told us to hide under those blown tanks! You were the only one that remembered what to do!" I shouted at him.
"I already said I don't care! F**K off!"
"Bell is there, being interrogated! One of your best friends! We don't know what to do, and Bell... Hell, he's probably trying to figure out how not to cry like a frikin' recruit!"
"Bell... Interrogation... Friends... Weasel... Siberia... Shadow."
December 17, 2008
Russian base in north of Siberia
SGT. SIERRA (Presumed KIA with team)
"Sierra... Sierra!" A voice called despretely.
I opened my eyes and saw Shadow bound to a chair.
"Shadow!" I said, my voice ragged.
Then, a figure came out of the door and punched Shadow in the face.
"Shadow!"
"SHUT UP!" The man shouted. "Or I'll rip your jaw out!" "Now, you are going to tell me why you are here."
Shadow refused... And the man took him to a back room.
"What are you going to do to him?" I asked.
"Giving him a face lift... and possibly a MAJOR surgury." He said before slamming the door.
That was the last time I saw him... Ever.
Shadow was in team weasel with me, Bell, Carter, Dave, Cook and Johnson. He was CIA, attached to us to study the movements of the enemy and, because he was hungry for action. He was one of my best friends...
Now I remembered EVERYTHING.
The CIA thought I wasn't telling them the truth of what Shadow revealed, so they erased my memory by hypnotism, that memory bothered me for two years as I had no memory at all of what had happened after we had been captured. Now we were captured AGAIN. I had to figure out something to get out of here.
"I remember." I said.
"What?"
"I remember." I said, loudly and clearly.
"You do?"
"Yes!"
"IT WORKED!" Weston shouted loudly, and did a sort of victory dance across the cell, making me put on a frown.
"Uh-hum." I cleared my throat.
"Oh sorry. So, how are we going to get out?"
"I got a plan."
