The grass was still cold and damp from the morning dew that had still yet to dry, but it didn't bother Rook as he lay crouched within the tall grass, he sat motionless so he remained unnoticed by the peggies that tirelessly took apart the F.A.N.G. center a couple hundred feet away, he sat there for presumably hours, it felt like it, he didn't have a time piece other then the sun which set considerably and watching the center in its entirety come down, piece by piece, they were even pulling up floorboard and copper wring, it wouldn't be long until it was a bare bones structure, and a immense pile of drywall and insulation, or hell, at the rate they went it could even be just the cement foundation left, everything else loaded into the large, canvas roof cargo trucks.

But regardless of their intentions, as Rook watched them work, he didn't know how to feel, despite the copious amount of time that passed he was still didn't know how to process his emotions, a lot happened back in that camper with Faith, it got hot, then hot in a different way, then hot in another, he didn't expect her to get so emotional despite what they were about to do, everything just got out of hand, especially how he handled it, hell with the way things went, he half expected her to just appear behind him like a vengeful specter and grab him in an attempt to drag him back to the camper, for some reason it him shiver in unease, but regardless, he had to push the woman out of his head, more important things were currently at stake, the peggies ahead of him. Even though they were pulling the very building down, a few couple men and woman made up a small skeleton crew that patrolled the perimeter, making sure they were no threats, but they failed at the very act, none of them saw the Junior Deputy that skulked nearby. That unwariness was his way in, he had concocted a bold and dangerous scheme within the first hour of watching; there was a single peggie, he wore a balaclava and fatigues, he carried a shotgun in hand with a large knife on his hip, he was the perfect disguise if he could get his hands on him.

As the F.A.N.G. center got smaller and smaller, Rook's readiness to move in got bigger and bigger, he waited until it looked like minutes until they finished disassembling the place, until he finally slithered out of the grass and circled in on his lone target. The large piles of yet to be loaded materials made ideal places from him to hide behind and draw closer to his prey, moving in closer and closer on the unaware cultist until he got within striking distance, Rook gave a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was in a blind spot and no one was watching, and sure enough he was, all he had to do now, was wait for his man to round the corner and walk past the pile of crappy arcade machines, no one would suspect anything,

The second the cultist came near the pile, Rook snapped into action, he swooped in, wrapping his arms around the cultist's neck and mouth, and pulled him back, out of sight form unwanted eyes, behind the piled and bound stacks of lumber and other wooden items, muffled cries and grunts escaped the man, but no one but his capture could hear, once they were probably out of sight, Rook readied himself to take the man's life, he had never done it in this manner before before, but he had seen it been done many times before in movies, how hard could snapping a neck be? Trying his best, he forced the man's head to the side, but nothing happened, the man continued to struggle and flail, frustrated, leading Rook to try over and over to no avail, all he was doing was twisting the man's head from side to side as hard as he could, but unfortunately even as he did, the man continued to squirm and fight, but now his muffled cries sounded noticeably more irritated. Seeing as he wasn't going to get anywhere with this anytime soon, Rook just felt stupid at this point.

"Fuck it" Rook sighed before snatching the combat knife out of the cultist's belt and quickly implanting it into the man's neck with a sickening splat.

The man spasmed for a second before going limp, when he did, Rook held him out so that none of the leaking blood would soak onto the clothes, as he did, he couldn't help but notice he sure was doing stuff like this an awful lot lately. Once the bulk of the bleeding stopped, Rook threw the body to the ground and hastily undressed the dead man and slid the new clothes over his current, it was a little ill fitting, but it did its job, he looked reasonably like a peggie, hopefully this visage would hide him just long enough to get in and out, once that was done, he quickly hoisted the body over his shoulder and quickly jaunted over to a small dip in the ground and dumped the body there, it was just enough to hid a singular person, Rook hoped it would work just enough to fool everyone nearby. As he returned to his post and quickly replacing the man, he picked up the fallen shotgun and tried to walk like the man before he grabbed him, he marched back to where he should be, he had spent hours watching and just about memorized the patrol pattern and followed it around for a while, he had to have done dozens of loops around the center before hearing the call of the one in charge; the Commander, he then began yelling for everyone to fall in and begin helping with the final stages of loading everything up, Rook didn't want to help, but he had to if he wanted to blend in

It was fairly easy to follow along, metal in the first truck, wood in the second and so on, he spent his time doing his best to keep up with everyone else, all the other peggies moved with such deft hands, moving as much as they could, as fast as they could into the trucks, it didn't take long to get just about everything into the big trucks, everyone moved in such a coordinated effort, like a colony of worker ants, moving in such efficiency Rook had never seen before, he wished everyone on his side of the war moved with such competence, even just once.

Once everything was loaded in and taken care of, it was time for all the peggies to file into the trucks and move out, just as the commander instructed, Rook of course, didn't want to pile in with the rest of the peggies, he would surely be discovered if he did, he needed a place to sneak away too. The back of the cargo truck with all the wood and other similar items seemed like the ideal place to hide, nobody seemed to give the tail end of the truck a second look once everything was loaded on to it.

So Rook did his best to casually make his way over to the back of the truck, once he made it, he placed a hand on the lip of the truck's, open air wagon, prepared to vault over and get comfy.

"Hey, where do you think your going, solider!?" An angrily authoritative voice called from behind.

The voice made Rook tense up, if only he was a few seconds quicker, he turned to face the person who called out to him and discovered it was the person the he found out yesterday was the commander in charge of this operation, he looked very impatient and wanted an answer immediately. Rook needed to reply quickly, he tried to remember the scarce conversations he heard.

"Sir, I am going to be the rear guard on this convoy, if one resistance arrow hits a tire from behind, we're dead in the water!" Rook returned with an equally authoritative voice.

The commander stared at Rook angrily for a few seconds before replying.

"Get to it then!" he replied before marching away to bark orders at others.

With the commander man gone, breathed a sigh of relief before hoping into the back of the large truck, that was close much to close for his liking, he would surely die if he were exposed, he was relieved that the commander didn't calm him out for having a shotgun, bow and quiver of arrows. With an uncomfortable grunt, Rook did his best to comfy among the wooden beams and other burnables, it was a hard task as he could feel a few hang nails pushing into his skin no matter how he positioned himself, he ignored it the best he could as he listened to the commander order people around telling them what to do and how to do it, eventually everyone filed into the large trucks, Rook wasn't sure if they were headed directly back to the bunker or if they were going to make a pit stop, as all the trucks engines started up in tandem, a few more unclear words were loudly tossed around but were lost to the see of roaring diesel engines, Rook couldn't properly see what was going on around the truck he was in, he didn't want to, he wanted to keep his head down and forgotten, everything after they get to their destination was going to be a pass or fail trial, the bunker surely had all kinds or rules and regulations to keep everyone in line, there would no carefree atmosphere that John bunker had, if he did something wrong, someone was going to punish him.

Then the truck he was in jerked forward, the E-brake had been undone and the gas pedal had been depressed, it was time to get moving, Rook sighed an uneasy breath, maybe Faith was right, maybe he was in way over his head, but now it was to late, the six trucks had driven along enough that they could form a single line, if he jumped out, the truck driver behind him would see and stop the convoy, all Rook could do was sit in the back patently as the convoy drove off into the unknown.


For the hundredth time Rook pushed some lumber that shifted from it's spot and pushed painfully into his back, this happened every couple of minutes due to the never ending bumps in the road, he held onto his shotgun tightly, trying to ignore everything that bothered him, he wasn't the only one ailing as he could feel and hear the suspension system of all six cargo trucks creak and grown under the immense weight they carried, he expected a tire to blow out with every bump and pothole they hit, they had been driving for a while now, it was only a matter of time until they arrived or the trucks gave out, they were carrying to much weight, and much to Rook relief the trucks didn't give out, they actually held together long enough to make it to their destination, or so Rook believed, from his perspective the trucks suddenly stopped, and then nothing, silence, Rook unconsciously held his breath for a few seconds, waiting for something, anything to happen, but nothing did, seconds turned to a full minute of nothingness. His curiosity proved to much for him to bear, steeling himself, Rook poked his head out the cargo wagon and looked around, he didn't hear anything out of place, the six trucks had their engines shut off and no one was talking, motionless, did the peggies see something to make them think they were under attack and this was a defensive technique? Rook hoped not, he wasn't really sure what he'd do if Rookists and Whitetails jumped out of the thicket and attacked.

Looking at the ground with the intent to jump out, he had discovered that they were all parked on a large metal slab embedded flush into the ground. None of this seemed to add up, what they we waiting for? why stop on this? Then as if his questions were vocalized, he got his answer, a few alarms could be heard directly underneath him, underneath the metal slab, then the metal slab began to vibrate before suddenly moving downwards, it startled Rook to have the whole world move around him, the last thing he expected the slab to move down within the earth. The whole experience made Rook bite his tongue from making any unwanted noises, it took him a few stunned moments to realize what was going on, they were a surface level cargo elevator.

As the elevator got considerably deeper into the earth, the shaft quickly became dark, very dark besides a few red flashing lights to indicate elevator movement. As pressure mounted on Rook as he expected them to go through the front door somehow, and also, he and Jess would somehow leave the same way, but now that was a crapshoot, as his plans came undone a little bit, he looked upward nervously at his only way out, only for those very fears to increase dramatically s he could see two more metal slabs slowly grew out of the ground from either side of the gaping hole, it was a bulkhead, sealing him in with the many cultists. The elevator went so far down, Rook could no longer figure out just how deep he was going, he felt like he was dropping into the pits of hell.

And then the elevator hit the ground quietly, causing all the flashing lights lining the shaft turned of at the same time, then just like the lights, all the peggies exited the vehicles and in unison marched off the platform and stood in a perfect grid in front of the lift, Rook who didn't expect the mass exodus, lagged behind by a few seconds, caught unaware and spooked by the group movement, as he marched off the platform, he couldn't help but shiver, the bunker itself was cold, freezing almost, just like the resistance's bunker, but a hell of a lot less cultist propaganda, depictions of Joseph and the Seed family could be found all throughout the bunker, along with creepy little phrases written in dark red like cull the herd and the weak have their purpose and other such things Jacob would repeatedly say.

Then a group of people emerged from a large, rounded tunnel ahead of Rook, all carrying clipboards and pushing dolleys and other devices to move what has been brought back to base, they had storage on the agenda. The new group of people then began belting out orders to groups within the people who came off the elevator via a naming convention Rook was unfamiliar with the group he hid within had groups within itself, another layer of difficulty he had to bullshit around.

Since he lagged behind on getting off the elevator, he was in the back row of the returning group, he waited until most of the people in front of him, before employing some sort of effort that got him out of this, slowly walking backwards, disappearing within the darkness and noise of the coordinated effort in front of him, thankfully no one noticed him work his way back into the rows trucks, blending in with the people moving around the truck's contents, before his group of people could be ordered around, Rook managed to get over to one of the trucks and opened the drivers cabin door, peering inside, hoping to find something worth taking deeper into the bunker. A cursory glance revealed nothing, it made Rook nervous, nervous enough to lean in for a better view, digging around for anything good. Right before he was about to give up and move to another truck, he came across something tucked between the two seats, pulling it out revealed it was a clipboard that was absolutely stuffed with all kinds of papers and documents, all foreign to Rook, but it certainly looked important enough to be brought deeper into the bunker, so Rook did as such, grabbing the thick clipboard and closed the door, then eyed everyone around him, he waited until everyone was still properly distracted with itemizing and storing everything that was brought back before he made his subtle getaway into the bunker's depths, he tucked it under his arm and began walking in a large birth around the many cultists diligently working, he just about pushed up against the room's rectangular structure, there were no doors on the rounded tunnel the people came from, it was also curving to the right so he couldn't see what was beyond the bend, but that was in only way forward.

Steeling himself for the hundredth time, he pushed himself forwards, as he slowly moved past all the people with clipboards he held his breath, fearing he'd be seen and be branded a deserter or something equally nuts, but they didn't, everyone was much too concerned with cataloging everything in the room, allowing Rook to moved deeper down the tunnel, around the bend and through a bulkhead door, as he went through, he noticed the door had a intercom and porthole window so conversation could happen without the door opening, something he needed to remember.

Going through the door, revealing a relatively normal looking bunker interior, it was what he expected if he wanted to sneak along. Taking a deep breath he limply threw the clipboard to the floor as it was now useless to him and began walking with his back perfectly straight, and confidence in his step, the shotguns butt resting in his palm as its barrel leaned against his shoulder, he tried his best to move just as everyone around him, so far he was doing it adequately so, he got a few odd looks but no one said anything, that was good enough for him.

With each step he took, the deeper he got within the snakes lair, and the further he got, the more nervous he was as the bunker quickly grew to nothing like the resistance bunker, it grew into a labyrinth of never ending twists and turns, it made his head spin to try to keep a mental note, but it ran on for to long and everything just looked the same, the same metal, concrete and buggy fluorescent lights, and as he wandered ever deeper into the bowels of the concrete jungle, he knew he was lost, he didn't plan for this to happen, he also didn't think this place would have every twist and turn labeled with arrows to easily guide people to their destination, this was an end of the world bunker, not a tourist spot.

Eventually after a lot more walking and a few flights of stairs, both up and down, he entered a large cold room it was colder then the rest of the bunker thus far, it was devoid of objects besides a very important looking and large computer console pressed up against a equally large window on the left most wall, a door positioned on the wall ahead of him and on the right most wall, one or two peggies hung around, most likely to guard whatever was going on in here or something equally important. Curious to what was going on in this large, imposing room, he walked right up to the console and window to take a gander at what was at the other side, and what he saw almost made him shit himself, he hadn't ever seen a missile silo before, but he was sure he was looking at one, the dimensions of it all looked correct, but what really tipped him off the it was a missile silo was the fact that there was an honest to God missile sitting within said silo.

"Jesus fucking Christ" Rook couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He didn't know what else to say, Eden's Gate had an honest to God, fucking missile, what kind of power did Joseph have? It made Rook, think, in the back of his mind he feared Jacob would use the missile tomorrow instead of fire bombs, he didn't believe he'd take it to such extremes as how could you possibly hid the aftermath of a missile strike.

"Pretty cool, huh?" a voice came pretty close from Rook's right.

It spooked him a little more as he didn't hear anyone approach, he quickly looked over his shoulder to see a mid sixties man was leaning in towards him with a devilish smile, his teeth were a disgusting shade of orange and smelt of formaldehyde. He must have wandered from his post over to Rook once he saw how he almost verbally freaked out.

"Apparently Commander Seed found it here when the Father claimed this place for the Project, this place used to be some sorta underground military base to be used against the ruskkies during the cold war, I guess once that whole thing blew over this place was abandoned and forgotten until the Father bought up the land this place is on, good for us in case we come up against a Flood Level Threat in the new world" the man explained, by the way he talked it sounded like he just wanted to hear himself talk, or gloat, or perhaps both.

"But I mean hey, who knows, maybe we'll have to use it before then" he shrugged disinterestedly.

"What do you mean?" Rook asked.

"Haven't you been listening to out of state radio chatter?" The older man asked with a quizzical look.

"Well that stupid orange president of the U S of A is throwing yet another temper tantrum making all these threats yadda, yadda, yadda, wanting to be king of the world and all should bow to him yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll take it all by force and the big cheese over in Russia isn't taking it lightly, now he's making big threats sayin' he's ready to put the sick dog that is America down and for some reason Korea joined in, threatening both of 'em, now the world is freaking out how things are playing out since its three superpowered babies yelling at each other" the older man explained as if he was bored.

"How long has that been going on?" Rook asked nervously

"I don't know" the older man shrugged.

"Weeks I think" he added.

"Shit" Rook muttered, hearing that the political world was heating up in a really bad way made him anxious, perhaps if they weren't fighting, maybe the president would have noticed the worst cult to ever exist was operating on home soil.

Joseph got really lucky with the timing of everything, so many things could have gone so differently, maybe this whole nightmare would have ended long ago.

"Hey, I'll catch you later, I uh, I gotta report in and all that" Rook said, hoping that meant something down here.

"Yeah I get you, see you later, pup" the man shrugged casually before walking away, going back towards whatever he was doing before he engaged Rook.

With the man now out of Rook personal space, he breathed deep a few times, trying to calm his nerves before turning his attention to the door directly across from what Rook assumed the missile launch console and sped walked through and then began wandering though more endless tunnels and corridors, peggies still eyeing him oddly as they passed, but didn't mind, he was to busy staring at the endless Eden's Gate and Joseph Seed propaganda lining the halls, no wonder the cultists were the way they were, the Seed indoctrinate was shoved down their throats every waking moment. Moving his eyes off the propaganda, Rook finally turned his attention to the soldiers also loitered around the halls, working on the bunker's upkeep, or did other tasks, or even moving in the opposite direction of Rook.

As Rook marched passed them all, he could he a few conversations about various things that's going on within Jacob's Gate, from what they said here and there, Rook could piece together that Jacob could very well be in that bunker, not only that, but he heard an her that came about once or twice, that her had to be Jess, Jacob had to be trying to pull info from her, just thinking that, made Rook fight himself to stop from running wildly through the halls, but even if no one was around, he wouldn't know where to run, it was still just endless maze of tunnel, he just continued to wander aimlessly, looking for whatever looked most like prisoner containment, he refused to ask for directions as he feared the response. As he went further down the rabbit hole, the halls eventually became more militaristic, more so then then the earlier, pro warfare areas, the walls occasionally lined with large billboard schedules of where and when daily rigorous training regiments would commence, even security got more tighter in the form of more people with bigger guns, speaking in some military speech, alpha bravo this, tango foxtrot that, it made Rook keep his head down even further, trying to be as invisible as possible, trying to avoid everyone, in his attempt to escape the vigilant eyes of Eden's Gate military force, Rook ultimately wandered into a bigger room devoid of people, it looked just like the main room back in the Resistance's bunker, the room where he planned all sorts of stuff with Eli, but it was more elaborate, more well equipped with everything one would need to stage large scale operations, and in the center of it all was a very large table with a top, it was like a flat screen tv was facing upwards with a stark blackness being displayed, on top of the darkened top table was a large sheet of through paper he saw all the time at school, it was always used in tandem with the old school projectors that teachers wrote on, in fact that was what he was looking at, the translucent paper was lined with countless black, thin columns and rows making up a large, perfect grid, in between the gridded sheet and the tv screen was a map of the Mountain region, it was war plans for the fire bombing, he had to know, he needed to see what they were planning so they could be stopped all the faster.

As Rook slowly approached the table, wary someone would question him, he noticed a big red toggle sat on the edge of the table tv thing, flicking it on caused the dirty grey light from within to turn on, displaying the glossy parchments contents in such a clear clarity, making the several man-made blue and red sharpie lines stretched across the map easily readable, with long arcing arrows, some sloppy words were written on the edges, talking about to pincer attack here, counter there, it was a well thought out strategy for the Mountain region, one that would most certainly work if the enemy was unaware of said plans. Rook didn't need to be a tactical genius to understand what he was looking at, the firebombing was going to happen tomorrow, no bones about it, people would die on mass tomorrow if he didn't act soon, the bombing was going to commence at the base of the McKinley Dam, something about that name sparked some sort of memory within Rook, something a lifetime ago about Jacob blowing the thing up and flooding something or other, whatever it was, it wasn't important enough if he couldn't remember, but there at the base of the dam, would begin a blanket of fiery explosives would rain from above like hellfire, destroying all it will touch within Hope County, then an army of people, driven mad by a supposed coming apocalypse would sweep through the burning hellscape and kill any survivors, this whole plot was insane, how could Jacob be ok with going through with this? how would he hide this from the rest of the world?

Seeing more then enough, he franticly flipped the switch back off, causing the plans to disappear then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching in silent judgment, seeing as there was still no one present, he backed away and promptly hurried out of the room, through a door on the other side of the room and deeper into the bunker yet, making sure to not let the shotgun bounce out of his hand with the speed he moved at, in the small time he had been down here, he had seen two horrifying things, the missile and the plans, this was to much for him, he needed to find Jess then get the fuck out of here, then tell everyone what he saw, hell he needed to inform the world of what was going on, this was far beyond what he could handle, hell everything he endured was far beyond is scope, he needed help, military help, a state's worth of scared civilians was not capable of stopping a army trained by a military vet.

With Rook hurrying down the deserted halls, he came to yet another bulkhead door blocking his path, two more in fact, one dead ahead and one to the right, he grabbed the large valve on the bulkhead in front of him and flexed his strength so he may turn it and in turn open the thick door, but as he tried with all his might, the valve stayed stationary and the door remained shut, it had to be locked, more then the valve, Rook guessed he had to go through the other door to his right, but before he gave up outright and move to the other door, he heard a voice.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the fabled Junior Deputy, Benjamin Rook" A voice came from the door's intercom.

Rook froze for a single second before the adrenaline came flooding in, he knew exactly who was talking, Jacob Seed. He knew the voice came from the door's intercom system, ahead of him, not bothering to keep trying to open the door again, instead he looked up at the small window in the door and sure enough Jacob's smug face was peering back at him through the porthole.

"You!" Rook growled indigently, forgetting his volume levels.

"I got to hand it to you, I expected a lot of thing from you, but sneaking your way in here… hot damn Deputy, your getting good, better than I expected" Jacob smirked through the porthole.

"Oh, I've been waiting for this you motherfucker, open this door and let's do this!" Rook challenged.

"So is Faith down here too or did you leave her somewhere while you do your work?" Jacob asked, ignoring what Rook said and not moving at muscle.

"Better question yet, is she even alive? Did you end her life once she proved useless to you? Did you leave her for dead? Or did her own ineptitude get her cut down" he asked, by the way he spoke it seemed like he didn't care what the answer was, he just wanted to hear it.

"She's alive if you even care, far from here

"Your right, I don't care, in fact, you killing her would work better for me, I can push my agenda easier" Jacob shrugged.

"How does her death help you bomb the entire county?!" Rook asked.

"It doesn't, I simply have many projects I'm working on, you and Miss Black are two of them" Jacob nodded.

"What the fuck did you do to her!?" Rook roared, pressing up against the porthole glass, it was much to thick to break, even if he shot at it.

"Calm yourself, Deputy" Jacob said evenly, holding a palm up to him as if that would do the trick.

But Rook didn't respond, he just huffed and puffed through clenched teeth as he hovered in front of the porthole, his breath lightly fogging the glass.

"I digress, like I said, your quite the interesting subject, like a while ago, I set up a little thought experiment for you, I left a awful lot of food laying around with very little men guarding it, and yet once you fought your way to it, instead of taking it, your burn it all up, why is that?" Jacob asked, showing genuine curiosity.

"I ain't falling into your little scheme, I won't take your little breadcrumbs" Rook snarled.

"Even if it means all your men starve?" Jacob questioned.

"Yes! Of course, I refuse to take hand outs via some robin hood bullshit, we'll take what we want and not fight for scraps" Rook yelled.

Jacob merely regarded Rook oddly for a few seconds, taking in what he said.

"I think your losing it Deputy, I don't see any difference between taking scraps and taking what you want, food is food, it doesn't matter how you get it, you either have it or you don't" Jacob said with a dry chuckle.

"Like you would know! You just kill and loot, who the fuck sets up a food trap like that and lets his men die?!" Rook accused the Seed.

"That's rather disappointing, I thought you had better leadership skills then this, you have so much traction with everyone" Jacob sighed, shaking his head.

"You don't fucking know me!" Rook barked, taking offense to his claims.

"You're their leader, your supposed to look out for your men, even if that means throwing away your ideals, you are only a king as long as your people let you be, if you don't take care of them, they will revolt" Jacob observed.

"They won't!" loudly countered.

"How do you know? you abandoned them for a single woman, you've been gone for days and only spend a few minutes checking in on them, then your back at it, running around, killing my men with Faith Seed, wanted dead by both sides of this war, before that you tortured them with your twisted ideas of what you thought would get you further down the line" Jacob deadpanned.

"I'm going to kick your fucking ass you fucking ginger prick, I swear to God I'll fucking end you!" Rook barked as his voice dropped into a deep gravel, heavy breathing quickly ensuing.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll try, but as interesting as that will be, we'll have to do it another time" Jacob said with an almost glib smile, he almost found the spectacle humorous.

"What's wrong, too much of a fucking coward to open the door or what? let's settle things already" Rook challenged angrily.

"No, I don't think so" Jacob replied, shaking his head.

"As much as I would like to, I want to see what your capable of, you've grown so much, I want to see how you get out of this, your far beyond enemy lines, your in their base, so now what? impress me" Jacob offered.

"I'm done playing your fucking games, I ain't doing fuck all, I'm going to do what I came her to do then I'm out" Rook snarled, pointing an angry finger at Jacob.

"Then in that case, I'd move fast if I were you" Jacob mused.

"Whys that?" Rook seethed.

"You really think I don't have any security down here, I got cameras watching every square inch, luckily I saw you on account of your oh so terrible blending in skills, I won't do anything about you as I'm curious to what you'll do next, but the security team who's about to resume watching will, if you don't hurry they'll lock this place down until your capture, so come on, run Wolf, run" Jacob said with a condescending grin.

Jacob's answer made Rook want to yell, to gnash his teeth and unload the entirety of his shotgun into the thick porthole glass, he wanted to unleash his full wrath upon the man, but as the way things stood, that day was not today, with another slur and promise of death, Rook disengaged from the man, opening the door to his right and broke out into a full sprint, luckily the hallway was completely empty, allowing him to move as fast as he wanted, but what was very, very disconcerting was that the walls, floor and ceiling were absolutely marked up by large wet, red arrows all pointing down the hall, whatever this was, it was prepared just for him, just like everything Jacob did to him, and it didn't help that the hall felt like it went on forever, like it was the longest one in the bunker, countless red arrows pointing at a door that awaited him at the other end of the hall, it was slightly ajar, and dark on the other side, whatever Jacob had in store for him, it was going to be a surprise. When Rook finally made it, he threw himself into the door, it hurt like hell on account of it being metal, but it swung open all the same, revealing the horrifying contents of the room beyond to him, the room smelled like sweat and blood, among other nose curdling odors, Rook didn't need to desperately look around for anything that would lead him to Jess, as she sat in the very center of the room, she was slumped over in a metal chair that she was tied to, it shocked and disturbed Rook to see that she was only dressed in her ratty bra and underwear, she had clearly been like that for a long time now, trying not to come to terms what happened in here, Rook ran up to the unmoving woman and crouched down next to her, lightly shaking her shoulder, and trying to get her to look at him. But she was unresponsive and very rigid, like a robot that had been powered down, she was deflated.

"Jess come on, I'm here to save you" rook said gently, hoping to God she wasn't dead.

But again, no response.

"Jess it's me Ben, your Boy Scout, let's kill Jacob and get out" Rook pleaded, trying to keep his shaking voice steady.

Still no response.

"Jess please… don't do this to me" Rook whimpered, finally fearing the worst.

"Fuck you" her tired, broken voice cracked like and old book, long forgotten being open after years of neglect.

"What?" Rook gasped lightly.

"I said fuck you, this ain't real, no way Ben got down here" She said breathlessly.

"Jess I need you to believe, I'm here and I'm getting you out of here" Rook said quickly too her tender face in his hands and made her look at him.

And what he saw wasn't kind, Jess had been broken long ago, her eyes were red from crying and had been so for a long time, heavy black bags lined her eyes as she had not sleep as much as she need too, her cheeks looked red and cracked, very sore from whatever she endure, and above all, she looked so dead inside, more then usual, whatever Jacob did, wasn't just going to fade away, this would stick with her.

"This isn't real, nothing is real but him" Jess muttered, her voice carried so much pain and fear, she was clearly referring to Jacob.

Seeing as she needed more convincing, he let go of her face, causing her head to fall forward again, he broke away from her and begun pulling at the thick, bloodied ropes that were tied far to tightly to her damaged wrists. The knots were tight but they were nothing he couldn't undo, once they were off, Rook carefully picked Jess up and got her onto her feet, even though she was standing, she swayed slightly and back was heavily hunched, she could fall down at a moments notice, it was like she was drunk.

"I even got your bow and stuff here, we're going to kill Jacob together" Rook pleaded to her, holding out the bow and quiver that he had on his back, hoping she'd take them.

Jess didn't take them at first, she just stared at the objects for a few moments as she shivered, freezing, as she looked at the item in front of her, light seemed to ignite within her eyes, life came back to her as reality kicked in, the hardened, deadened gaze began to crumple as emotion was born, everything that happened to her caught up to her all at once, tears welling up in her eyes before streaking downwards in two thick streams, as she tried to stifle her cries but was unsuccessful.

"It's ok, it's ok, I'm here, I got you, your safe now, I'm going to get you out of here" He said, comforting her, pulling her in for a close hug.

As she wept, Rook looked around the room for something to cover her in, she couldn't run around the bunker in nothing but her underwear, thankfully he spotted something worth using, it was an old milkcrate, in it her clothes had been lazily shoved in, without a care in the world, oh so carefully he pried the woman off her and retrieved her clothes and hastily held it out to her.

The second she took it, he quickly turned around so she could change in peace, once she was down, she walked around him and stood very close to him, head down and hood up. Rook didn't try to pull any pieces of conversation out of her, not now anyways, instead, he offered her the bow and quiver again and held it out to her, she stared at it for a few seconds before a faltering hand reached out and shakily took both objects, pulling them close to her, she looked down at the bow and quiver of arrows in her grip, it was like just looking at them instilled some sense of control in her, a control that bred defiance a rebellion, two staples that defined her, as a woman and a warrior.

"Let's fucking do this" Jess growled, wiping her eyes, a newfound determination burning within her.

"Good, Jacob is still down here, let's get him" Rook grinned, pumping his shotgun, priming it for speedy use.

Jess did not respond again, instead she silently hurried for the door, Rook quickly following behind, he was ready to kick ass with her, he knew she was ready to explode and take her anger out on whoever they found, he even dared not step in front of her fearing for his own safety, but as they stepped out of the room, an alarm sounded, the screeching noise accompanied with a flashing red light from the ceiling.

"Code JD repeat Code JC" a sterile, dead voice echoed out of the overhead intercom system, alerting every single person inside the bunker.

Rook and Jess certainly had their work cut out for them.