They both finished and walked back to their tents. Jack said good night and continued to his tent. He sat down at the table and looked at the tent wall as the memories of Nightfall came back, all the dead bodies, the blood, and the smell of burning flesh so real as if he were there again. He was so far out of it he never heard the man enter his tent.

The man walked over and tapped his shoulder. Jack jumped up turning around ready to fight thinking one of Drazen's men had caught up with him in the woods, but instead there was a huge African American Sgt standing in front of him with the MP ban around his arm. "Sorry sir." The man said noticing Jack's state.

"What do you want?" Jack said agitated that he had saw him in that state.

"I heard you were here to investigate who leaked about those people."

"Yes do you have any information on it?" Jack asked noticing how nervous the man now looked.

"I might. But not here. Meet me at the front gate in ten minutes. Don't tell anyone you are meeting with me. You can't trust anyone." The man said walking out of the tent quickly.

Jack thought about stopping by Captain Trisha (I KNOW I FUDGE AND DID"T GIVE HER A NAME EARLIER STILL WORKING ON JACK"S DAD"S NAME) tent to tell her he was leaving, but the man told him not to trust anyone, and that included the man too. But his gut told him there was a lot more going on here than he knew, and so he went along with the man. He jammed his hands into his pocket and walked through the cold night towards the front gate. The men at the gate already knew who he was and asked, "Going out sir?"

"Yeah were is there a good spot to get some decent alcohol?" Jack asked standing by the gate waiting for it to open.

"Little America two blocks down." One of the men answered.

"Thanks." He walked out the gate after it opened. He moved a few yards down and heard someone fall in behind him. Jack didn't bother to turn around he kept walking.

The man from his tent said, "Keep walking to where they told you and than turn into the small alley behind it."

"What's all this about?"

"When we get there."

"You expect me to trust you."

"No that's why you have your gun still on you." The man said noticing the small piece Jack hid in the small of his back earlier when he walked into the tent.

Jack had almost forgotten about it he never remembered the piece until he got undressed at night, dressed in the morning or needed it. But he found it interesting the man had picked it up earlier. Jack reached the small alley and walked to the end like he was instructed. "So what's this all about?"

"I know who leaked the information."

"How?"

"I work with them."

"But how do you know?"

"They'd be the only ones. They are racist."

Jack almost laughed but listened.

"No seriously."

"How did they stay in than? And how did you find out and how do you work with them?"

"They aren't open about it at work, but I share a room with some of them and they have this little group. They've been weapons to the small uprising left, in exchange for drugs and other stuff."

Jack listened not sure if he believed it yet, but it seemed probable.

"I don't know how high or how many of them are, but they had to be the ones. I've heard them before, making plans. I followed a few of them one day, and I saw them meeting with some of the known left over fighters."

Jack was getting ready to ask him another question when a group of men appeared at the end of the alley they came in at. "DO you know another way out?" Jack asked looking but only seeing the wall behind him.

The man went for the door, but a shot rang out taking his kneecap out. Jack looked back down but they were covered head to toe in black with ski mask over their face and he couldn't tell if their faces were painted. Jack stood still with his arms at his side thinking about reaching for the gun.

The men got close and three of them kept their gun trained on Jack, and the other one kept his gun on the man lying on the ground. "What did you tell him?" One asked in a gruff voice.

"Nothin. We were just chatting about the cubs." The man said holding his knee cap.

"Sure you were." The man fired a round that went through the man's head killing him.

Jack stared at the men expecting the end of his life soon. Jack slowly reached behind his back for the gun when one of them noticed, "I wouldn't do that if you want to live Jack."

Jack stopped reaching and the man that killed the man on the ground said, "Turn around put your hands on the wall and spread your feet. You should know the position from both sides."

Jack complied with the order and he stood still as he felt a man search him for any weapons finding both the knife he kept and his gun. The man threw the gun under the big garbage can and studied the knife. It was the same type of knife Jack had taken of Ted Coffel. He put the knife in his own pocket and shook his head at the man that Jack assumed was a commanding officer of some sort.

Jack stayed in the position and he could sense the man approaching him. The man whispered in his ear, "I'd quit trying so hard Jack. As a matter of fact I'd just stay here for a few weeks enjoy the drinks, and maybe that nice little JAG lady, but I wouldn't try hard on investigating the case. If you know what is good for you."

Jack didn't answer him he just started at the wall. The man holstered his gun and sent a hard right punch into Jack's kidney. Jack fell against the wall crying out in pain. The man threw a combination of punches all hitting Jack in the kidneys. When he finished he let Jack crumple to the ground and kneeled down whispering to Jack again, "I'd take my advice." He stood up again and kicked Jack in the head making Jack's head bounce off the wall, sending Jack into an unconscious state.

"Grab the body." He said looking down at the crumpled man on the ground, "Thos delta people are pussy's." He joked kicking Jack in the ribs to make sure Jack was unconscious.

The men grabbed the dead African American and carried him down the alleyway. The looked out into the deserted street and quickly ran to the Jeep throwing the body in the back. The commanding officer ordered, "Take the body and burn it."

A man came out the back of little America looking to take a piss as the bathrooms were all occupied. He saw the man lying on the ground and walked over stumbled over more like it. He knelt down and felt the man's pulse. "Hey buddy you ok?" He asked in a thick southern accent that got worse as he got drunker. "I'll go get some help."

He rushed around the front as the back door was locked. He found some men and they came around the alleyway thinking the man was just seeing stuff until they say the man laying on the ground. They rushed over to him and scratched their heads. One man that was sober enough to think ran towards the MP station at the front of the base and got one of them to come back with a medical kit and a Jeep. The MP knew who Jack was and tried to wake him by shaking him, when that did work he used a capsule to wake him.

Jack came around confused and his head pounding. He blinked a few times and tried to ignore the throbbing in his head, ribs, and lower back.

"Sir what happened?" The MP asked looking at Jack.

Jack sat up slowly and looked over where the dead man had been laying he was gone. "What happened to the big African American that was lying there dead?"

"Sir no one was here." The man said looking at Jack thinking he just passed out and hit his head on the wall.

"NO there was a guy there." Jack said confused his head pounding.

The drunk southern said, "no one was there when I came out." Slurring his words to the point he was almost not understandable.

The MP helped Jack up and said, "Let's take you to the medical tent you look like you could use some stitches. Then we can take a report on it."

Jack moved over to the Jeep his leg's a little wobbly. The MP drove him to the medical tent. The doctor studied the bruises on Jack's back and said, "It's going to hurt but looks like nothings broke. You need a few stitches though." The man said mercilessly prodding the cut on Jack's head.

He sewed it up and said, "Take two aspirin and if anything goes wrong call me in the morning I'm going to bed."

Jack walked out of the medical tent. He spent an hour going over what happened leaving out what the man had told him saying the man never got a chance, and when he described the man the MP said, "That would be James probably. Yo Nick go check James's room. Sir we'll look into it and get a report to you tomorrow."

Jack thanked him and walked back to his tent. His kidneys were still screaming out in pain. When he walked by Trisha tent she came out worried, "I heard a nasty rumor, but it seems it was true. Are you ok?"

"Peachy." Jack said continuing walking towards his tent. She walked in and watched as he lay down on the bed growling in pain as his bruised back and kidneys sent waves of pain through his body.

"I"ll get you an aspirin I have a few." She said walking out and returning with an Aspirin. She asked him what happened and Jack told her the story also leaving out what the man told him he now knew he couldn't trust anyone out there except Jen.

"Interesting I've never heard of the group you speak of. They killed him?"

"Yeah." Jack said closing his eyes.

"Seems you got lucky again."

"Yeah." Jack sat up and said, "Excuse me I'm going to go take a shower where are they at?"

"Down at the end of the tents here on the right. That's the men's latrine."

"Thank you." Jack grabbed some clothes and a towel. He walked inside and it was empty. He noticed blood when he took a piss and took note if it didn't subside by tomorrow he'd go see the doctor again, it wasn't the first time in his life he pissed blood, and something told him it wouldn't be the last either. He took a shower enjoying the warm water while it lasted. Once the water got to cold for him to take he got out and dried off quickly dressing and walking back to the tent. He stripped down to his boxers placing his shoes upside down by the head of his bed and found his field weapon in the trunk. He loaded it and set it next to his shoes. He closed the door of the tent and turned the lantern out. He lay down pulling the covers over him and closed his eyes knowing his dreams would be haunted tonight, as he was back in hell again.