He figured there was around 15 of them, in total, and about 50 of his own men on base. He hoped they hadn't all been killed, it would take time to train more. He didn't know how 50 men could be taken out so easily, but had to admit he'd only seen a handful of them on base recently. Who knew where the other were? He remembered something vague about a training exercise for a few days. Maybe that was where they all were. He hoped so, or Jack would be in the sht. He had trained them after all. But now he was almost certain that is where they were, some desert or something learning the techniques of this, that or the other. The fact that his men may be away and not dead didn't lighten the mood, he had still been captured.
The brothers watched as the big doors were thrown open and Thomas and Lais, along with 6 other men were all marched in, hands on their heads also. At least Claudia and Sergio were safe, he knew they would be hidden in the shelter now, and would never be found. The room was silent and one of the men grabbed his radio and made an order in Spanish, which Ramon understood easily. He was ordering all of his remaining men back to the barn. At least they would know how mayn men they were up against, he thought.
The wait seemed to take forever, but in reality was merely minutes. Ramon watched as five men all dressed in black army fatigues came in the room with their weapons slung over their shoulders. He wondered for a moment where Jack was and felt a glimmer of hope. If this was all they had left he had probably took most of them out and was on his way to save them - he could get them out of this mess.
His heart sank as two more men came into the room, each holding and arm of Jacks as they dragged him into the room on his back, he was unconscious. Ramon noticed the side of his face was swollen and looked to be bruising already, and guessed that he had at least gone down fighting. He noticed the blood on his trousers and shirt remembering his injuries, no wonder he hadn't been able to save them. And from the looks of it the men hadn't been gentle with him on the journey from his house to the ranch.
Jack was laid on the floor when he felt himself slowly come around, the pain in his side waking him up. He opened his eyes and realised he was on the floor. Looking around he could see 6 of his men lined up facing the wall on their knees, all with their hands on their heads. He remembered what had happened and looked for Ramon or Hector, seeing he two not far from himself, stood facing a group of men who were huddled together talking hurriedly. They hadn't noticed he was awake, which he realised he could use to his advantage. He locked eyes with Ramon a second before closing his eyes again.
He herd movement in the barn, and then a loud voice speaking English. It was clear it wasn't his first language.
"Ramon, we was expecting better resistance than this." His crew were laughing and Jack had to fight to keep himself still, he was annoyed by the comment. Almost all of the men were away on a training course, what did they expect?
Ramon said nothing, he didn't want to aggravate them man, it would easily backfire on him. He was in no position to shoot off his mouth.
"I was disappointed, when I got here. I herd so much about this cartel, with its army of men, but they all surrendered like pussies. And then I found this man, whom has been praised highly around Mexico and your cartel for his skills. Look at him." The group laughed as he pointed at Jack, before the man continued. "He was asleep when we got there, and he put up no fight! This cartel is a joke." He put an emphasis on his point by waking over and kicking Jack in the back.
Jack chose this as his chance and spun round as the mans foot came away from his back. This shocked the man who didn't expect anything from Jack, and as he felt his leg pulled out from beneath him, and he fell crashing to the ground. Before any of the men had time to react he had snatched his gun and had it held strongly against his head.
"Drop your weapons now or your leader gets a hole through his head." He instructed clearly. He knew they would obey, they were amateurs and would be lost without this so called leader. Jack looked up at the Salazar's who were stood impressed, but still nervous. They weren't out of the water yet. Still, like clockwork, each other the seven men threw their weapons away, and complied as Jack ordered them to get on the floor face down with their hands behind their heads. Another nod from Jack told his men and the Salazar's to collect the discarded weapons and take control.
The brothers walked around ordering their own men to restrain the other men as they did, along with the leader. Jack was helped to his feet by Hector, now feeling the pain. He had felt numb before thanks to his adrenaline rush but now it was over the pain was back. He hobbled out of the room clearly in agony and Hector helped him to the next room inside the barn where he laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes and wished he was anywhere but here now. A hospital with access to the morphine machine would be good, he thought. Hector watched worried, he could see how much pain he was in, and knew he was having trouble staying conscious alone.
Ramon came into the room and told the two that they were ready to get rid of the men. Jack understood by Ramons grin and stare at him that he was being given the chance to kill whomever he wanted to, but he wasn't in the mood.
"Do what you want Ramon, I'm going to sit this one out." He muttered, now holding a handkerchief to stop the blood coming from the back of his head. He had only just realised it was bleeding, thanks to the man who had smacked him on the back of his head with a gun.
"The men are watching... are you sure?" Ramon asked, he too understood how the men had to see Jack as their leader. If he didn't get revenge on these men they may think of him as weak.
Jack looked to be lost in thought for a while, before finally coming to a decision. "Do me a favour. Go get me that big arehole who knocked me out, you'll know who I mean. Bring him in hear, and the rest of my men."
Ramon smiled happily and went off, returning later with the whimpering man and his remaining five men who crowded into the room eager to watch. Jack was now sat up on the end of the bed and took the gun Ramon handed him.
He cocked it and stared at the man for a minute as the tension built through the silence. Once more minute and Jack finally spoke.
"You should not have fuked with me."
He raised the gun and fired two shots quickly. The man fell to the floor dead with half of his face gone. He looked around at his men and smiled, before tossing the gun to one of them.
"Have fun boys." He said, before laying back down on the bed. The men understood his intention and filled out of the room excited, two stopping to remove the dead body. Ramon laughed and clapped Jacks shoulder before leaving, but Hector stayed put to speak to Jack, he was still worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked carefully. He knew how Jack would react, he did not like people worrying over him.
"Sure." He muttered, he just wanted to sleep.
"I called Gregory to come over."
"There's no need."
"Why?" Hector asked.
"Because, he can't do anything to fix it." He said closing his eyes and hoping Hector would get the message and leave him alone.
Hector looked around nervous for a moment, before speaking. "I have something that will take the pain away, give you a good nights sleep." He looked at Jack quizzically until Jack understood what he was implying.
"I told you from the get go I'm not touching any of that crap."
"I know Jack, but you won't be using it like the others. Just until you recover. Your pretty useless like this and in pain, and this can end that! Once your better, just stop. Me and Ramon can help you with that. I spoke to him about it and he seemed okay with the idea. Come on Jack, what would we gain from getting our top man addicted to a drug? We will do this for your own benefit, until your better, then help you stop. It will not be hard anyway."
Jack looked at him for a moment, he was right he, could stop after he was better. He was just so tired but knew the pain wouldn't let him sleep. He looked down at the floor for a moment wondering if he was opening up one huge can of worms. "Okay." He whispered.
Hector went away and returned later with the things needed. He set it all out and showed Jack what to do, and even pushed the needle into the vein for him. He glanced at Jack once more who seemed to be holding his breath. "Remember, after your healed, you off it. No problem."
After getting the nod from Jack he pushed down on the plunger.
Jack felt the liquid enter his body and relaxed immediately. It felt as though all of the blood was rushing to his head. He closed his eyes and felt as though he was flying, soaring through the air at a hundred miles an hour. He couldn't explain how he felt, it was like he was experiencing every emotion at once. He was invincible, unstoppable. He fell to sleep wrapped up in the feeling of pure joy, mixed in with numbness, No more pain, no more memories, no more nightmares. He didn't realise he was grinning, he had just found happiness, he thought, as he drifted away.