They dragged him into the back of the plane. It was a small room that had a door leading to the luggage hold. They dragged him to the back wall and untied his restraints on his wrists. One man was working on Jack and two more men were standing in the room with guns pointed at Jack's chest. Jack quickly looked over the man that was untying his restraints and realized that he carried no weapons. They were very careful when they were around him. There was a little hook about a foot over Jack's head. His captors quickly handcuffed him and tied his handcuffs to this hook. Jack was sitting against the wall; the hook was a bit too high up so he was very uncomfortable. Aaron, the guard in charge, cut off his leg restraints. Jack decided to change positions so he wasn't so uncomfortable. Aaron saw his movements and immediately kicked Jack in the broken rib. Jack screamed in pain.

He grabbed Jack by the hair to get his attention. "You will sit on your bum, Jack. If you move we'll hurt you. Got it?"

Jack knew the game well. He was tired so he decided to obey them. He nodded his head to show that he would play along. The guards decided Jack was under control so they sat down and buckled their seat belts. Apparently they had prepared the plane for their prisoner. Soon, the plane was in the air.

About 30 minutes later, Jeff came in the back room. The guards had left their prisoner alone since liftoff and Jack was thankful. He had been tortured for the past 10 hours and it was starting to take its toll on him. He was still very uncomfortable but at least they had not tied him with barbed wire and had not beaten him since getting on the plane.

Jack started to prepare himself for what he knew was coming when he saw the door open. Jeff was back to torture him some more. If they didn't let up, he would be dead before arriving in L.A. Jeff barely looked at Jack and went to speak to the guards. They were all seated in their seats. They carried on a conversation that Jack could not understand over the noise of the engines. One guard left and Jeff came and stood at Jack's feet. He was studying his prisoner. The man was a sight: he was covered in cuts and bruises, his ankles and wrists were still bleeding and his breathing was labored. He was in evident pain.

He turned to his men and said: "Clean him up a bit. Give him water and drug him. He needs to rest. We can't deliver him to Joe dead."

The men obeyed.