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Chapter 16: Bring On The Pain
Ghost couldn't recall what happened after the meeting with Ogdashloo and Colbere, only that they had gone back to the room when it was done. Then he'd felt a sharp sting at the back of his neck and everything went black.
Now, Ghost found himself coming back to consciousness with a groan. He took a moment to get his barings. He was on his back, on the floor of some kind of room, which was almost pitch black save for one light-bulb, and he didn't have a shirt on. Two individual groans also told him that Mojave and Nighthawk were in here with him.
" Man, they weren't kidding when they said the program starts imediately." Thought Ghost flatly.
Ghost pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around until he could just make out the shapes of his two fellow operatives.
" Nighthawk, Mojave, Wake up!" He said loudly as he crawled over to the two other men and shook them none too gently.
" Hey lay off hermano." Whined Mojave.
" Where are we?" Asked a still groggy Nighthawk.
" You are in my classroom Gentlemen." Came a new voice. The three men looked up to see a very evil looking individual step into the light.
" What are you gonna teach us Sir?" Drawled Ghost.
" I will be teaching you boys how to survive the worst methods of tourture, and belive me, it will take all that you have not to crack once I start." Said the unknown man.
" By the way, I am Lieutenant Harry Oswald, but at the end of this program, you'll most likely be reffering to me using every single profanity from all the languages you were requires to learn when you first became Operatives." Said Oswald.
" What's first on the agenda?" Asked Mojave.
" Shock resistance." Said Oswald simply.
No sooner had these words been spoken, men clad in black materialized from the shadows and pounced on the three unarmed men.
Ghost struggled against his captors as they roughly shoved him into a chair of some kind and strapped him in tightly. From what he could tell, Mojave and Nighthawk were getting the same treatment.
" This is gonna hurt." Came a whisper from the darkness before Ghost felt the unearthly burn of a taser onto his naked flesh.
" OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!" He yelled. But mercifully, the pain only lasted a few seconds.
Ghost winced when two more screams filled the air.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"- Nighthawk.
" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAAAAARRRRRRRIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAA!"- Mojave.
" It goes higher and longer from here on in. Try not to crack, see you infive hours." Came Oswald's voice before the three operatives heard a door open and close.
" Terrific." Though Ghost as his unknown torturer moved in yet again.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Don Eppes almost dropped his mug of coffee as a searing hot pain spread across his chest.
" Don!" Asked Colby in concern as he gripped his fellow agent's arm, David and Megan also running up to him.
After a few seconds, the pain faded.
" I'm okay guys, I'm okay." Said Don.
" Don, what just happened?" Asked Megan as Don sat down at his desk.
" I don't know what that was, one second I'm having coffee, the next, it feels like my chest is on fire." Answered Don as he absently rubbed his chest, over his heart.
" Don, I think maybe you should see a doctor, it never hurts to be careful." Said Megan hopefully.
" Maybe I will, right now, let's get back to work." Said Don as he turned back to his computer. His team did the same and returned to their desks.
As he sat and typed on his keyboard, a pair of deep brown eyes flashed through Don's mind.
" Charlie, where are you buddy?" He thought.
Maybe it was a small mercy that Don didn't know where Charlie was at this very moment, and just how much pain his baby brother was enduring.