Flint groaned as he woke up and looked around the dark, dank room he was in. There was some sort of helmet on the floor. A machine that was sparking was up against the wall behind a prison style bed with a disgusting looking mattress. Flint pulled himself up off the floor slowly. His head felt like he had been in a head on collision with a Mack truck. Once he was on his feet he had to steady himself as dizziness overwhelmed him.
"I must have been captured," Flint said to himself as he continued to look around the room. There were no windows and the walls were damp. It reminded him of a dungeon from a cheesy romance novel. There was a lone door with a barred window with no glass. "Why couldn't they have killed me?" Flint asked, his depression still prominent in his thoughts. "I could be with her now if they would just get it over with."
Flint heard shouting and the distinct sound of close quarters combat. He figured his team was there to rescue them. He knew he didn't deserve their loyalty to him. He had treated them all badly since Lady Jaye's death.
The sound of fast paced footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. He looked up to see the very familiar face of Scarlett looking through the window. "I found him!" she yelled as she tried the keys they had just taken off the guard. As she continued to work on the lock, many of the team gathered around her. After several tries she finally managed to find the key that disabled the lock and the electrical system to the door. "Come on, we don't have much time," Scarlett ordered. "We need to get you out of here."
The trip up from the dungeon Flint was held in was not as eventful as the trip down; they had taken out most of the enemy on the way down. The few they did come across were taken out swiftly and easily. Flint was still in a daze when they got to the surface. Duke was standing by the waiting Tomahawk and gestured for them to hurry. Once all were on board Wild Bill took off. Duke looked at his long time friend. "We have been looking for you for a long time old buddy."
"H…how long?" Flint asked through the hands that were covering his face, as he leaned forward against them trying desperately to clear his head.
"Six months," Duke answered as he put his hand on Flint's shoulder.
Flint looked up at Duke. "Six months?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah Dash. The Red Shadows have had you that long."
TO BE CONTINUED…
