Decided to post another chapter to let you all know this story IS NOT dead. :D

Three Hours Later

As Walker's mind slowly came out of the fog the first thing that he felt was a slight sway. He groaned as he tried to move his arms to only find he couldn't. What the hell had happened to him? Ever so slowly he opened his eyes to see a metallic floor beneath him. Where the hell was he? Before he could get a look around he felt somebody grab hold of his arms and pull him into a sitting position.

"I see you're awake." Said a man in a red ski-mask. "I need you to get changed."

Another man held a gun to Walker's head as the one with the ski-mask cut his hands free. Then a third man handed him a pair of navy blue sweat pants and a light blue t-shirt. Without asking any questions Walker started to take off his clothes, unsure as to why he was doing so. Once he had his jeans off he put on the sweat pants which were fleeced lined. At least he'll stay warm wherever the men were taking him to.

After he took off his jacket he felt a slight breeze to the back of his neck as though his hair had been trimmed. He reached up to feel just a little bit of fuzz on the top of his head. When did these men shave his head? As to what purpose did they do so?

"You'll be very thankful we did that. Now, finish getting changed." Said the man in the ski-mask.

Once Walker had taken off the last of his clothes he watched on as the third man rifled through his wallet. He pulled out all the bills, twenty-two dollars in total then took out Walker's ID. After another quick search he then pulled out one of three pictures tucked away inside his wallet.

"Keep this on you at all times." The man handed Walker a picture of his daughter which he quickly put inside a pocket of the sweatpants. "It'll keep you sane."

The man with the ski-mask handed Walker a navy blue, pullover hooded sweatshirt. "Once you put that on, we're going to switch vehicles."

"Why are you doing this?" Walker glanced around at his captors, who all wore colored ski-masks to hide their faces. "I'm retired, I've not done a case in over five years."

"You will see soon enough." The man with the ski-mask sat and watched as Walker put on the sweatshirt. After he did so, he let out a deafening whistle. "Time to switch up." He turned to Walker. "Once again, you'll be tranquilized. The trip will be much easier and less stressful if you were not awake for it."

Walker quickly shook his head. "No, you are not drugging me again." As one of the men grabbed his left arm, Walker started to pull it away. "What do you want with me?"

Red ski-mask man shook his head. "Shoot him."

"No!" Walker began to fight the man's grip on his arm even after he was shot with a tranquilizer. "Please, I have a daughter." His voice began to fade. "Why…"

As the ex-Ranger passed out Banes checked his pupils with a pinpoint flashlight. "He's out cold." He shook his head. "Okay, tie him up and make sure we have plenty of oxygen. Don't want him suffocating before we get there."

Walker Ranch

The property had been searched numerous times and still no sign of Walker. Alex sat in the living room with her husband's cowboy hat in her hands. She would occasionally lift the brim to her nose and take in Walker's scent. Will he ever be found safe? Was it a coincidence that Gage disappeared on the same day? Are both the men's disappearances connected somehow?

Jimmy sat down next to her with a cup of coffee which he offered to Alex. "Sydney is sleeping in the guest bedroom. As for Meaghan, she's on the back porch with Joshua. Poor kid, he's only four. He doesn't understand why his father isn't home."

Alex gratefully took the coffee from her friend. "It's hard for anybody." She sighed heavily then took a sip of the warm, bitter liquid. "Just wish I knew what had happened. Usually I have an idea of who took him. This time, I don't." She held back the tears that threatened to come. "He's retired, this shouldn't be happening."

"We'll find him and Gage soon." Jimmy gave her a big hug. "Whoever took them will slip up eventually." He pulled away from her to get a look out the large front window. "Wherever they may be at, I just hope they're safe."

Somewhere on the Road

As his mind slowly came to the first thing that greeted Gage was something cool blowing against his face. He took a deep breath and the familiar scent of oxygen hit his senses. Was he in the hospital? Did he wreck his car on the way to work this morning? He tried to move, but found he couldn't move his arms or legs. This got him really scared till a sharp pain in his foot made him grimace. Okay, so he had feeling in his legs, but why couldn't' he move them? He tried once more and got the same pain. So, his feet had fallen asleep which meant they had lost circulation.

He cringed once again as he shifted his weight, but couldn't get comfortable. After several seconds he decided to relax and allow his brain to figure out what had happened to him. One minute he was driving to work and the next he found himself here. Where was here? He finally decided to open his eyes and when he did all he could see was darkness.

"Okay, Gage. What the hell happened to you?" His voice didn't carry very far which told him he was in a very small, confined area. He tried to move his hands and found they were tied behind his back. One quick movement of his right fingers told him he no longer wore his wedding band. "Okay, I possibly have been kidnapped. Think, Gage. What case could lead to this?" But his foggy brain couldn't think of anything right away.

He didn't get a lot of time to think when a sudden jolt made him slide painfully against something metallic. What the hell just happened? He strained to hear anything, but the only sound was his own breathing and the oxygen tank hidden somewhere in his tiny cell. The click of metal latches told him something was being opened near him. What the hell was he in? Who had taken him?

"Hopefully he made it through transport just fine. Been about five hours." A male voice said very close to Gage's head. "And to think, there is still another five hours to go before we get to our destination. You think he will cooperate?"

"He better, or we will make sure he does." Said another male voice, this one with an east coast accent.

Light came through a tiny crack above Gage's head and he shifted his weight just enough to get a better view of what was to happen. He squinted as the lid to his prison was pried open revealing a light so bright, Gage had to squint.

"Get up!" Hands grabbed hold of his arms and pulled upwards. "We're moving you to a van. No funny business or we will kill your wife and kids."

The oxygen mask was ripped from his face as Gage shakily stood to his feet. Once he was standing he saw the back of a pickup and realized he had been inside a tool chest. With the men's help he climbed out of the chest and onto the pickup's bed.

"You will be allowed one bathroom break. Let's go." A man in a blue ski-mask motioned for him to start walking. "You have another five hours before final destination."

Gage jumped off the tailgate, nearly collapsing as his legs buckled underneath him. "Who are you guys?"

"Just get moving." The man pushed him forward. "We have a schedule to keep."

After Gage used the restroom he was led to an unmarked van where he was told to get inside. Once in, his right ankle was secured by a chain attached to the floor. His hands were again cuffed, but this time in the front. One of the men, this one wearing a red ski-mask put a ball cap on Gage's head and pulled it down till it sat low on his head. Gage could feel the cap rubbing against his scalp which meant his hair had been shaved off. Why did they do that for?

"Here's some food." Red ski-mask handed him a brown paper bag. "Eat up."

Fort Worth, Texas

Company B Headquarters was the busiest Trivette has seen it for awhile. All around him many Texas Rangers along with the FBI walked from room to room as more cases of missing people came in. So far there have been thirty men who have disappeared from either work or their homes this morning alone. The strangest part about it, most of them were from different states, but vanished roughly around the same time. What was going on? Were all the cases connected somehow?

Agent Carter stepped up to him with a shake of his head. "Ranger Walker and Gage are the only police officers that went missing in the last week. All the other men range from convicted criminals to law abiding citizens." He gave Trivette a typed up sheet. "Most of the missing are from the southern states. However, men disappeared from Joplin, Missouri; Iowa City, Iowa; and Hamilton, Nebraska." He shook his head. "Not sure if they are connected just yet, but I have a feeling they are."

Trivette stopped to scan the list. "Hey, I know one of these names." He pointed to a man missing from Oklahoma. "I meant Jacob Hill a few years ago when his martial arts school fought against some of the Kickstart students at a tournament." His eyes got really wide at the sudden realization of what he held in his hands. "No, not again."

He quickly made his way to his office where he sat down at his computer. With the list next to his keyboard he began to do an internet search on the first five names on the list. After just ten minutes he found that all but one either owned or was an instructor at a martial arts school. After checking other names at random he found the same thing applied to several of the missing men including Walker.

"I have a feeling that an illegal fighting ring is going down somewhere." Trivette rubbed his face then started to write notes on the list of names. "We need to keep an eye out for any underground cage fights."

Carter shook his head. "That's real risky. You will need a doctor on staff, facilities for the fighters and a place big enough to hold the fights." He leaned against Trivette's desk. "Guess we can start looking at places that fit the description, but this is a big nation. They could be anywhere by now."

"It's a start." Trivette sighed heavily. "Let's just hope we find them soon."

Unknown Place Five Hours Later

The feeling of being carried is what awoke Walker with a start and he snapped his eyes open to see ground moving below him. How long had he been out for? Judging by the headache which throbbed with each beat of his heart, it had been awhile. He began to struggle against his restraints which instantly got whoever was carrying him to stop.

"He's awake." A voice said as movement started once again. "Don't fight. We're almost at check in."

Walker allowed the men to carry him for quite a distance till he was abruptly dropped. He winced at the sudden jolt then lifted his head to see a table and chair. The rope was cut from his wrists and ankles as men pulled him into a standing position.

"Sit down, now!" Walker was pushed into the chair with enough force to nearly rock it backwards. "Obey, the doctor. Answer all of his questions honestly."

A young man sat at the table with a folder in his hands. "Okay, I need to take a blood sample. We will do this every week to make sure you didn't catch anything." He ripped open a needle then nodded at Walker. "Take off your hoody." After Walker did what he was told, the doctor grabbed his arm and tightly tied a rubber tube around it. "This will only take a minute."

Walker grimaced as the needle pierced his skin and went into his vein. Why did he have to give blood? After the doctor got what he needed he pulled the needle out then told Walker to hold gauze over the wound. He peered over at the folder to see not his name, but a series of numbers. Where the hell was he at?

"Okay, full name. Date of birth."

"Cordell Nathaniel Walker. March fifteenth, nineteen forty-six."

The doctor jotted down the information given to him by Walker. "I have a series of questions I'm going to ask you. If you don't cooperate, I will ask them to restrain you."

After what seemed like several minutes of questions Walker was made to stand once more. The men escorted him to a bare wall where a man with a yellow ski mask took his picture. His hands were then cuffed and he was escorted down a large hall till he got to a door with a number five painted on it.

"This will be your home." The door opened and Walker could see an average size room with two sets of bunk beds, three high lined against one wall. "Stick out your hands." Once the cuffs were off the man pushed inside. "There should be a bed with a folder on it. That will be yours for your stay here."

Walker grabbed his hoody from the man before the door was closed, locking him inside. He went bunk to bunk till he finally found the one with a folder on it. Great, they had put him in one of the middle ones. He took note of the small locker at the head of the bed and upon opening it, he found all the basics he needed. There was deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush and a bar of soap. Well, whoever kidnapped him apparently wanted him and possibly others to take care of themselves. That was a good sign.

He threw his hoody down on his bed then went to sit at a small table. Here he found several out dated magazines, most of them home and garden types. So, this was his life now. But for how long and why was he even here?

The door abruptly opened and in walked a young man with a shaved head. After the captor spoke to him he turned to Walker with fear in his eyes. The door was once again closed leaving the two alone together.

Walker slowly got up and went to the young man. "Name is Walker."

"Joseph." He shook Walker's hand then proceeded to examine the beds till he found his. It ended up being the top bunk on the other set of bunks. "Do you know what's going on here?"

"Not really sure, just yet." Walker turned as the door opened and two more men came into the room. "I have a feeling it might be an illegal fight ring."

One of the new men went to Walker's bunk and claimed the bottom one. "Where are you all from?" He laid down on his bunk, his legs crossed. "Name is Patrick, I'm from Galveston, Texas."

The other man waved at them. "Name is Theo, from Jacksonville, Mississippi."

Joseph sat down at the table and shook his head. "I'm Joseph, from Joplin, Missouri."

Walker quickly studied the men to see they all ranged in height and body build. Joseph, the smallest and possibly the youngest. Theo, a very large black man, who could easily pass a linebacker in a football team. And Patrick, was extremely tall and very lean. The door once again opened ushering in two more men. One of the men appeared to be Hispanic, his frame short but very powerful and the other, a middle age man with a slight limp and a pudgy stomach. If this was indeed a fighting ring, whoever was running it definitely had weight classes in mind.

"Hey, what's your name!" Shouted Theo, snapping Walker from his thoughts.

"Walker, from Fort Worth, Texas." He quickly noted that everybody wore the same colors. Interesting, wonder if that met this room was one team. "What are your two names?"

The Hispanic patted his chest. "Hector Nunez, from Pablo, Texas."

"John Summers, Phoenix, Arizona." He went to Walker's bunk then groaned as he saw he got the top bed. "This should be fun."