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A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. Thanks to Betherdy Babe for beta.

Kate was slowly being pulled out of her near catatonic state after seeing and hearing her father by the constant pain from Zandar's grip on her arm and the pain in her head from getting slapped. She knew it was going to leave a bruise, but she wouldn't cry out again. Considering they just tore down all the beliefs she held during her life, giving in to their physical domination of her was too much for the stubborn woman to do.

Memorizing the way back to the cellblock focused her mind on something other than her fear that Zandar would give in to his lust for her or the unfathomable knowledge that her father was alive and had never come for her. I must let those soldiers out.

She kept track of the turns they took and counted how many guards she saw, which was relatively easy because there weren't many guards around. It appeared the four faceless guards, two of whom where accompanying her and Zandar to the holding area, were the only heavily armed men there. There were many men dressed similar to Zandar with a handgun, knife or machete as weapons and ragged clothing. She came to the conclusion that his brother, probably controlled the operation. He seemed annoyed when my… when the General said he hoped he had killed his brother. Looks like he gets no guards and lousy communications equipment if I knocked it out that easily.

"Zandar to the control room," a voice barked over a speaker.

"Excellent," he muttered. "They must have fixed it." Turning to Kate and shaking her one last time by her arm, he said, "I'll be back once I ensure everything is working properly."

Kate looked blankly at him. "You heard what the General said. He'll never negotiate, he'll just kill you."

Before she could react, she was bodily pressed against the closest wall. Zandar's face was inches from hers. "Then I better extract some pleasure before my death," he said as he ran his free hand down her cheek, over her shoulder and down her chest.

Kate wanted to vomit at his touch and fetid breath. Taking all her strength to show no weakness, she merely glared at him. Clenching her teeth as he pressed firmly against her, she kept from spitting in his face.

"Breaking you will be my pleasure," he said and leaned forward, lapping her cheek.

The young woman was so disgusted; she had to try to get away. Her knee came up quickly between his legs, but he must have expected it for he moved away causing her to lose her balance. Zandar stepped back quickly causing her to fall and catch herself on arms that already hurt.

His laughter echoed in the room. "I see you have some of your father's warrior spirit. I won't leave too many bruises, unless you fight back. It can be our little secret." The look he shot her made her silently vow to kill herself with the screwdriver if it seemed like he was going to touch her again.

After she regained her feet, a large grey door leading into one last room before the cellblock stood in front of her. Kate realized if she wanted to try to free the soldiers, she needed to get ready. Once through the door, there was a general holding area and the door into the cellblock housing the soldiers. I need to get away from these guys and pull that lever to dart into the other room. All the cell levers are on the left, inside the door.

Reaching into her pocket and taking a deep breath to clear her head, Kate stepped through the door between the two guards. Neither grabbed her to make her walk, so she tried to hold her head up and continue to look blankly. Her brain was not blank. The large lever on the wall to her right seemed to call to her. I only need to pull it and get into the room. The element of surprise. She thought of all the war and cop shows she watched growing up. I can do this.

One guard stopped to close the door behind them while the other walked toward the mechanism for the cellblock. Show time. Kate took one more breath, pulled the screwdriver from her pocket, having no idea what to do with it except having something to grip made her feel better, and ran.

Surprise was in her favor as the guard she passed paused momentarily. The one at the door yelled, "Get her!"

She lunged for the lever and felt a moment of joy as she heard the mechanism begin to click under pressure from her outstretched hand and saw the door in her peripheral vision begin to open. The joy was quickly lost when a vice-like grip closed on her left forearm causing her to drop the screwdriver and cry out. The pain did not lessen as her arm was ripped backwards, followed by the rest of her body. The force of the guard sent her flying backwards and smacking into the wall behind them.

"Wha…" the guard who threw her started, only to be knocked onto his back.

Kate's arm felt like it was on fire and that it had been ripped from her socket. Screaming in agony when she tried to push herself up, she felt tears of pain cascade down her cheeks as her vision dimmed. Can't pass out. Can't pass out. Need to tell them what's going on. This desire to pass on what she knew focused her attention on the men in the room with her.

A roar sounded through the holding area as Kate saw a blur that was black on top with camouflage pants fly across the room into the guard standing next to her. The soldier hit the Neo-Viper in the abdomen driving him into the door, where they crumpled to the floor. The Neo-Viper had been in the process of pulling his gun up when the soldier crashed into him, so the man grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it down.

Kate noticed three other figures coming through the door. The tears and pain caused her vision to blur, so it was hard to tell who was doing what. One of them kicked the first guard in the head, knocking him back as he tried to get off the floor, and jumped on top of him. The guard had his arms pinned at his sides by the soldier's knees, so he could not stop the attack easily. A second figure, also with a black t-shirt, stooped down on the floor and picked up her screwdriver. Kneeling next to his struggling comrade and the guard, who was being throttled under his helmet, the smaller man raised the screwdriver like a stake from some vampire movie and slammed it down through the helmet. No sound came from the guard and it chilled Kate more than any cry of anguish ever could. How could he not react to a screwdriver being driven into his eye?

Her vision cleared allowing sounds and images to come into focus: Rick on top of the guard with the screwdriver in his helmet, Clutch pulling a knife from the guard's boot as well as Rock-n-Roll and Blast-off pinning the Neo-Viper with the weight of their bodies against the wall. The Viper had his weapon trapped between him and Rock-n-Roll while Blast-off had what looked like a piece of metal in one of his hands.

Kate watched like everything was in slow motion as a crimson fluid flowed down the bare arm that was rammed under the edge of the guard's helmet. The guard began to sag as his body lost its vital fluid.

"Get to Kate, Rock!" Rick's sharp voice called from his position on top of the Neo-Viper.

She saw the big soldier with the unruly mop of blond hair leave the dying Viper to run over and kneel next to her. Desperate to see what was happening with the others, but unable to open her mouth to protest because of the pain, Kate looked at the big man in front of her.

"Are you okay, Miss?" the blond Marine asked as he tentatively reached out to touch her shoulder. "I think this might be…" Kate screamed and slumped over as the intense pain from his slight touch pushed her brain towards unconsciousness.

"What did you do?" Rick's voice screamed as Kate lost her battle with her body to stay awake.

A/N: Yes, the evil cliffhanger. Sorry, but I love them.