The room was dark when Molly finally opened her eyes. She couldn't get her baring not knowing where she was. All she knew was that she could feel something moist dripping down her skin and that her arms were held by restraints that were wrapped around her slender wrists. As her eyes began adjusting to the dark she could see she was in a barely looked after room under ground. Looking up she saw the restraints were just pieces of cloth tided to a long poll that was rooted to the ground and ceiling. What she didn't know was the cloth wasn't the only thing restraining her wrists. No that was too easy. Pulling to get the cloth off she felt metal slicing into her thin wrists and had to hold her breath to suppress the urge to yelp in pain. It was barbedwire. 'How am I going to get out of this? Charles! Where is he? Is he okay?' She was stopped by her thoughts when a bright orange glow came from the now open door. A couple of figures were stood there, only their outline visible before they began lighting up the room with fire lit torches. One the room was well lit, coursing Molly to squint, another man walked into the room with a bag on his back. She didn't recognise any of the men holding her captive. Looking around briefly she saw that the room was bare but had a single table in. The man carrying the bag walked over to it, emptying the bag upon it. Her eyes widened when she saw things like knifes, saws, nails etc coming out. Surely you only saw this stuff on movies not in real? 'Whatever you do Molly keep your mouth shut if they ask you questions about the military.' she thought to herself before gulping. "What do you want from me?" She tried to sound hard as she spoke but failed when her voice cracked at the end. Without warning one of what seemed to be one of the 'bag man's' body guards hit her hard in the stomach coursing the wind to be knocked out of her. Grunting she went to lean forward, the common action when you're hit in the stomach but pulled back again feeling the small, sharp, blade like edges of the wire cut into her again. Hardly concentrating she heard him then getting what she guessed was told off in Pashto, this was greeted by him moving away and their leader stepping forward to come face to face with her. Molly still didn't recognise the man so instantly thought he was those that you saw in movies, kidnapping someone for information. She was wrong. 'Don't talk. No matter what he says or does do not talk.' The leader looked at her before laughing and spinning a small knife around in his right hand. "You do not know me if that is what you are wondering." he muttered in his rusty English. "You killed Badrai. You must pay.' With that he striked.
Captain James hadn't changed out of full kit since arriving back at base. He knew she shouldn't have come and here he was stood with Kinders and Major Beck trying to figure out how to find her. Well they were stood, he was pacing back and forth like a caged lion. 'If I had just put my foot down and made sure she didn't come with us this wouldn't have happened.' he thought to himself. He was trying to listen to what Major Beck was saying but it fell on deaf ears because it wasn't what he wanted to here. No he didn't think it was a bloody good idea to wait out until day break to try and find her. No he wouldn't stop making an imaginary hold in the ground with his pacing. He was on breaking point. "Captain James, she's going to be alright." the Major spoke softly to him, ignoring temporarily that Kinders was in the room. That's when he snapped. "How exactly do you know that! You don't! They could have dragged her off and shot her with a silencer without us fucking knowing! They could have tired her up, gagged her and left her for dead! And at the end of all this, it was all my fault." He started out by yelling at him but by the end he was whimpering almost, his knees buckling and proceeded to break down in tears. Kinders was shocked. He never every expected to see his Captain in such a state but he could relate. Molly was a formidable women and if he didn't see her as a younger sister and that she was 'Smurf's girl' he may have even fallen. But to see his commanding officer like this was a shock. Even more so when Major Beck went up to Captain James, knelt beside him and put a friendly arm around his shoulder. "Charles. I promise you this. Molly will make it off this tour alive."
Kinders walked towards two sections tent having been dismissed from the Major's tent. He rubbed his face with his hands then over his head sighing. He was both stressed and worried. As expected as soon as he walked through the tent doors he was practically pounced on by two section. A selection of 'What's going on?' 'We need to find Molly!' and 'Where's the boss?' were thrown at him. "Guys hush up alright and let me speak." he muttered and for what seemed like the first time they were deadly silent intent to here what their corpral had to say. "We are leaving it till sunrise..." this was welcomed by a bunch of groans. "I know, I know, but there is nothing we can do. Look try your bests to sleep. I need you on top form... The Boss needs you on top form. Heck Molly needs us on top form." They all nodded and Kinders had a think about whether to continued or not. "Look guys. On the down low I think Bossman and Dawesy have had a thing going on. He's in bits. No teasing, no saying that we know just wait until they tell us alright?" The all nodded smiling slightly, even more so at his use of they. Molly was going to be alright. She had to be. Stripping off to just their boxers the boys slid into their sleeping bag. They wouldn't sleep properly but the best they could do was try. It was going to be very eventful at sunrise. They were going to find their Dawesy.
