AN: I guess I forgot to add a disclaimer. Here goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own The A-Team or The Expendables. They own me and have me locked in a room where I must write this story, else they tickle-torture me. I'm sure I'll find some way to escape.

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BARNEY'S P.O.V.

I groaned as I woke up, watching as Lee was dragged from the cage. One of the guards pointed his rifle at me, a warning not to move. Lee flashed me an unsure smile, and I nodded.

I watched as the sun began to rise over the horizon. If I hadn't been in captivity, I would've enjoyed the view. But, being as I was in captivity, I knew the burning sun would scorch us and give us stifling heat. Believe me, there's nothing worse that being beaten and cut, then getting grilled by the sun all day.

Someone groaned next to me, and I didn't need to look to see that it was Gunnar. He didn't get any sleep last night, save for the hour or so after the "Howling Man" was gagged. He slept so hard after that he didn't even snore.

A scream came from the Interrogation Hut, and I recognised it as Lee's. Most would've said that a scream was a sign of weakness, but only the ones who have screamed know better. It's a way to let go, a way to cope. There isn't shame in screaming, it's just what you do in the meanwhile that counts. Do you decide to give in and tell them what they want to know, or do you decide to keep on persevering against them.

The sun was now casting it's rays around the jungle, and a beam of it caught me in the eye. I held my hand up, blocking it, then moved so I was in the darkness again.

Another scream rent the morning air, and I shivered at the eerienes of it, knowing what Lee was going through, and praying that he'd come out relatively ok. Nobody is ever exactly the same after an interrogation, unless you've gone through enough to come to terms with it.

"I hope he ok."

I turned to Yin, knowing that he said it more to just break the silence than anything else. Nobody comes out of an interrogation "ok".

"Yeah," I croaked through my dry throat. "He's tough. He'll be fine."

In my pherephial I saw Yin nod, then turn to Gunnar, who had woken up. "Good Morning."

Gunnar groaned. "Mornin'. Don't see anything good about it, though."

"The sun is shining," Yin said, his usual saying whenever Gunnar was addamant about waking up.

"It's gonna roast us," Gunnar grumbled as he pulled himself up.

I chuckled at the comment. "Guys. Keep it down."

Gunnar froze suddenly, his gaze on the man who was tied to the pole.

The man had somehow chewed the gag off, and was now glaring at everything or anyone who dared look at him.

Two guards came out to take him to the interrogation hut, and he snapped and snarled at them as if he were some sort of wild animal.

One of the guards reached down to pick up the now destroyed gag, but his hand was bit by the wild man- bit and torn. Some of the top layer of skin had come off, and a huge darkening bruise was visible.

The guard cursed and kicked wild man in the stomach. It was as if he didn't feel it, he just jumped forward as far as possible and bit at the man, snarling and growling.

"Captain! Stand DOWN!"

Those seemed to be the magic words. The "Captain" whimpered, then stopped fighting, but still growled at the guards, who gave him plenty of berth as they stalked away towards the Commander's hut.

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HANNIBAL'S P.O.V.

I watched as five guards approached came out of the interrogation hut, dragging a tall, bald man out with them. He tried to stay with them, but he kept stumbling from depleted energy and pain.

They threw him in the dirt about five yards away from Murdock, then untied Murdock from the post and threw him onto the ground. He snapped and growled, trying to jump up and attack the guards but getting kicked back down into the dirt in the process.

I knew what the guards wanted to do, and I was scared to death. They were going to make Murdock fight this other prisoner. It was more for their own entertainment than Murdock's punishment, but Murdock attacked a guard, which meant death, from another prisoner or from one of the guards.

One of the guards walked up to the other prisoner and handed him a knife. "Kill crazy man, or we kill all of your friends."

The bald man took the knife, then looked at it strangely, as if weighing it. He looked up at his own cage, as if searching for a face, then smiled. It was a sadistic smile- he wanted to kill Murdock!

"Hannibal, he's going to kill him!" Face exclaimed next to me.

"Murdock's tough. He'll survive," I lied.

The guards backed away from the two contestants, then allowed them to circle each other. Murdock limped, dragging a leg next to him, a low growl in his throat, glaring at the other prisoner that was going to kill him- unless, of course, Murdock killed the other man first.

Then it happened- Murdock leaped at the other contestant, and the fight began.

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