~Chapter 2~
Captive

Six Months later…

"Get up you dirty American!" A harsh voice said into his ear before slapping his already bruised and beaten face.

Joe didn't say a word but obeyed, knowing if he listened for now, he could attack and get he and his team out safely and take down the fools that had them under control.

The man held a gun to Joe's head he didn't speak but he walked out to the daylight, they threw him and another one of his the people in his troops up against a wall tying them up with ropes and pulling them to another tent. Joe felt like he wanted to die, his arms ached from being tied behind him all the time, he had an itch that he couldn't scratch, and he was in pain from being slapped so many times, he had dirty cuts on his face which he knew would get infected if he didn't get water soon, but he could care less at the moment, now the most important thing was developing a plan to get his crew, and himself out of this hell hole, he had already lost 10 of his men, because of the brutal beatings these Iroquoian men put them through, he had 23 soldiers left. Being led into another tent, and tied to another wood pole.

"STAY HERE!" The man said with a thick accent but understandable English. The man left and closed the flap; about 15 of his men were in the tent with him. One brave one spoke up.

"Sir when are we going to make a move?" Kyle one of the young, but faithful ones asked.

"Soon…we could try now, but we only have fifteen of us right now, besides we aren't close to any weapon tents, yet. I mean we have our hand guns, but those won't hold us off enough…but I promise I'll get you guys out soon…now be quiet before he comes back." By the end of those sentences Joe felt his throat ache, he was in need of water, they only gave them it twice a day, and normally it was polluted and dirty.

"Stand straight up bitches, and file out, don't even think about running, my men will shoot you down and kill you instantly!" Another Iroquoian man said to them as he entered the tent.

Each of them was whipped across the back as they walked out the door. Joe and five of his other men were taken to the head master, who wanted to get information about how the Americans were going to attack, when and what weapons they would be using. They had been warned to never give into the pleads, and if they had too, only give them false but believable information.

Joe was taken into the room first, the man asked him a question he didn't say a word.

"Answer me you filthy piece of dirt!" The man demanded.

"We are not planning to attack your groups; we are attacking those west of here."

"There are none west of here! You are a liar!" The man had been pacing in front of him but now his hand connected with his face, and he slapped him.

"I expect the truth now! Or you will be punished." Joe said nothing once again.

"Expect an attack sometime during the night. You might want to put more guards at the south gate…" This was part of Joe's plan… he hoped they would fall for it.

"See that wasn't so bad now we won't have to beat the other three…"

"Take him and the others to the tent, station some others at the gate…" The man said before waving his recruits off.

'Yes they fell for it!' Joe thought to himself as he was led to a shed with a rickety door. He was tired of being here and he knew his men were too, he was going to get them out tonight.

"Get in!" A guard said thrusting all three of them foreword into the dimly lit room.

Joe was freed of the rope on his wrist and pushed in the middle of the guards, along with what he noticed as every single one of his other men, time dragged on slowly when Joe turned to the young man beside him. His name was Eli, a very loyal man willing to do whatever his captain asked him to do, not to mention a loyal family man and a good person to go to for a laugh once upon a time ago. Eli had become a good friend to him, and accepted the fact that he was gay without question; he had mentioned being a fan of his husband as well before he was deployed again.

"Eli, I have a plan." Joe said in a barely audible voice.

"What is it sir?"

"NO TALKING!" A guard said.

Joe lowered his voice. "We are getting out of here, I'm going to distract one of them and you guys are all going to charge! Go for the door, and don't hold back just go! Okay,"

"No sir it's too dangerous, you'll get yourself killed, and you might get us killed as well that's crazy."

"It's our only option, we've lost 10 good men already, if we don't want to lose any more, than we will have to take this chance or well never get out!"

"But sir-"

"Trust me…" Eli stared into his masters eyes for a long few seconds.

"Yes sir I trust you…"

"Good… when I cough that's your signal, tell the others." Joe ordered.

"Yes sir."

Joe arose from his spot on the ground all arms turned to him "Whoa boys, I just need to take a leak, no need to get protective."

"Pick a corner." A guard said harshly.

"Come on man that's going to leave a huge smell later, why don't you just let me take a leak outside, I'll be real quick about it! I swear." A man grunted and motioned for Joe to follow him. Joe grinned a little bit.
This plan was going better than he thought it would.