<em>"You hit like little girl." Yousef spat at the man that had just struck him.  In truth, he had known a woman or two that had struck him harder.  He grinned his broken tooth grin and spat out some blood.  The man was about to strike him again, this time with his rifle, when the door burst inward. A burst of fire and Yousef watched as the interrogator went down.  Looking up he noticed Christof, "What took you so long?  I nearly had them converted to our side." he joked as the man smiled back.  <br/><br/>"I had to grab some coffee and donuts for the kids, ya know." he laughed as Yousef was mostly unharmed, maybe a little dental work, but other than that unharmed.  "The rest of the team managed to get to the rendezvous point, Mea had to be sedated again, she was about to leave and head back to get you.  But we needed her intel at HQ.  Thankfully, Masino had sent us in as back up." <br/><br/>Yousef grinned as he stood, quickly snatching up the fallen man's AK, it was old, but still one of the most reliable weapons out there.  "Do we have time to play?" he asked like a kid in a candy store, but a voice stopped him cold.<br/><br/>"I sedated her.  Didn't want her moving in on my man." He turned and grinned as Jenny walked in, her biosuit hugging her every curve. "Christof, I think Yousef wants a little revenge on these morons..." They all three agreed and Yousef led the way out of the room, openly slapping Jenny on the ass as he passed by her.</em><br/><br/>The orderly came in the room and his buddy followed him, "Ya know, I think she likes you."  "Nah, she likes, Rob." they traded back and forth about one of the nurses on a different floor.  They were needing to change the bedding and they both groaned as they saw the size of the man... he really was massive.  "Heads or tails?"<br/><br/><em>He was young, barely a soldier for the past three years, but already a member of the Special Forces, already he was expected to head to OCS and make officer soon.  All he needed was a couple more months for time in service... but none of that mattered as he was bound and gagged in a cave on a steel chair.  The blindfold was ripped from his face and his eyes were assaulted by the light.  A voice spoke from the darkness and he squinted to see.  "Tell me, Infidel dog, what is your mission here in Lebanon?"<br/><br/>He shook his head, "Nothing, I'm just part of the peacekeeping force here, just another ground pounder on patrol, security, hell, I'm a damn rent-a-cop as far as this country is concerned."  <br/><br/>"Lies!  You were seen talking with a high ranking officer, known to be a member of your Isreali Mossad.  So tell me... what is your mission!" the man stayed in the darkness outside the light and Yousef could not see him.  He had been approached by the man, and he had been inducted into Mossad, but he had to become an officer first.  <br/><br/>"I am not a member of a fictional agency.  I am just a special forces sergeant.  I don't know anything..." Yousef tried to get them to back off, but after the work over they had given him before even beginning the interrogation, he doubted they would.  Out of the shadows, he saw two men step forward, one with a wicked looking knife, the other, a syringe... the knife would give him the scar on his bicep, the one that could still be seen easily more than ten years later...</em><br/><br/>The orderly looked up as he noticed the monitor was showing an accelerated heart beat.  "Ah hell, I guess he needs another sedative?"  "Yeah, oh, and guess what I found under the bed, probably left behind by one of the nurses." Holding up the scalpel as the other brought around the syringe with the sedative.  Yousef's eyes flashed open and his arms shot up and forward to grasp the wrist of each man.  A quick jerk and they crashed into each other, the scalpel was quickly taken by Yousef as well as the syringe, only a small nick on a finger of one man.  He tried to get up out of the bed, his eyes wild and unfocused.  He was not in a hospital, not in his mind, to him he was still in a cave somewhere in Lebanon after the occupation of 2018.  His legs did not react as they should and he crashed to the floor, his arms scrambling to pull him over into the corner.  One of the orderlies managed to get to the call button, "<strong>SECURITY!</strong>"<br/><br/>Yousef sat there in the corner, his mind confused and frightened, his scalpel held out and at the ready, the syringe as well as a backup.  All the while he just glared at the men in front of him, as they waited for their backup.