Being woken up in the middle of the night by guys wearing all black, including black hoods over their faces, can make anyone's day a living Hell.  So it was with Zachery Smith, except he wasn't just any other person.  Despite his dad pissing away their money on horse races and internet poker, and having to hock everything they owned down to their eyelashes, Zachery had made it a point to study self defense before their money ran dry.  Thankfully he'd picked up enough to cause the thugs that swarmed his room, three big brutes of men, some injury before they managed to stuff a leather bag over his head and then stuff a wet cloth over the face hole, the stuff on it rendering him out cold a moment later.  Three broken ribs, a broken nose, and a shattered knee was what had been acquired by the three idiots and a half before it was over as Zachery fought like a beast possessed before it was over, so despite the rude awakening and then being drugged, stuffed in the back of a van and drove to the nearest airport, he'd held his own quite well.  His Sensei would be quite proud of him.  Too bad all that training would be put to the ultimate test when he awoke on the plane, his hands and feet bound to the chair by metal handcuffs, and an armed guard in the seat in front of him with his gun already aimed at him.  "Make a move and you get a bullet for your trouble."<br/><br/>"So, your mom dropped you on your head and couldn't get work any other way besides kidnapping kids huh?  Damn, sucks to be you don't it?"  Zachery retorted, angry as hell for the rough treatment.  "How's your friends holding up?  Considering it was three against one, I'm surprised I was able to hold my own so well, but then again, if that's the best you boys could do I guess I don't have so much to worry about huh?"  He got the butt end of the gun across his face, and despite the blood in his mouth, Zachery's chocolate brown eyes just lit up even further after getting a reaction out of him.  "I see you and me are going to be such good friends already."