[shutupandgoaway]

“We will be at headquarters shortly, mister Higgens, but to prevent you from somehow remembering the way here, you will be drugged,” he said as one of the men violently and efficiently placed a cloth over George’s mouth and nose. George tried to fight whatever it was, but failed and became drousy, and drousier, and finally succumbed to this unnatural sleep.
George awakened with a start. He looked around, momentarily forgetting the events of the past few hours. He was in a sort of concrete cell, with a small locked door. He heard a metallic voice from the other side of the door saying something, apparently to another entity outside. The door slid open, and in walked the leader of the group that had originally kidnapped him.
“ Well, now that we have arrived at our humble abode,” said the man, “ I can explain all this to you without fear of wasting valuable time. You’ve been kidnapped not for ransom, but because our leader requested your presence. I do not know for what reason he wishes to meet you, but it is not wise to keep him waiting. Come with me.” He motioned for George to rise from the pallet he had slept on, and led him out the door, and down a long, cave-like hallway to another cell, much like his sleeping quarters. “Here is the meeting room, go in. The leader is waiting for you.” George warily entered the room, and saw an old man, who looked oddly familiar though ,George could not remember from where, sitting in a chair, his hands folded on a desk.
“Welcome, George- we’ve been waiting for you. I imagine Agent Sanchez has explained to you that we do not wish ransom money or harm to you.” George acknowledged this statement, and the old man continued: “ From resources that you do not currently need to understand, we have learned certain facts about you that make you extremely useful to us, and you need not be informed of these facts at this time. You will be sent with agent Sanchez to an undisclosed location, to undergo special training to determine the amount of training you must undergo to make you fit for our…purposes. That is all, until your training is complete. Agent Sanchez and his associates are waiting at the door, to protect you on your journey. Go with them.”
George made his way out of the room, and wordlessly followed the leader, who he now knew to be called Sanchez, and the ‘associates’ who had helped to kidnap him. They entered a subway station, and began to cross toward the boarding platform. Sanchez looked warily around, and whispered something to one of the other men, who began to examine the area around them. George soon spotted what they had seen- a group of 6 Americans moving together toward them, trying to mingle with the crowd, but failing due to their clearly military posture. George was ecstatic- they had finally sent soldiers to rescue him, and these barbarians would be killed. He decided that he may as well help these rescuers, and quickly dropped behind his escort. In that split second, one of the Americans raised a handgun, aimed at the man Sanchez had whispered to, and was immediately torn apart by a rain of bullets from a pair of automatic pistols Sanchez had drawn quickly. George felt his stomach rise to his throat as the two men fell to the ground, full of about 20 holes. Sanchez and his men immediately took hold of people around them, swinging them in front of them as human shields, and George watched in horror as they were shot dead by the stonefaced Americans, who then moved to defensible positions in the window the temporary shock of their returned fire gave them. They dove behind ticket counters, advertising kiosks, and trash recepticals, and an awkward ceasefire ensued as panicked bystanders ran screaming from the terminal. Sanchez called back to George, “See- these soldiers of yours are no better than we are- they will stop for nothing, simply because your parents have money. They don’t care about these people, and your country hasn’t for quite some time.” As Sanchez said this, his 4 men dropped down and drew at small boxes, which, when opened, revealed broken down machine guns. They quickly assembled them, and loaded in clips. “ All right, Yankees,” yelled Sanchez, “We are now armed with S-55 assault rifles, equipped with explosive ammunition. You may go out in a blaze of what you call glory, or you may drop your weapons and go with the civilians.” After some whispered conference between the scattered soldiers, the sound of guns and grenades dropping to the ground was heard, and four soldiers walked out with their hands on their heads. “ Kill them,” said Sanchez, coldly, and his men emotionlessly complied, tearing apart their enemies.
“ But you said they could go free!” cried George, as his throat burning with bile as the soldiers fell to the ground, and then exploded from many small charges in the bullets that had flown into them. “ You are no better than they are!”
“ They would have done the same to us,” replied Sanchez, “ They have done the same to our friends, our families, and those before us- the IFPFP protestors, the unionists, the dissenters, those who were oppressed and maltreated because of Donaldson and Anderson administration wars of conquest, and those who stood up for them. Besides, we are already barbarians, and terrorists, and warmongers, and rabble rousers, and any other horrible thing- according to most of the world, we can stoop no lower than we already have.” He then turned to his men, who were salvaging the dead soldiers weapons and ammunition “We will board the next train in here, and there will definitely be a military or police presence on board. Ready your weapons.”
Soon another train entered the station, and before it had fully stopped, it’s doors opened, and gunfire emerged, sweeping the station, showing the authorities believed there to be a great abundance of the terrorists.