An Undisclosed Location...

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Memory started to shuffle groggily back into Colonel Leigh's mind as he slowly regained consciousness. Looking up sluggishly he took in his dank surroundings, noting the blank gunmetal walls and the heavy sealed door at one end. There was a single very dim light set into the ceiling and the faint hum of a power generator throbbed through the walls. From the looks of it he had been placed in the room on a chair on one side of a table in the centre of the room but in his unconscious state he had slipped to the floor. His jacket, holster and utility belt had been removed and his pockets were empty. Using the chair for balance, he got shakily to his feet and flopped down on the chair. The table was bare apart from a glass of water. He picked it up and sniffed it. It smelled clean but he left it alone regardless. Thirsty as he was, he wasn't going to risk being drugged again. A blinking red light in the corner of the room caught his attention and he waved, recognising a camera hidden in the darkness.
A jolt of pain in his shoulder brought the circumstances of his arrival here back to him in painful clarity. He remembered the storming of his vessel by the LSF. He remembered the gunshot that had pierced his shoulder. He remembered an LSF officer standing over him with a syringe of clear fluid as he lay bleeding on the deck of the Hepshetsut's bridge. And after that he remembered nothing.
He slid his hand under his bloodstained Order issue undershirt and probed the wound with his fingers. It had been dressed cleanly and professionally.
"So you want me alive then," he said into the dimness, chuckling darkly, knowing for certain that the LSF were listening...

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Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.

True story...