Valhalla Rising

[MB52]

She sat in a dark corner, her knees pulled up to her chin. She had many new bruises, and her lower lip was bloody. Her uniform was torn and blood soaked.

They had tried many ways to get information out of here, all failed. The pain from their last session was still there. She cautiously felt around the area of pain, 2.. maybe 3 broken ribs. Her head was still pounding and she found it hard to remain awake, but she needed to stay on guard..

How much time had passed? hours, days? there was no way to tell, she'd lost all track of time. Her cell remained dark, and her hosts only came at random times.

*clank* her cell door opened

"Well, are you ready for another round?" The man in the suit asked casually

"Who are you? you aren't LSF.. that much I know" She asked defiantly

"Well, since you will be dead shortly anyways...." He stepped forward, his eyes glowed " We are... comrades of your Captain Decker..."

"What? Decker?"

"Yes.. he had wanted you infested and released.. but it would seem your new Order friends did something to prevent it... I want to know what" he pulled out a knife

"I won't tell you anything, you'll have to kill me"

He sighed... " yes I assumed as much.. maybe if we find your good friend Jim, you'd be more cooperative, I'm sure he has alot to say as well"

"You... I'll kill you!" she jumped up and lunged for the man's throat but he reacted before she could reach him, and plunged his knife into her chest.

"Now now.. that's not very nice... " he pushed her back to the floor before turning to leave " We'll be back shortly.."

She put her hand to the wound, applying pressure, fighting to remain awake. Though.. maybe it was time to let go... how much more could she take? "I'm sorry Jim" she whispered, as she closed her eyes.

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust