[ WP ] A warrior from a planetary culture with literally no concept of surrender or quarter sits detained in a POW camp .

*New Memo* 
 The words flashed across the screen in bright green letters. Jake breezed through the report, then paused and reread it. 
 
 [ No prisoners are to be taken at this time. 
 All current prisoners are to be executed immediately. Any failure to 
 
 comply will be met with a court-martial. ] 
 
 
 
 Jake stared in pensive thought for a moment then left the room. The camp was a buzz with activity, soldiers scurrying to and fro as clear Plexiglas containers were being whisked through the camp. These cylinders housed the prisoners, the one's the men referred to as the unbreakable. This nickname had come about from stories passed word of mouth about the enemy troops refusing to stop fighting even after detained, inured, and starved. A story had broken out that an unbreakable had lost an arm to a grenade and still ran head first into the squad killing three of the men before being brought down. 
 
 With reports like this it was amazing they had even captured one. Jake watched as an unbreakable relentlessly threw itself against the container, blood spattering the inside as the thing continued to fight. Jake just shook his head in disbelief and ran to find the armory. 
 
 The siren ripped through the base, its sound signaling a nightmare situation. An unbreakable had escaped. Jake picked up his pace praying he didn ’ t meet the thing. 
 As he entered the armory he was met with a sense of unease, he scanned the room quickly. Three solid metal doors stood in his way, everything seemed ordinary, and then it hit him. There was no soldier standing guard. On a base as close to the frontlines as this one, especially one holding this many prisoners, the armory should be guarded at all times. Un-holstering his sidearm he pushed open the door to his right. 
 
 Stars filled his vision and an explosion of light made him stagger. Jake ’ s training kicked in and he dropped and rolled backwards, raising his gun as he did. He came up in a crouch and was immediately tackled by the thing. He felt a sharp pain in his cheek and the warmth of blood; Jake slammed the trigger as quickly as he could the sharp retorts of the pistol nearly deafening him. Suddenly the grip on him lessened and he pushed himself away, leveling his pistol at the unbreakable. 
 
 The thing staggered towards him, its left arm missing at the elbow, blood pouring out of several holes in its chest, and a look of pure determination in its eyes. The pistol barked two more times, the.45 Cal bullets leaving holes. The unbreakable took one more step then dropped to its knees, its arm reaching out trying to grasp Jake, the creatures mouth opening and closing as if biting into Jake ’ s cheek again. Then it just tumbled over, blood pooling around it. Jake stepped forwards and gave the Unbreakable a sharp kick. When the thing didn ’ t move Jake spun on his heel raising his radio to call that the Unbreakable had been killed. 
 
 Pain leapt up his leg as Jake was pulled off his feet. The pistol flew from Jake ’ s hand and he felt a burst of pain as the Unbreakable bit into his leg. Jake clawed aimlessly at the floor trying to find traction, some hold to pull away. The unbreakable yanked Jake closer, its eyes shining in fiery determinati 

