[ IP ] The Room

The door slammed shut. Jack saw the blood on the wall and smirked. It was there to intimidate him, show him that the people that had captured him meant business and that if he did n't talk he'd end up like the previous occupants of the room. He nodded as he got his bearings about him, this was n't going to be easy. 
 
 `` This Robert Kincaid of Front Line News. Federation forces have secured all of the major cities of New England and now are pushing towards New York, encountering less resistance then expected as Loyalist forces are defecting in droves.'' A voice intoned from somewhere in the room. Jack could n't see the speaker but he laughed at the obvious propaganda, he'd only been captured a few days ago and even then the battle for Boston had been raging, that it had fallen and that Loyalists were defecting in droves was a joke. 
 
 `` The west coast remains bogged down in a quagmire as both sides battle for San Francisco, heavy losses have been reported for both sides as intense fighting continues.'' The voice droned on. Jack knew the score, had to mix some fake bad news in with the fake good news or none of it would seem believable. 
 
 `` In the last few hours we can confirm that all of Texas has fallen into Federation hands. Federation forces look to now divide Loyalists by splitting the nation in two. Canada has been said to be leaning towards siding with the Federation in the current struggle, breaking their long standing neutrality. This has been Robert Kincaid. Front Line News.'' 
 
 The silence returned. Jack retreated to a corner and waited. He figured it was best to be a far away from the door as possible in case the people running things decided to unleash an animal of some kind upon him. 
 
 Hours passed, Robert Kincaid repeated his report a few times and then the door to the room opened again, two men clad in white suits put a small table in the middle of the room along with two chairs. Jack could n't believe how dismissive they were of him, as if he had no ability to hurt them at all. The men left as quickly as they entered and then nothing happened. It was the waiting game, get his hopes up for something to happen and then give him nothing, try to crush his spirit. 
 
 Robert repeated his lies yet again and then the door opened. A very short man who looked to be in his sixties walked into the room. He was clad in the Federation's mud brown uniform, with no medals or ribbons anywhere on his jacket, about the only thing of note on his person was the sandwich he had wrapped in plastic in his hand. 
 
 `` Jack Doyle is it? At least that's what your dog tags and ID said. I'm Donald Allen and I'm here to debrief you. To see what you know of our forces, and what information you have about your own troops.'' Donald said. 
 
 `` I know your reporter is lying his ass off. You do n't have Boston, much less New York. I know Canada will never side with you over America. As for our troops. You ai n't getting shit out of me.'' Jack said with contempt. 
 
 `` Front Line News never lies. Your information is out of date. As we speak a treaty is in the works giving Canada much of Oregon and other lands on the northern boarder. Michigan is a sticking point but I'm sure it'll be resolved soon. You really need to give me something my friend. The people in the room do n't stay here for long if they do n't talk.'' Donald said. The lighting in the room shifted a little, highlighting the blood on the walls. 
 
 `` And if I talk what assurance do I have that I do n't end up a bloody smear on the wall?'' Jack asked. 
 
 `` Oh you want to build some trust between us? Very well then, here's a tuna fish sandwich. I'm sure you're quite hungry, take it as a sign of good faith.'' Donald said. `` I'll be back later and we can see if you're in a better mood.'' He said as he walked out the door. 
 
 Donald ripped off the plastic wrapping and began to eat the sandwich. When he'd finished half of it he could feel his stomach reacting, he knew the food had been drugged. He did n't care, he just kept eating. If the drugs did n't kill him they would be helping him. Soon enough he was on the ground writhing in pain, fighting to get his pants off so he could shit on the floor and not soil his clothing. 
 
 Robert Kincaid was back lying while Jack laid in his own filth. He did all he could to appear delusional and weak as he rocked back and forth on the floor. After a long while of thrashing he finally felt the beacon near his back. He was as subtle as he could he as he flopped over to his other side and scooped it into his hand. He'd been the pawn of the scout team, the one who had swallowed the beacon and got himself captured. This room, this prison had been rumored to exist for the whole of the war yet the Loyalists could never find it. Jack turned the beacon on, hoping his squad was still alive, hoping they would be able to rescue him and everyone else trapped in this place. 
 
 The door opened, he hoped the room did n't have anti-electronics. `` Clean up time'' a voice bellowed, a high powered hose blasted Jack with freezing cold water, he screamed in agony as the water pushed him into a wall. Long minutes past with him being sprayed, in the darkness he could make out men removing the chairs and table from the room. Finally the hose was turned off and the door was shut. He was shivering, cold and alone in the darkness, hoping against hope his cry for help had been heard. 
 
 `` This is Robert Kincaid of Front Line News. Canadian forces have massed upon the boarder as the treaty agreement between the Federation and the Canadian Union is all but ratified. The first air strikes upon New York have damaged Loyalist strong points, the theater of war all but lost to the Loyalists. In the southwest Federation forces push forward, emboldened by a series of victories in New Mexico. Federation leader Amanda Panadero has declared that the war shall likely be over in the next nine months with total Federation victory now inevitable. This is Robert Kincaid of Front Line News.''
