[b]The Trade[/b]
	
	"[i]LET ME GO! NO! HANK! HANK![/i]" Floyd yelled from the top of his lungs. His throat opened more than ever before, allowing his rant to grow louder and full of volume. 

	His gruff voice escalated as he tried to fight off his new captors. "[i]Let me go[/i]" he would add occasionally, only to be met with physical restraint. He shook left and right, but could not manage to become unattached from his locks. Floyd didn't need his vision to know what was going on, his earshot was phenomenal. He could hear Hank's voice become more distant as he was pushed atop another truck. His sandpaper like skin could feel the difference in the surface of the vehicle's bed, clearing up that this was not the truck they were initially placed into. In addition, he heard everything this newcomer had said about leaving behind three of the captives, so was given in detail what would occur. 

	Floyd's screams finally concluded when he was struck down by a near jaw-breaking hook. Imogen's familiar voice called out to make sure he was alright, not stopping until he answered her with a nod. 

	"[i]You tell Tremblay that this is not how we negotiate, but we'll see to this........unfortunate trade the way he wants. Tomorrow we shall bring the Asian one and the Negro. We'll take these back, but expect a little heads up next time alright? We don't like wasting our time having to chain these people up, it's rather difficult. But we'll see you here tomorrow. Guys, load up![/i]" Treis called out to his men, having them retrieve the unwanted prisoners and load them up. Hank fought against the moving hands that took hold of his arms. He swiftly moved his shoulders quickly in attempt to hit them, but couldn't manage to get anyone. "[i]NO! NOO![/i]" he started to yet, not wanting to be separated from his group - his family. 

	"[i]Please don't do this[/i]" he started to beg, dropping to his knees and looking in every direction, his eyes still covered by the blindfold. "[i]Take us with you, tell Tremblay we can be an asset, please![/i]" Hank called out again, trying to convince the other captor to change his mind. The situation overall was contradictory. Trying to escape one captor to only land in the hands of another didn't seem all that smart, but there wasn't any other option. The option was to either pick a captor who beats you and kills those you love, or try another captor in attempt to survive. They didn't know what this other guy could do, but they sure as hell knew they couldn't remain with Treis. 

	"[i]Shut up![/i]" Treis said in a rush, kicking Hank in the face with his gravel filled boot. Hank fell on the concrete face first, blood squirming from the side of his mouth. Jennifer had already been forced onto the truck, her tears had completely stained the blindfold. It had turned from red to burgundy. It was all moving in slow motion for Hank as he lay there, head spinning as his restrained body remain motionless. The supremacist picked him off the ground and tossed him into the truck bed. He hit the back of his elbow on his way in, causing his inside to tingle uncomfortably. It was as though small ticks chewed on his bones, eating away all of his marrow. He then felt the engine of the truck roar and begin to rumble under the hood - the whole truck shivered in place. Then a sharp whistle came out of nowhere, the obvious signal it was time to take off. "[i]Were going to die[/i]" Jennifer sobbed, her assumptions unanswered due to Hank's uncertainty. The leader had no idea what would happen next. These people were unpredictable and dangerous, they could do anything they wanted to them. Hank prayed to God, the one single God he believed for his friends. He even said he'd sacrifice himself for he to save them. And then, there was silence.