[b]"We are on your side..."[/b]

"Don't bullshit me," Bruce replied as looked out into the jungle. "What side am I on exactly. I stole from and murdered Americans and I could give less about the Soviets or The Brits personally. I don't have a fucking side!"

He could barely contain the need to spit in his captor's face, or kicking him out the open heliporter door and strangle the pilot with his handcuffs. But that would be stupid. For now, he would play it dumb. 

Give them a false sense of security and supremacy in the spotlight while Bruce had time to carve a shiv in the darkness. He was doing a horrible job doing it right now, but his temper was getting to the better of him.

They had grabbed him while he was taking a shower at his former place of residence. A shady downtown apartment in Terhan with enough escape routes that he could be heading towards the boarder in minutes. They had used some kind of knock-out gas, taking the advantage of him being in the nude and distracted with self-hygiene.

Before he could sing some shitty song while scrubbing away sand, he was down and being dragged out. When he awoke, he was wearing his favorite suit and the tie his mother had bought him for his first day at the State Deparment. He fucking hated it. He was with two others, faces he couldn't put a name too. He tried remembering old dossiers, but nothing popped up.

Bruce sighed. "Ok, so you guys know a lot about me. Good. Then you better know that there better be a large overseas bank account waiting for me after all of this."