Chapter 345: We have rights

Sheldon POV

"Nooo Finn don't you do it!" I yell out to him.

"Lucky don't let him do this!" I yell. Kenny's starting to panic now.

"Kenny be ready your going with Sheldon. Give Miko your gun. Don't say anything just ask for a lawyer and call Lincoln." Lucky says hugging him with one arm as he hurries to me.

"Lucky please don't let him surrender him self for me! We'll find another way." I say grabbing his gear and pulling him to me.

"I don't think..." Lucky starts to say.

"That's exactly what he's doing! We need to get out of here now! I'm not leaving without him!" I yell as loud as I can. I watch Finn's head whip back and look at me and for a second I see the man I love more then I ever thought possible looking at me with sadness in his eyes and just as fast I watch him disappear before he throws his gun and puts his hands in the air.

"Put him down and back up! Drop the guns and back up now!" A dozen or so men in us military gear start to run towards us.

"Name and Rank!" A guy yells at me as two others lift up my stretcher. "Name and Rank!" He yells again.

I don't answer or even look at them. My eyes are locked on the one person I want, the person I need, the person who is trying to trade his life for mine.

"Finley please!" I say trying to hold back my tears.

"Kenny damn it get up here with him!" Is all he says. His eyes never leave mine and I can't help it as my heart shatters from his coldness.

"Finley please!" I say reaching for him. He turns and lays down on the ground putting his hand behind his back as they zip tie his wrists together.

"He is to be treated as a medical refugee! They both are! Do you fucking hear me!" Lucky yells as he's pushed to his knees next to Nathan.

"Stop!" I yell as they start moving me away from Finn to the gate of the post. I feel Kenny's hand on my shoulder.

"Please Finley please don't do this!" I yell at him my eyes filling with tears.

"You fucking promised me! I'll never forgive you if you do this!" I yell and cry as I try to get up.

"Finley!" I scream out to him.

"Nooo please I'd rather die!" I scream reaching for him. I keep screaming his name till a pinch in my arm has me seeing stars then nothing but blackness.

Lucky POV

I groan as I'm pushed down in to another chair. I lost track of how many hours or days we've been here. They're making it harder and harder to keep track of it. They keep moving us to other rooms and once by truck when they blind folded us.

"Can you at least remove this fucking rag of my eyes!" I yell. I feel a smack to my head as the blind fold is removed. I blink as my eyes adjust to the light.

I hear laughing and look to my left, I see Finn laughing as two guards are dragging him past. He's bloody. His face is beat to hell and bloody!

"You fucking beat him you fucking bastards! Don't you fucking touch him again or I'll end you all!" I yell.

Finn laughs and yells "Umm al-Dira!" The guys all yell the same thing back. I flip off the guy across from me.

"Please calm down Mr. Smith. According to my file that is the condition that Mr Spencer was brought in. We are doing everything possible to make sure he's going to get the best medical care."

"That's bullshit! And for the last time my name is Lucky Smith-Spencer and you'll do better to remember that. Give me your name and rank now and theirs!" I scream as I stand.

"Mr.Smith-Spencer please sit." He says tapping his pen. I'm going to stab that right through his throat if he looks at me like that again.

"I'm a American citizen and I have rights. I will be calm and use small slow words so maybe one of you can understand me when I say, Contact my American liaison and GET.. ME.. MY.. LAWYER!"

"Mr.Smith-Spencer you don't call the shots here we do and I'll tell you again we don't have to contact anyone for any body. You have no rights here!" He says as he leans back in his chair looking all smug.

I look around and see the camera pointing down from the ceiling. I catch the light on it give me a hello in morse code. I blink a message back to my brother.

"You okay Mr.Smith-Spencer?" He asks watching me.

"Yeah, I had some bullshit in my eye. I think I got it all shall we start over?"

He nods.

"So Mr..." He starts but I interrupt him.

"Hold one so first let me get this right.. I have no rights as a American citizen here is that correct?"

"That is correct Mr. Smith-Spencer. You only have rights on American soil and this is not American soil." He says and I nod. He doesn't know it but he's signing his own warrant with every lie he speaks.

"Has my American liaison or my Lawyer who I've gave both names and numbers for multiple times to multiple people been contacted at all?" I ask getting comfortable.

"Mr.Smith-Spencer we've told you many times that's not something we can do from here. Stop wasting our time and answer our questions."

"I have many times. We've been held here for countless hours or possibly days now without any food, water or rest. Two men were brought in as medical refugees have they even received any medical assistance yet? One is completely beaten up now when he was fine when we got here."

"I can assure you everybody is in the same condition they were in when we received them here. We have not or will not impede with your rights. We have offered you all food, rest and water which you and your men have refused."

"And who told you that bullshit? No one has once asked me since I've been here if I needed anything. I was told 'Suck my dick you American traitor.' When I asked for some water and some food not even a hour ago. I've also heard multiple people call me and my associates 'traitors to the nation' many times. I have names and ranks of everyone so far. So please continue to tell me how our rights are not being violated."

I pull my hands free from the zip ties I've pretended to be in still for the last few hours.

"Mr.Smith-Spencer please put your hands behind your back so we can secure you for our safety and yours."

I do as asked and wait while they 'secure' me again. The guard who has no name on his military uniform smacks me in the head again.