Chapter 346: We have no record of that

Lucky POV

"This is your last warning to quit hitting me and my men. We have been deprived of our basic human rights over and over again. So once more please contact my American liaison and my lawyer. If your not someone who can contact them then please bring me some higher up that can. So once again I am asking please bring me someone who is in charge." I say loud and clear.

"Again Mr. Smith-Spencer tell us what business you have in this country and with these men?" He says sitting up straighter in his chair. Fine think your in charge a little longer you fucking prick.

"Again I will tell you we are on a private contacted mission and the reason for being in this country is not a concern of the US Military. We have given you all the documents, all of our IDs and everything else that you have asked for, we have answered your questions over and over again but yet we still have been denied our basic human rights of food, water and rest. Now please contact my support team like we've asked or bring me someone of a higher rank who can make shit happen." I lean back and wink up at my brother knowing this will be aired on every new station and internet format till we are released if they want to keep playing this game!

We have back up plans for our back up plans. We didn't come here unprepared. Lincoln and Ted made sure we knew our rights and the right words to use to make this go how we need it too.

"Mr.Smith-Spencer the sooner you and your guys cooperated with us the sooner we can get everybody out of here." He says with that smug look on his face. He nods and the guard punches me in the mouth. I clench my jaw trying to hold my temper. Pickle hits harder then him so I'm not worried about the physical part of it. I spit blood to the floor.

"I've also given you the permits signed by the general and the president of the United States of America authorizing us to return with up to five medical refugees that we deem fit with no exceptions and no political agendas. You have everything you need! You have all the information you have asked for yet I'm still sitting here waiting for that glass of water. It's 110° today according to your thermometer right there and it has been hours possibly days since we have had any water, food or rest. So again please can I have some water, food and rest for me, my men and the two medical refugees that were brought in with us!" He stands and laughs in my face. He nods to the other guy again. He punches me in the cheek this time. I spit out blood from my mouth to the floor.

The bigger guy leans in and says "Guess your mouth wasn't that dry after all asshole." He grabs my hair and slams my face into the table. I sit back up and smile at him. I can feel the blood running from my nose going down my face.

"Please refrain from physically abusing me and contact my American liaison and my Lawyer." I say smugly with a brief laugh. The vain in this guy's neck looks like it's going to explode as he pulls his fist back to hit me again. This time I catch his fist in the palm of my hand and push it back making him stumble back from me. I quickly raise my hands as the guards at the door draw their guns.

"I am not threatening or causing anyone physical harm. My hands are up. I simply stopped him from hitting me unprovoked why my hands were bound." I sit and put my hand behind my back again while repeating what I just said.

He runs at me throwing me from the chair to the ground. I let him think he's overpowered me. He climbs on me and punches me in the face again. I let him hit me a few times waiting to see if the others step in. There's a younger guy by the door who doesn't like how this is going it's written across his face and all he needs to do is step up and do what's right to avoid the court martial that'll be waiting for them.

"Grab his hands!" The guy on me yells. One guy at the door does as told but the younger kid shakes his head.

"No. This has gone far enough. Get off of him! What's wrong with you people! This isn't right." He grabs his walkie and calls over over the radio.

"I need a medic to room four and someone call the damn colonel." He says loudly. He puts his hand out to mine. I reach up and take it he helps me up. He pours me some water from the hall and hands me a tissue for the blood running down from my cheek.

I look over at his jacket and read his name.

"Thank you Private Wilson for your kindness. Watch your back though they will target you from here on out." I warn him as quite as I can. He leans back and winks at me "Don't worry about me I have friends in high places." He takes his place back at the door as everyone else clears out.

Three days later

I watch and take names as my men are loaded into two helicopters that will take us to the plane that will take us to Germany. I have Mumford but I'm missing Finn still. Nate's face looks like mine as so does Jaspers and Parkers.

"That should be everyone Mr.Smith-Spencer." The new colonel says with a stern look on his face.

"Nope we are missing a man, one of the medical refugees." I say looking for Finn.

"No your not. Have a great day." He turns to leave.

"Yes the fuck I am! Bring me Finley Spencer now." I yell at him.

"We have no record of a Finley Spencer being brought in with you. Now please excuse me."

I grab his arm and a dozen guys point guns my way.

"Your wrong now fix it! I want him here now! He's leaving with us!" I yell getting in his face.

My men try to get off but are met with guns as well.

"What the fuck did you do to him! Where is he!?" I yell.

"Get on that chopper and leave now Mr.Smith-Spencer. The whereabouts of this Finley Spencer are no longer your concern. Don't make this harder then necessary." He says with a small smirking smile that makes me want to flip him and stomp on his head. My fists clench at my sides as my breathing gets faster and more ragged.

"FUCK YOU! I'm not going anywhere without him!"

He nods his head as he turns and everything goes dark.