Nick was woken up by hard punch to his stomach. He twitched by himself, normally he would hit the ground and to the fetus position but someone tied him to a wooden chair. The fun part, he had a bag over his head. Someone started speaking language Nick couldn't understand. Arabian probably. The male voice with weak English started translating it "you heretic, where is yours bases." He said and slapped Nick to highlight his words. He would have been laughing but at this situation he just that it would be a clusterfuck. "I am not speaking. Not now, not later." He said trying to use the most badass voice he could. The men started laughing after the translator told it to them. " yes you will" he added and pulsing pain went through Nick's chest. One of them made a long not so deep cut on his pectoral. Nick panted and twitched even more. But his will was iron at least for now. He heard an electricity buzzing and before he could say something he got shocked by an clamps connected to auto battery. The men didn't ask anything, he knew that if they would speak it wouldn't have use. Another cut and another and another. Now some cuts on his back, shoulders and some at the side of his neck. Nick was now screaming in pain, it was a miracle that he was still conscious. His thoughts drifted to what Jemma said to him. Now it would be time for I've told you so but he won't probably hear that ever again. Now another shock came, after it a cut, another one and shock. Fist to the stomach. Nick would puked all over himself but there was that bag so he puked all over his face. That was even worse. Someone laughed but then Nick started choking, his own pukes blocked the air from coming to his lungs. Someone slowly ripped off the bag from his head. Half of his face was covered by his pukes, the smell made it even worse. He puked again, now all over his trouser. He then realized someone took off his shirt and jacket, he finally saw the cuts, several long cuts and few burns from electricity. One of the men hit him hardly to the nose. He broke it leaving solid scar at the top. The blood went out of his nose running down his face and body. "We will come again" said the translator and gave him another shock. Nick screamed again but before the pain would go away someone knocked him with the chair down on the ground. Someone put a rag at his face, he already knew what will come, the water dropped at the rug that was covering his mouth and nose. Waterboarding. He started choking. His vision was like he could see someone behind those men. An angel? Maybe. He fainted.

His vision was blurred but he could see a silhouette in front of him. Young woman probably but with some black thing around her eyes and nose. He tried concentrate his vision at her. A piercing in the nose. At the start and down like a bull or so. He smiled, he found it attractive in some weird way. He looked to her eyes and realized it is a war paint. "Am I dead?" He said quietly and bit choken up with a weak smile "if you are what I think you are I wish I am." He added and chuckled. That feeling of dry throat. He was clearly suffering from pain and exhaustion, at least that's what his eyes were telling. Always be fine and strong with the ladies. She put her hand at his chin and bit twisted by his head, it was like she was rating how he looked. It was weirdly pleasant for him. "Not now boy, we aren't here for you." She said and smiled too. She had blonde hair but dark eyes. Her top was made from what looked like black feathers. She was holding something with radiation symbol. "This is why are you here" she said and cut off the rope by her dagger. His hand was tied up to the chair but now finally free. That thing was part of a nuclear warhead. "Give them this and now get out." She added and cut off another rope at Nick's left hand. She turned around and headed out of a small room where he was in the center. "Wait, who are you?" He asked and started untieing his legs, then he again sit to the chair. She turned back to him "Sanngriðr"

Nick blinked and fully opened his eyes. In his left hand was that metal part of a nuclear warhead. All his limbs were free with signs of being tied up so if he fell asleep it wasn't for long. Then he realized that Sanngriðr was gone. "What the fuck" he muttered and stood up. The pain twitched through his body almost draining in his blood. Or he would be if it wasn't dry already. Some noises echoed from the hall, it was something like clapping or so. He moved to the wall and took the combat nice that was covered by blood, probably his. Now some footsteps echoed, Nick thought that only 1 person which was correct. The person went into the room, Nick was pressed to the wall and as soon as that guy missed him he moved. The man was quite surprised that their prisoner is gone. He was even more surprised when hand covered his mouth, a leg kicked to the back of his knee and he went down to the ground. Knife was rammed through his temple at his head, destroying brain. The man twitched by the after death reflexes. Nick sat down on the ground. This was the first time he realized he already killed at least 2 persons. "What am I doing?" He muttered in shock. This was why they have trained him, to kill and he is shocked by what he has done? Why? "Come on mate, it doesn't matter anymore. You have already done it." He said loudly enough to gain some courage. He took the AK-47 that the man had and checked the bullets. Full, luckily only for now. He went out of the room. And headed to the clapping sound. It was the last room there. He realized that this is a cellar probably. The clapping sound increased he stop in front of the door. He wasn't sure what is going on inside but that thing left scars for the rest of his live. He kicked to the door, slamming them to the wall inside of the room. There were 3 men inside and one woman. Nick stopped and looked at them. All of them were in shock. Nick looked at them realizing that all of them have their dicks out. The worst part 2 of them had sex with a red haired woman "Jenn!" Nick shouted and opened fire. Those 2 who were 'in' Jennifer fell down as corpses. The last got quick bash to his head and fell down cold to the ground. Nick smiled as a teeth went out of the man's mouth. The he looked back to Jennifer and he saw that on thing that he didn't noticed. She had a hole through her head. He sunk to his knees, he smashed his fists to the ground and with painful pant caught one that was worse with the pain. "You fucking animals" he muttered and took a rug from the corner of the room. He sat next to Jenn's body and wiped jizz from her face. He was disgusted. By what they have done to her. "When did they kill you? How far from human they can be?" He said knowing that no one will answer. Only silent, nothing else. He moved to the only one man who was alive, he kicked to him and took the plastic bonds and tied his hands together. By another two he connected his legs together and by one he connected it to his hands. "I have a plan for you later." Nick said and headed to the wall where were assault rifles. He pulled out of it the magazines and put them behind his belt.

It seems like they have left and only few warriors stayed. Nick killed only 6 more of them. Only for 2 of them he used knife. The rest probably went away he didn't know why. Only one who survived was Phil. They have both got out to the becoming night. "I guess I was out longer then I thought." Nick said and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that he took from Steve. He won't use them anymore. He took one of them to his mouth and the other to Phil's, his arm was broken. He lit them both. "I've fucked up... I tell them where the base is." Phil said ashamed on himself. "Romeo 5, here is Wolfpack... the mission was successful, please send an evac, over." Nick said to walkie-talkie. He took deep shot from cigarette. "God it's so good to hear you, we are sending a plane with medical attention." Replied male voice. "Only 2 of us left, just a normal medic, it's only a scratch. What about captives?" Nick replied and frowned. "Are there any?" Said the man from the base. "No, of course not. Over and out." Nick said and put down the walkie-talkie. "Not your fault, I was at the edge too." Nick muttered and then he realized that he still has that guy tied up together. He looked to the setting sun, there was a silhouette of a woman. Nick was sure who was it and waved. She waved back then wings spread and the woman flew away. "There is one captive? Who were you waving at?" Phil asked bit surprised because he couldn't see anything. "At valkyrie, Sanngriðr." Nick replied with smile and stood up. He headed to the building and shot the man to the head. No words needed.

"Chopper is here" said Phil waking up Nick. Nick stood up and helped Phil to his feets. "Come on mate, we need to get out of here." Nick muttered supporting Phil by his shoulders. They have got to the chopper. Some highly looking officer jumped off it. "Simmons, get over here, we have another chopper for the wounded and dead." He shouted at him and one soldier headed to Phil. Nick left him in the care of medics and was prepared to have some conversation with this man. "My name is Thaddeus Ross, and I would like to see you in my new unit. Thunderbolts will be the most fearsome unit all over Arabian countries. And you will be promoted soon." Thaddeus said and helped Nick to get back to the helicopter. "I am interested sir." Nick said as they took off leaving a pile of burning bodies in the sand. That was Nick's job. His comrades bodies were recovered soon after he left with Ross. The last thing he though about was how he likes this job after all.