Traitors Never Win // Closed// O/O

Being put under close watch feels like having a huge target on your back while fifty men are waiting to shoot. The days leading up to now have been getting both better and worse at the same time. Good since him and Nym are able to discuss plans. Bad because the lack of information for the superiors has resulted in having to come in an hour early only to be almost an hour late to the session. Somehow going through a lot of patting down and paperwork will help get any useful tips. As if they're that desperate for it.

Rael managed to pass through everything regardless of how dangerously repetitive it's becoming. Before finishing up, he couldn't help but notice the one security camera in the corner of the office. Those things placed in most areas of the prison right where you can see them perfectly. Although the one in the office wasn't blinking red. When he headed over to the cell, he carefully looked around at the other cameras trying to see if they weren't working too. Could be that they don't need the light flash or at least that's what the military hopes for. Well that just might be another helpful bit for them.

Still, almost a whole hour late. Previously it might've only been ten minutes at the least, but then the time began to drag out. Nothing he can do about it except going with it. Stopping in front of the cell, he motioned for one of the guards to open the door. Rael wouldn't be very surprised if Nym gets ticked at him. There's no time to mess around giving the little time they have.

"Good morning.", he said listlessly as the door closed behind him, "I'm sorry about the delay."

Rael rolled his eyes at her question. She probably can write a whole book of insults to call him and he still wouldn't be surprised. Somehow these insults and nicknames cause him to laugh or at least try to. He turned off to the side biting down on his lip. How strangely difficult it is to keep up his emotionless image these recent sessions. Almost less than twenty-four hours away from one of the biggest things he's ever done in his entire life, and yet here he is trying not to smile or giggle.

Taking the chair, he kicked it making sure it was still good. It was somewhat strange to him how the guards would take away the stupid thing every time. It's not like he gave her a weapon or something. He picked it up then sat it down next to her. "Here you go, my Bella. Better?", he questioned while putting his hands on his hips.

His eyes were glued to the door. While right now he felt perfectly calm, there was just a bit of worry lingering in his mind. Every battle he'd gone through before, something had to go wrong beforehand. Whether it was a shortage of supplies, someone getting shot, or even a mistake in location, something would mess up that almost could've costed them a victory. Now, things are going relatively smooth which he does thank the gods for. But, how unsettling that fact is. Anxiety and paranoia might just be messing with him, who knows?

He walked over to his regular spot, just in case. Worst comes to worst, they'd either have to escape right away or they're doomed. None of that matters now. Just worrying about what could be will only take away the drive from what they are expecting from each other and their plan. "Should we go over everything now?", Rael asked turning back to her.

"Bella means beautiful, people in Logaria use it as a nickname for their partners.", Rael explained, "They use Bello too which means handsome. It's more unique compared to Sunshine."

Come to think of it, he does not have a firm idea on why he called her that. The name just sort of rolled off the tip of his tongue on its own. You would not use that sort of thing in a sarcastic tone, would you? Sunshine could go both ways, but it just does not seem to be fitting anymore. He bit the inside of his cheek. Whether or not she questions why he called her that is something for later. It is not a matter to ponder about right now.

Quickly, he went back to thinking about the whole plan. The times, the routes, the backups; all of it. A slight creak sound came from outside. His head instantly jerked to see if the door was opening. Thankfully, it wasn't. Rael managed to catch Nym looking at it too. Guess they're both a little anxious about whatever can happen.

"Hey, don't look over there. Stare straight into my eyes.", he commanded, "Nym, the more you look at that damn door, the more you're going to focus on your worry. Don't think about those guards or anyone else, just think about getting out and getting home. Now, are you ready for me to go over it?"

He tried to take a deep breath only to hold it. At that moment, Rael both regretted and liked how he asked for her to look at him. It was like he got lost gazing back into hers. Only the single thought about the plan and the bleakness of the cell brought him back into reality. Exhaling, he averted is eyes away for just a second. Giving a nod as reply, he started to delineate.

"At nineteen hundred hours sharp, I am right in front of that door. The guards and staff are on break till twenty hundred hours, so we roughly have an hour or more to get out and drive as far away as we can. Replacements don't get here till twenty minutes after. I'll open the door, give you clothes and shoes, then you quickly get dressed. Don't leave that cell uniform here, take it with us and we'll deal with it later. We are going to speed-walk taking a right then staying in that hallway till we have to make a left. There is an emergency staircase that goes directly outside. It's hard to open unless something is wrong, so the passcode is eight eight three seven. Once we get out, you will hide beside the tall bush while I go to my car. It shouldn't take no longer than two minutes or less. Next, I am going to park it then I am going to signal by whistling. Get in the passenger seat, right away. Entrance gates are going to be automatic, all I need to do is to have my pass scanned then we're out on the road. Is that everything? Any last minute questions?"

Pulling his uniform shirt, he moved it trying to get some heat gone. Trying not to catch a glimpse at that door is difficult as hell. Rael just kept his focus towards Nym. The plan has to go well, he just knows that they can and will do it. Still, even though they have been planning this for a while now, it's still unimaginable.

"Yes. Everything is pack for you, your backpack is going to be hidden behind-" Rael stopped talking as he watched her standing up. An eyebrow shot up in confusion for a second till he began to hear footsteps coming over to the cell.

He leaned to the side trying to pick up any other sound. A low mumble or anything. Nothing more scarier than footsteps followed by pure silence. Rael's eyes slowly trailed back to Nym. The chances of them being screwed right now is high. Anybody could be on the other side of that door. Another prison staffer, general…. He would curse himself right then and there if the admiral was there. On the other hand, it can be anybody coming over or maybe a guard is just walking around fighting boredom.

Staying in their current positions is too risky given he has no concrete idea who is there. Anxiously, he ran over picking up the chair setting it on his side. Chains cause too much noise which will draw more suspicion; not like anyone is going to be too worried about them anyways. Rael sat down crossing his legs with the notebook open on his lap. Now all he can hear is his heartbeat and this odd ringing sound in his ears.

What else could they do to cover this up? Hiding their worries is going to be difficult, but it must be done. They have to make it work. Even if it's just some random person out there. He sighed before tensing up his body. "My Bella…", he whispered, "Don't be scared. We'll improvise if we have to."

(I love the dynamic contrast between the nicknames. I don't know if this makes sense, but think it's cute how he goes with "my Bella" or "Sunshine" and Nym calls him "scrawny" or "worm".)

Rael stayed put in the chair keeping his eyes looking down at the floor. The sound of the door creaking and the footsteps as they walked in sounded much more worse than all the noises of explosives and cries of men. He did his best to remain bleak and stoic despite the color draining from his face.

By textbook, when a superior or another officer walks in, you have to stand and salute no questions asked. And by common sense, you still have to do it despite acting against them. Giving in is all he can do. Taking the notepad, he threw it on the ground as he stood up. He faced the men, holding his arm up at attention keeping his eyes glued to the wall. Rael didn't need to steal a glimpse to know that it was General Alders along with Colonel Lee and some random assistant. Oh he can only imagine the reasons why they are here.

Whatever light that was in his eyes dimmed. It was as if a spirit sucked his soul right out of him. He did all he can not showing any signs of fear or anger. What if they attacked them right then and there? Would it be worth the extra work to do so? If these bastards break his arm, he is still going to show up tomorrow. And if they kill him, he defiantly will be showing up even as a spirit himself. Although, it does not seem likely they will kill him over this, but they are going to do something that might set him and Nym back a bit.

(Perfectly fine by me. I'd say yes let's do that, it makes sense. And two, probably Rael since he's the interrogator; also he isn't really giving them much solid information.)

(Okie dokie! :D)

If he could, he would have laughed along with her words. Even the younger assistant looks like one of those demons you would see in the windows of temples. Sadly, even ignoring these men can lead them to worse fates. Rael broke his focus for a second to look over at Nym. Keeping his hand up, he hid his eyes before looking back over at the general. After a couple of seconds, he decided to let his arm drop to his side even though he was not given the order.

"Would it be better to get information out of a corpse then, Sir?", he asked in response. He could care less about the methods he used or the ones he was supposed to use. Both sides are seen as crazy by the other. All the other tortured 'enemy' soldiers are practically gone; the look in their eyes are horrifically lifeless. Doing the same things to Nym would be unimaginable. Rael just cannot do that, he barely made it through the waterboarding which still makes him feel terrible. And especially now too, his feelings tell him to not do so.

The Colonel nudged the assistant then tilted his head in Rael's direction. The assistant took Rael by the arms holding him back. He had to get up on his feet to be able to look over at the General and Colonel. "Ready whenever you are.", he said. Colonel chuckled to himself as he took Rael's beret throwing down to the floor. He glanced at the General waiting for the go-ahead.

What the hell is she doing? Rael will give her credit for being to change course so quickly and for being bold, but it can only change so much. He tried to fight back making it a challenge for the private to handle him. "NYM!", he shouted, "Just stay silent, it'd be best if you weren't dragged into this."

Never in his life, would he expect to be a literal punching bag. Rael gave up giving the assistant a hard time, it only caused the private to hold on tighter. He mumbled a curse trying to look over his shoulder but immediately got his first punch from the Colonel right in the middle of his face. In an instant he could already smell the iron coming from the blood pouring down his nose. Perfect, just absolutely perfect.

Blow after blow, it just got worse every punch. Not only were the punches terrible but the dizziness and the tears that just streamed down with no resistance. His breathing was all over the place as the assistant tried to keep holding him up. Colonel waved his hand to the other making him let go of Rael. Rael constantly shifted his weight between his feet trying to stand as still as possible.

The little break was not enough for what happened next. Colonel took a step back then went forward throwing a punch knocking the air out of Rael's lungs. The man sighed as he shook his hand watching as Rael dropped to the ground. "Sir, there's no point in asking him anything. It's hopeless.", the colonel chided. Right after he said that, the assistant forced the interrogator into a kneeling position.

Rael panted weakly as he was set on his knees. He kept his eyes to the ground with his head hanging in shame. Being beaten up in front of Nym and even the bastard of a general is probably one of the most embarrassing things he has ever gone through. All of his focus was thinned out as his brain tried to patch together what was going on.

(No no, it's perfectly alright! I hope what I write is okay too.)

The colonel grabbed Rael by the chin forcing him to look up. He looked at the general for a couple of seconds listening. Rael could not hold a determined or stone-like expression, it was empty. His hearing still faded in and out combating with the ringing. No way in hell he is going to answer that dumb question. He cannot even lie about it too. Coming up with a false one is just emotionally unbearable. Physically, the colonel's punches after the door closed were also unbearable.

Damn him. If Rael had any air in his lungs, he would use them to curse himself or this whole place. "Yes. Yes I do.", he coughed, "And you want to know why? It's because, I have more humility than every other high ranking officer in this whole gods-forsaken military. There is more purpose in keeping her alive then just making another body bag like the rest of them."

"Aww you're finally acting like the saint you never were in the first place, Han.", the colonel sarcastically cooed, "Rael, you're just doing cause you're nothing but a runt and a coward just like all these other wimps in their cells. Only thing distancing you from them is that uniform." Colonel laughed to himself while looking over at the assistant who attempted to hold some sort of smirk. He looked down at his bruise knuckles shaking his head in disapproval. "Fine, let's wait till the general gets back. My hands are as fucked up as the both of you."

Grabbing the wall, he gradually pulled himself up. He breathed heavily as he stared at the colonel then Nym. They have to get out now. It will be hopeless for them if they just stood here waiting for tomorrow. At this rate, Colonel might beat him to death too. Tomorrow the general will come back to kick both of their asses; it will be over for them. Might just be the smell of iron making him go crazy, but he is sure that they have to do this. His hand shook as it gently crawled down to his side. Keeping it at the wall, he used his index finger carefully tapping away. "Chains……Colonel….Now…..Please"

Rael gave her a nod praying that they were thinking the same thing. Thinking about killing the colonel and this assistant is something he would not mind doing sadly, but it can potentially bring a lot of attention towards them after the escape. They will have to be extra careful if they were not already. Escapes never go according to plan anyways; just as long as the both of them make it out of this alive.

Thankfully he is able to think straight again. The assistant was too busy focused on the colonel getting attacked by Nym. Poor thing looked stunned in his spot. Rael took a deep breath and proceeded to drag himself over to the chair. He folded it then used whatever strength he had to slam it against the back of the assistant's head. Next he watched the other drop to the floor, but did the same thing again and again.

He stood there watching Nym use the chains against the colonel who was struggling for air. The sight of it made him, still regaining his breath and everything else, smirk a little. Rael spat some blood in the direction of the colonel. "Coward…", he wheezed.

Out of nowhere, he thought about the guards. Aside from the colonel and the assistant, those two are the only barrier they have to go over. Maybe if they bring them in and use the chains on them, they will have enough time to run out and leave. Quickly he took one look at the assistant giving the other a punch. Stumbling over to the door, Rael glimpsed over at Nym. "We have to get them."

Using the folded chair to hold himself up, he stood watching from beside the door. Rael's jaw opened slightly both in amazement and also in desperation for more air. So that's what it looked like when she used those damn chains on him. Definitely more interesting to watch seeing how it is the foolish colonel that is being knocked out. He really wished he could come over and kick the man or do something at least. Giving Nym the more difficult man to handle with might have not been an exceptional idea, but it was a necessary one.

Rael tried pinching the bottom of his nose to stop the bleeding yet ended giving up when she came over. He looked over his left shoulder at the colonel trying to avoid eye contact. As Nym wiped some blood off, he mumbled a thanks then gave a quick smile. "Bella, we have to do this. I'll pull myself together, just help me if I fall please.", he lazily nodded, "And if that bastard returns, we'll deal with him just like how you perfectly dealt with the colonel. Let's get the hell out of here while we still can."

He took the set of chains letting it wrap around his left hand. Only the two guards left and there one step closer to getting out of here. The rest should be somewhat easy. Exhaling deeply, he made a fist then started to knock furiously on the door.

"Do what you can and do your best.", he whispered. His eyes were glued to the door just like before. When it opened, he clumsily moved back. Carefully, he slipped the chair between the door just in case a guard or someone else would dare to close it.

Rael looked over for a brief second at Nym and the guard. Guess this is also going to be fun, won't it? The second one also stood watching but immediately gazed over at him realizing what was going to happen. Right as the guard did, he went with literally using his head. It bashed against the other's causing him to stumble back a few steps; the guy almost tripped over the unconscious assistant, but he managed to get on his feet again. How nimble.

This guard wasn't anywhere near being an easy target like his last one. In fact, this one is very quicker than he expected. The other kept coming forward trying to throw punches at him. As the guard tried to tackle him, Rael ran to the side then went behind him. He kicked him behind both knees then wrapped the chain around the guard's neck. If he did this right, the man could possibly pass out within thirty seconds; going over a minute would not be ideal for them. Placing his right foot back, he pulled the chains as tight as possible for him. The constant thrashing made him struggle to add any extra force.

The chains wrapped around his hands like a snake, it felt like his circulation is going to get cut off at any second. He has no clue how much time they'll have left, but it could be running out as they speak. Rael placed his left foot on the guard's back forcing him to face down into the floor. Biting on his lip, he attempted to pull away from this dizzy feeling he still had. In his mind he started to count the seconds it would take for this one to knock out.

Forty two seconds, that's how long it took for the guard to pass out. Not bad for the expected time range. He removed it then attached it to the man's ankle while also doing the same for the assistant. All four of them are going to be out for just as long as they need. Who knows if they'll be able to remember any of it? Next to the assistant laid a small switch-blade knife, one of the only approved weapons any staffer can have. Rael decided to take it and slip it into a pocket before getting up.

Sluggishly, he walked over to the door. Pulling the chair out, he dropped it on the floor then picked up the notepad. There wasn't any use of it for both parties, but he still tucked it under his arm. It could be potential evidence for the government and parts of it might get redacted too. For some random reason it just seemed like a good idea.

Rael gazed over at Nym. His eyes flickered down to the guard who was out cold on the floor. By the looks of it, the other was a beast to deal with. He couldn't help but shake his head. Steadily making his way over, he took her hand. He lead her over out of the cell then took one more look inside before closing it. "Let's go.", he whispered before facing the hallway and walking forward.