MITCH'S POV
I rounded a corner to walk up on what had looked like to be Ghosts hide out. There were men lying on the ground, blood oozing from their chest and heads.

I had noticed a man pulling out his gun in front of me, yet he wasn't facing me so his withdrawal was meant for someone else. He hadn't yet pulled the trigger, but as I saw him get closer to his target, I realized that he was aiming at Stan.

I shot the man before he could take action on Stan. Hurley grabbed his gun as he fell to the ground. Raising it up, he shot someone else who had crept up behind me. I dropped my gun and ran over to Stan.

"What are you doing here kid?" He grunted out, he looked like he had been wounded pretty badly, I mean...this guy was covered in dirt and blood, overall he wasn't in great shape. "I came to rescue you." "Mitch. You shouldn't be here." he sighed as I unwrapped his arm from the chain.

"Yeah, save the thank you for later old man," I looked around for Samantha and Annika, but there wasn't any sign of them, "Stan, where's Sam?" "Ghost took her...Annika too" he shook his head. I could tell he was disappointed, but i'm not going to let his daughter be taken away.

I picked up the gun from the table and checked how many rounds I had left. "You're going after her?" Hurley questioned me. I was surprised, why would he ask a question like that? Wouldn't he do the same? Isn't he going to do the same?

"Yeah I am." "There's another passage down there, he has the nuke." I took another look at his wounds, he was in no condition to fight, no matter how tough he may be. "Stay here Hurley, a team will come find you."

Stan sat down in a rusted metal chair and I strutted to the tunnel. "Rapp." looking back at Hurley, I could see the look in his eyes that said he trusted me, which was definitely a first. "Get my daughter back."

I nodded and ran down the tunnel. I'm not going to let Samantha die.

SAMANTHAS POV
My scalp was throbbing in pain by the time Ghost let go of my hair. He threw me on to a small boat and my body rolled onto the deck. Sitting myself up, him took a rope from the side pocket of his bag.

He walked over to me and took ahold of my hands. "Why do you want me here, Ronnie? Huh? Is this some fetish you've always had, to die with me?" He started to tie my hands together "Oh Sam, you always thought I had a thing for you...didn't you?" "I looked up to see his dark eyes staring at me. "You see Samantha, I just want to torture your family. I never gave a shit about you, that's all." His lips formed into a grin.

I looked him up and down. I felt sick to my stomach.

How was I going to escape this? Ghost had his way out, he had his bomb, he had me.

There's no hope for me anymore.

"You stay right where you are, pretty girl, i'm going to go see if our boy, Mitchy, has join the party yet." I watched Ghost jump off the boat, on to the wooden deck. Once he was out of my site, I looked around to see if there was anything to cut the ropes that were around my hands.

Picking myself up from the floor of the cockpit, I made my way to the cabin area. There's a few cabinets over the sink that I see once I enter the cabin. I reach to open them but, there's nothing. Absolutely nothing that could help me.

I look around again but still...there's nothing. "Ugh! How the hell is there nothing in here?"

I needed to think. There has to be SOMETHING to get me free.

"My knife...My knife!"

I sat down on one of the seats and kicked off my boot with my foot. My shoe rolled on to the floor along with my pocket knife. "Oh am I happy to see you." I exclaimed as I crawled onto the carpet and whipped the knife open.

MITCHS POV
I held my gun up high, not letting my guard down. I knew that someone had to be hiding in here, waiting for me or potentially somebody else.

This passageway is dark and dirty, barley any light source. Perfect place for Ghost to be hiding out somewhere in here.

"Put the gun down...or she's dead." Ghosts' voice rang out as I seemed to approached him. I could barley see who he was holding until he stepped into the light.

"I want to see my family Mitch." Annika breathed out as Ghost pushed her out of the darkness. Her hands held up in the air, with Ghosts' gun on her back.

"No Annika, you dont" "I want to see my family!"

"Oh come on Mitchy, the poor girl wants to see her family...be nice and put the gun down." I didn't obey his word. I shook my head at Annika.

I'm conflicted with what I should do. I know Samantha hates this chick, she has every reason to. Annika wants to die, and Ghost is expecting me to surrender.

But he knows I won't because it's...well...it's Annika. If it were Samantha, this would be another story.

I knew that if I wanted to get a shot at Ghost, to at least slow him down, I have to get through Annika somehow.

I know what I have to do.

I gripped my gun and slightly pressed my finger on the trigger. "I'm sorry Annika." I shook my head, just before I pressed down harder and sent a bullet through her torso, hitting Ghost as well.

Ghost grunted and Annika dropped to the floor. He looked down at his side that had been scraped with the bullet.

Holding his gun up, he shot back at me and started running down the tunnel. I ran behind a pilar to block myself from him.

Once I didn't hear anymore gunshots, I walked back out, still having my gun up in case of anymore distractions.

Annika lied on the floor and applied pressure on her stomach as blood poured out. Walking up to her, I saw the look in her eyes. She wanted to really die.

I had already shot her. She would die soon.

Looking away, I pointed my gun down at her, and shot her once more. I didn't dare to look back down at her. I didn't even want to see where I had shot her.

Leaving her, I kept walking down the tunnel, Ghost wasn't making his appearance.

But to my surprise, a fist collided with my cheek. I expected it to be Ghost, but when I turned around, it was another one of his men. I went to shoot him, but to my luck, the gun was jammed.

So, I turned it around and hit him in the head with the buttstock. He stumbled back and I pulled out a knife from the pocket of my jeans.

'Keep a knife with you always. you never know when it will come in handy' wise words from Samantha Hurley.

I stabbed the man in the neck and pushed the knife in. Blood spat out from his neck and mouth, he would be dead in no time.

I left him on the floor as well and turned my back on him. I didn't need anymore surprises. I needed to get to Sam and the nuke before time runs out.

Just as I rounded another corner, I saw the light beaming at the end of the passage way. This was the way out.

"I'm coming Sam...I'm coming"