Late in the summer of 2017, Jack wakes up on the floor. He moves his eyes to help him realize he’s in a cell. He tried to move his arms. Nothing happened.
Jack then tried to move his fingers. He could feel his fingers touch each other and with more hand movement found out his hands were bound behind his back.
“Well,” Jack said to himself, “what a mess I got myself into.”
This is the first time in Jack’s life he has ever been in a cell. He wasn’t surprised be in one though. The last thing Jack could recall doing, there were only two or three places he would end up. He was expecting to be in the land of the dead awaiting judgment. A cell was the second place he pictured himself being. He would have been real surprised if it was in the place he thought would be his final resting place.
On the other side of the door, Jack heard two men talking. He figured they were speaking Arabic since that was last language he heard before he blacked out. Jack knew he shouldn’t move very much. It was a miracle he was still alive considering what he did and all the hits he possibly took. All he could do now is lay there and reflect about how he ended up here. From a desperate plan to the present problem he found himself in.
The only thing Jack found it odd that he made the plan in the first place and he was all that was left. A successful last stand to buy time, at the cost of everyone who stood their ground, except him.