DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Expendables or the A-Team.

Warning: This story is just a little dark. It contains a truckload of angst. No explicit torture, but it is clearly said.

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BARNEY ROSS'S P.O.V.

I was thrown back into the bamboo cage, my head thunking on the thick bars.

Oww... that hurts...

"How was your massage?" Lee asked, giving me a small smirk.

For some reason, they put all of us in one cage, which might have been an advantage on our part. Except for the fact, that whenever I came back in from an interrogation, I was given a round of twenty questions when I just wanted to sleep. Thankfully, as of now, the rest of the Team was sleeping (save Lee).

"Real nice," I said, crawling over to him. "They used baseball bats, bull whips, and everything."

"Can I take a look?" He asked.

"Go ahead," I said as I crossed my legs and grasped the bamboo bars. This was gong to hurt.

"How'm I going to get your shirt off?" He asked. "It's just shreds held in place with your blood."

"Yeah, thanks for the comforting image," I grumbled. "Just tear it off and use it for bandages."

"Alright, then. This will hurt a bit."

"Just get it over with."

Lee gave a shred a tug, causing the scab to rip off my back. I hissed as he finally got the whole shred off. My back felt like it was on fire!

"Lee, a little easier, please," I grunted as he tugged on another shred.

"Sure thing," he said. "So, have you heard anything about the other prisoners?"

I glanced at the other cage, or, at least where I knew the cage was. It was way too dark to see their faces, but I could make out three body shapes.

"No, not really," I said. "Although I did hear singing and screaming. Sounded like it was coming from a lunatic."

"There was another guy in the cage before," Lee said, ripping another strip from my back. "He was busted up pretty bad. He was bruised and bloody."

I yelped as Lee pulled off the last strip, then dropped my head against the bamboo bars. "I wonder who they are."

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FACE'S P.O.V.

I glanced at the guys in the other cell, then rubbed my eyes. "So, Hannibal, have you come up with a plan yet?"

"I'm working on it," he said through his cigar. "There's just a couple of kinks I gotta work out."

I buried my face in my hands. I was trying to prepare myself for what shape Murdock was in when he'd come out of the interrogation... if he came out at all.

No, no, don't think like that. Murdock's strong, he can take it.

The night had a creepy effect. It was completely dark, save for the small light coming from the command center. I kinda liked it, and if I wasn't locked in a cage in the middle of nowhere, I would've enjoyed the eerieness.

Suddenly, a scream rent the night. I recognised it immediately, and before I could stop myself, I had yelled back.

"MURDOCK!" I screamed, hoping for a response.

There was none.

I wondered what the other guys in the other cage were thinking right now. Not that I really cared, I was just completely and utterly bored. And scared. And worried.

The door to the bad guy's HQ opened, and I could make out two men dragging a body out.

I wanted more than anything to stand by the door and wait for them to open it, but I knew they wouldn't allow me to do that. So, I sat down in the back of the cage.

They opened the door to the cage and threw a torn-up Murdock in, then walked off.

I hurried over to Murdock and pulled him onto my lap. "Murdock... hey, buddy."

"Facey..." he groaned softly as he leaned against me, too exhausted to hold himself up.

He looked awful. His back was a bloody mess, and his chest wasn't much different.

"Why don't you fall asleep, ok, buddy?" I asked. "You look like you need it."

"Mmm," he mumbled, then fell asleep. I don't even think he had a say in the matter, he was just too exhausted and his body gave up.

I held him for a little bit until I was sure that he was asleep, then nodded to Hannibal. He crawled over with a relatively clean wet shred from a shirt, and sat still for a moment as B.A. took off Murdock's shirt. Hannibal carefully and gently began to clean Murdock's wounds on his back.

"Shhhh," I whispered to Murdock as he stirred. He quietly settled back, but I saw a grimace on his face. He could feel it.

"Hannibal," I whispered, and he nodded. He understood, and slowed down a bit. Murdock visibly relaxed.

Finally, Hannibal finished, and I leaned back and let Murdock sleep.

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