32 hours before out break
The trucks gathered on the road. They have captured one of the truths finest, and I am not liking it. why do I have to be one of the finest? Who cares, I have gotten attention from the enemy. Attention I don't want. I am stuck in a cold, cold cell, and they just love to do this type of thing to us at the Truth. I have no idea what to do, but wait for the helicopters.