With the heads here we did the first round of the games. All the teams went up against each other. Then each team went off against my team and we were the overall winner. Each one of the teams had something the other did not.

Today though we were starting our ability to withstand torture. Vic, Chris, West, myself and Adam draw straws. West lost. The heads, Bobby and Stark left after breakfast. While they were eating, I drugged his team. I leaned against the bar watching them. One by one they dropped like flies.

"Cap." Vic glared at me when he saw West out. I nodded to him. Leaders were going through it also. He went a little white. I nodded to the SUV. My team helped me load them and I drove away with them following. The guys didn't know I was pulling the full team in.

I pulled through the gate and drove back to the door. I got out, the guys followed and helped me bring each guy down and lock them in a room. The heads, Stark and Bobby were sitting at the inner table waiting. I grabbed the files on everyone and laid them down.

Nat and Kyle worked with Jack and Peter. Chad was with me. He wasn't too sure what was going to happen. I pulled out my chair and I sat him down while I read through each of their files. They've all been through this type of training. West was the only one who's been through this with me.

"Have you been informed, Bobby?" I asked him when I looked up. He nodded but was wearing a blank face. "We'll start with West. Grab the table." I said and looked back. Nat and Kyle nodded to me. They handed Peter and Jack a box and grabbed the table. They walked out and into West's room. I started writing in the file.

"What's the table, Steph?" Bobby asked.

"You'll see." I pushed the file to Chad. "Write the time we finish hooking him up, wake him up, start and when we finish. Sign each one with your tag." He nodded to me. I got up and walked into West's room.

I pointed to where I wanted the table. Each case was sat on the table. I opened them and moved them where I wanted them. I worked West over getting him hooked to each case. Nat and Kyle were already stripping him.

"Vin's going to expect each team done now." Kyle said. I nodded to him.

"I draw also." They looked at me. "Spencer will stand in for me." They looked at me.

"Baby Doll." I nodded to Nat.

"That's why Stark is sitting in." They shook their heads. I finished and reached in my pocket and pulled out a package. I shook it and snapped it. Then held it under his nose. West's eyes snapped open as his body tried to move. He looked around quickly and glared at me. I turned the boxes on and read the right one. West looked sound. I reached in my back pocket and sat a disc down and pushed the center button. It turned green.

"Name." I asked and looked at West. He just held my eyes. I looked his face over and pushed the button on the case. West twitched. "Name." He didn't answer, I hit the button.

"Race." I asked him.

"Dutch American." He said in a clear voice. I watched the other box and saw he was still sound.

"Name." I asked him again. He held my eyes. I hit the button. "Eye color." I asked him.

"Blue." He said. I watched the box.

"Height." I asked him.

"6'2."

"Weight?"

"202." I nodded and found his base line.

"What is your reason for joining Whitehall?" I asked him. He held my eyes. I hit the button.

"Phone number." He held my eyes. I pushed the button.

"What is Christiana to you." His eyes went cold. I turned everything up and pushed the button. His jaw locked. I hit 8 and asked him all types of questions that had to do with his life. I got him pissed but he didn't react once. He answered questions that didn't matter to his personal life. I turned both boxes off.

"Whose idea was this." He asked me in a cold voice. I walked over and flipped the lights to the other room. He sat before the heads. They each nodded their head. He passed. I started unhooking him.

"Clam down West. Each person is going through it." His eyes cut to me. I nodded and put everything away. I nodded to the boys and they took care of everything.

"Head back or kick back?" I asked him. He leaned back. I dropped his clothes on his lap and walked out. I flipped the lights and shut the door behind me.

"You use shock torture." Bobby asked me at once. I glanced at him.

"All over the body also." I signed the report and put it aside. I picked the next file and sat it in front of Chad. He looked up at me.

"What's the disc?" He asked me.

"It's a recording that only picks up voice patterns. It only clicks on and off with a voice." He nodded and thought it was cool. I tapped the file and he nodded to me. I walked into the closet and grabbed a box. I walked into Sam's room and sat down in the chair.

I woke him up and folded my legs. It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. Then he looked at me. He was waiting for me to start. He knew what was going on. I pulled out the box and sat it on my knee. He looked at it. I just held his eyes and waited him out.

Like with Sam, I worked through West's team getting a base line on each man. Then leaned against the table waiting them out. I knew their teacher and was pleased with the base line I was getting already. Chad was keeping record of everything.

I walked over and opened the closet. I looked through my cases and thought about what I was going to do. I grabbed a few cases and handed them to my team while I told them where to take them.

"How many ways do you have?" Bobby asked me when he looked into the closet. I looked around.

"If you can think it, most likely I've stocked it. Training is a little cleaner than if I was working someone over.

I STOPPED WRITING THIS STORY BUT WOULD LIKE TO FINISH IT.