The muzzle of the pistol grew closer into Jack's neck, everything was silent until a Tom-boyish voice rang out. "HANDS, UP..." Jack complied to the demands and raised his hands high up, then dropping Valaskez's knife onto the ground. "Alright, now stand up, SLOWLY!" The Tom-boyish voice sounded more aggressive, Jack stood with his hands raised and his face sweating. "Now Turn around!" The voice exclaimed again. Jack took a moment but followed the instructions and turned around slowly to be met with a Gilled blue face with an eye-patch. The Fish like soldier kept the gun aimed underneath Jack's chin, yet he kept his stoic face "Man...Your one ugl-" Before he could finish his statement, the Fish-like soldier pressed the muzzle of the pistol more into his chin. "Alright...we don't want things to get hairy" Jack said with wide eyes yet had a calm voice, at this moment Frisk Knew who this was. "U..Undyne?" She muttered under her breath. "Knight Ember, Report!" Undyne yelled while looking at Jack with her pissed off eye. At that moment Papyrus hastily and clumsily stood up whilst dusting himself off, "Its nothing Knight Blaze, just another Killer...I could've handle-" Papyrus was interrupted by the Fish soldier when She raised her finger as if to stop him, which it does causing Papyrus to back down. The Fish-like soldier then looked at Smalls, "Who's the fodder with the blonde hair?" She says with a slight growl. "That "Fodder" Is my friend Swamp thing...His name's Smalls..." Jack unexpectedly says while making a slight frown of anger. The entire crowd gasped in fear of what would happen next. Undyne proceeded to slowly look at Jack and curled up her lips to reveal her razor sharp teeth! "Guess you need some dental work lady..." Jack Muttered with a smirk which caused Undyne to become more pissed and annoyed. She took a deep breath and looked at Papyrus, "Knight Ember, take these two humans to the Brigg." Undyne spoke in a loud commanding voice that seemed to boom around the entire fortress. She then got close to Jack's face and whispered with a slight growl and hiss. "Make sure it's a Dirty cell..." Whispered Undyne who had grown a similar smirk as Jack's. Suddenly Papyrus grabs his Assualt rifle and hits Jack in the back of the head with the weapons stock. The soldier immediately fell to the ground with a grunt of pain as his face smashed into the snowy ground. his eyes were closed as he took in the pain. Slowly he opened his eyes as he laid in the snow wincing from his concussion but at that moment he caught sight of Frisk in the front of the crowd. At first, Jack gave her a haunting look but then gave her a calm look as if he was telling her in some sort of unknown universal language not to help him and stay hidden. Frisk looked at Jack for a straight Ten seconds until she understood and slid back into the crowd. At that moment Jack closed his eyes and accepted his capture only to be met with the stock Papyrus's weapon hitting the back of Jack's head again knocking him unconscious.

Jack's vision was pitch black and the only feeling he had was the familiar breeze of cold and ash calmly moving through his face with the smell of smoke and gunpowder. His eyes darted open as he felt a hand grab his shoulder which was surprisingly sensitive to the touch, "Woah Woah buddy its Me, Calm down" The voice sounded Familiar to the dazed Jack though he could only see a blurry figure above him. After a moment, Jack's vision cleared to reveal his close friend Sam covered in dry blood and ash. "S..Sam? Where the hell are we?" Jack said weakly as he sat up and looked at what seemed to be a small concrete basement with a boiler and a stairway in one corner and a small broken window with a trail of blood leading to Jack himself in the other corner. "Let's just say we went through hell and back to get here and all that matters is that we're safe, well for now at least. Until we rot here" explained Sam whilst peeking at the old wooden staircase for any intruders. Jack turned his head at his best friend, surprised that he would say such a thing, "We could go and find our unit." Sam took one glance at Jack and then rose to his feet, standing over the injured Jack. "Unit? UNIT?! FUCK THE UNIT! It's only you and me, STUCK IN THIS GODDAMNED FREAKSHOW!" Sam threw his M16 to the Ground in rage as He was starting to fall apart from every single Atrocity of war he had witnessed or potentially committed. Jack slowly stood, Stumbling from the loss of blood caused by the wound in his shoulder. "Sam, there's only two ways out of this. Either We sit and wait for those enemies to walk in here and kill us, or we fight our way out. But now is the worst possible time to panic!" only a stoic face came from Jack as he spoke those words. But still, fear lingered in his sub-conscious as if slowly telling him the unfortunate truth of the outcome of a firefight, but still he was strangely determined to get to his unit as if some deep instinct told him so. "Alright COLLEMBINE, what's your great escape plan?" Sam sarcastically said while crossing his arms. Jack stared at Sam thinking long and hard of a plan that could work. He then went to Sam and whispered in his ear then pulled away with a smug yet desperate face. Sam stared back at his friend with a dumbfounded look and then sighed. "If this doesn't work Collembine, I'll see you in hell." Sam then proceeded to get in cover behind the only side of the wooden staircase while Jack got behind the boiler. The two waited until they heard the footsteps of three soldiers growing closer to the entrance of this basement. Both Jack and Sam listened for any sudden sounds on the stairs but instead were met with the sounds of soldiers speaking. "This is Eagle-1, we're still searching for the suitable subject The SKULL requested." The soldier was speaking on his commlinks with his superior officer. though the voice was faint, both of the American soldiers understood it. "Yes sir, we'll be sure to keep an eye out." Jack became more intrigued by the soldier's words but knew what his mission was, get out of here, and go home. Jack then knelt down and grabbed a small stone. He stood back up slowly and looked at Sam. Carefully and silently, Jack shifted his left eyebrow as if asking Sam if he was ready, Sam understood and nodded. After this Jack shortly counted down with his fingers and then smashed the stone on the boiler causing an echoing bang that alarmed the soldiers above them. There was only a second of silence until one of the soldiers talked rapidly. "Get in position, I think we've found our subject." In only a quick moment all three of the soldiers get into a breaching position and ready each of their weapons with a deafening snap of it's springs! After a minute of waiting, one of the soldiers goes down the old creaking stairs. Sam took out his survival knife and waited in anticipation. As the soldier turned the corner, he was met with a serrated blade to his gas masks eye causing glass and blood to shoot onto Sam's tired face. The soldier's body was still alive as it twitched. Sam then proceeded to push the corpse off his blade with a cold wet retracting sound from it as the soldier's body came crashing down onto the floor. The sound was as loud as a brick landing on iron, such a wretched sound. But only now did Sam realized his mistake, "Oh...shit." He simply said as he looked at Jack. Suddenly rapid descending footsteps were heard. But as the first soldier's foot touches the surface of the basement, Jack sprints towards him and tackles the soldier into the wall with a loud crash. "TAKE THE SHOT SA-" Jack blurted out before he felt the cold stab of a Bowie knife from the third soldier, which landed in his shoulder blade. The pain was almost unbearable but Jack kept pinning the second soldier. Slowly the pain got worse until the soldier that was holding the knife got his head caved in by one of Sam's bullets which resonated from a magnum revolver. The once living soldier's brain matter splattered on the side of Jack's face as his body fell on both Jack and the other soldier with a crash causing the two to fall into a pile. For a minute both Jack and the soldier were interlocked in a fist fight, each punch sounded like thunder as they continued. Spontaneously out of nowhere, the soldier pins Jack to the broken concrete floor and takes out a rusty worn commando knife and tries to stab the young soldier in his jugular! Though Jack was able to stop its momentum, it grew inches closer. The soldier then went Jack's face, The soldier's facial features were...war-torn, to say the least with a Scar on his neck right up to his nose, he then spoke faintly. "Let me show you how it feels to suffer, you UGLY SHIT-EATING PI-" Suddenly the soldier's words became gasps and gurgles as he felt the cold serrated blade of Sam's righteous rage pierce his throat. "YEA, finish what you were saying bud. Cmon! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" at the last word of Sam's short rant, he swiftly took out the blade by slashing it sideways through the soldier's veins causing blood to gush from his wound. A moment of silence was met from this, both Jack and Sam were on their own now. Without a plan or any more ammo except the weapons they scavenged, they needed to escape. The young African American soldier then grabbed his head and breathed deeply to calm himself, he then looked at Jack and spoke very shakily. "A..Alright...L..Let's get the hell out of here!" Sam helped the young soldier up and gave him a P-90 SMG. The two moved over the bodies and went up the stairs. Halfway up the staircase the two stopped and crafted a small plan. "Alright, I think you and me already know that were behind enemy lines, and we can't find our unit. Well, not without this." Sam then showed Jack a bloody Comms which Sam picked up from one of the dead soldiers. "We can't use our comms due to the fact that they jam our tech. Luckily, they're not smart enough to keep us from using their tech." Sam explains and chuckles. His face then went serious, Sam then spoke silently "You know we could die, or possibly worse, captured." Jack stared at him a bit scared but willing to do anything. "I understand, but it's your's and my duty is to escape this hell-hole. And honestly, that's worth dying for in my book." Sam smirked at Jack's response and the two fist-bumped each other. Sam then opened the one shot up door which shined an almighty light into Jack's vision. The two then ran through it.

The light was bright, almost blinding Jack. When he finally could see, it was a dark damp jail cell with bars made out of metal sewage pipes. The texture of the floor was as the same as mud. Jack stood up and went to the bars and looked around. There was only one door to his left and a boarded up window that showed and obscured view of the Fortress. Right next to the door were five assault rifles leaning up against a wall. "Good morning Sir." A voice resonated behind Jack, his mind would have told him to turn around but due to his injuries, he could only turn his head to the voice. In one corner of the cell was a bruised and beaten Smalls. "Jesus Christ what did they do to you Smalls?!" Jack moved over to the broken recruit and kneeled beside him checking on his injuries. "D..Don't worry about me Sir, I'll be Good in no time...." Small's voice was slurred as though he was drunk on pain and fear, yet he kept his smile as if to impress Jack. A couple seconds later, the entrance of the small jail opened forcefully by a Humanoid fish who was followed by a skeleton soldier. "So...How was your dream soldier boy...heh heh." After hearing this, Jack looked directly at Undyne with a tired face. But then his rage consumed him as if it were a hurricane of emotions. He stood up and lunged at the bars in a primal instinct, "YOU FILTHY BITCH! What did you do to him!?". Jack banged against the cage and tried to grab Undyne who was far away enough to mock the lieutenant. "Now, before I take off your head infront of my people, your gonna tell me why you are here!" Undyne explained in an aggressive deep growl while bringing her face closer to Jack's with every word. Her face now more clearly revealed to Jack, had a masculine jawline yet had the features such as eyelashes and long hair to distinguish her as a female. She was also worn with scars, a damaged eyepatch and a piece of her "ear" missing. The smell of her breath was vile and rancid same as the stench of her clothes and body. "Well...Why are you hear?!" Her voice rang louder and more aggressive almost making Papyrus jump. Jack stared at her unsure to tell her about Frisk, fearing that the fish like monster could harm her. "Alright, you wanna play the little interrogation game? Then let's play it!" In an instant, Undyne unholstered an old fashioned 1911 Colt and put it against Jack's chest. A long silence was heard until Papyrus spoke, "M..Ma'am, may I please suggest something!" Undyne slowly and calmly looked at Papyrus while keeping the pistol trained on Jack's chest, she lifted an eyebrow waiting for his suggestion. "I wanted to suggest that we could use him in the field, M..Ma,am" Almost immediately after this, Undyne began to giggle then laugh. "Are you serious Ember?!" Undyne's emotions flipped from Laughing to gravely serious. Jack was glaring at both with sweat coming down his face while Papyrus was nervous and afraid yet kept a fake face of a soldier which seemed to calm him slightly. "He almost killed you Papyrus!" he stared stocly yet shivered at Undyne's yelling. "T..That's exactly why I think he would help. He can fight, or maybe take out some of those scouts." Papyrus was shaking at what Undyne would say. Undyne then simply smirked, and cocked the Colt."Wait! Please don't hurt him!" The voice came behind Papyrus, it was young and feminine. Everyone excluding Smalls looked at the entrance of the Jail to see a dirty and teary eyed Frisk. Papyrus looked at Frisk with wide eyes of worry of what Undyne would do. As for Undyne's reaction, similar to Papyrus's, her eye was widened at the small child almost as if she and Frisk had a strong relationship. "P..Please don't hurt him Undyne!" Tears began rolling down Frisk's face as she pleaded for Jack's safety. Undyne was in tranced with the memories of her and the child, but as if someone smacked her in the face, she was knocked out of her trance and was pushed back into reality. "And why should I?" Undyne kept the Colt at Jack's chest ready to fire when she saw fit for it. "Because h..he saved me!" Jack Glared at Frisk with her response. "If it weren't for him, I'd be dead just like..." Frisk paused and tears began to roll down her face. Undyne and Papyrus stared at her with confusion, "Knight Ember, how did this killer and this child get here?" Papyrus immediately looked at Undyne and spoke his report. "He arrived with the human in his arms, with two scouts behind him. He was shot in the back from what I could see and landed in a crater from one of our mines." Undyne was listening intently. "Though when I got there, it seems that he killed the scouts with only a pistol." Jack and Frisk looked at Papyrus knowing that this was a lie. There was an unbearable silence that seemed to go on for ages. Undyne then pondered at skeleton's report, Everyone in the room had a slight fear in their eyes including Jack. The female fish then faced Jack with a piercing yellow eye, "You, have one chance. But fuck up once..." She grew closer to Jack's face and whispered, "I'll burn your eyes out, GOT IT!" Jack glared at the amphibian and nodded once. "Alright, then lets lock and load soldier boy! Your first mission begins in 15 minutes!" Undyne smirked and gestured Papyrus to unlock the cell. The two soldiers were then dragged out and given restraints. Jack Stared at Frisk and knew what he must do. Play along.