Chapter Twenty Eight

The British soldiers were sat in the corner of an old crumbling barn, I counted nine of them but I noticed they were being held with about half a dozen American personnel. Keeping to the shadows I moved closer scanning the men I searched for the Prince but he was not among them. My heart began to beat faster, as I used my radar, something was wrong he should have been with them. I crouched against the wall hidden from their view and waited I could feel their anxiety and I entered their minds to find out where our target was. His Regiment was terrified, the Isis Guards had discovered their prize and he had been dragged away from them a few hours earlier. They were close to tears because they believed he was dead and there had been nothing they could do to prevent it. As I listened I heard them planning with their American Allies to attack their Captors at the first opportunity that presented itself. As they talked quietly the door was suddenly thrown open and the Prince was dragged in.