“My name is Private First Class Trent. Number 298-72-9804. I am an American Soldier being held against my will.”
PFC Samantha "Sam" Trent and her squad had been captured on a raid of what should have been an abandoned compound. GEOINT had reported a geothermal spike directly under the structure and suspected extensive tunnelling, maybe a large cache. So Sergeant Tamada had led Rivers, Withersby, Gonzalez, both Smith boys, and Sam Trent directly into an ambush.
Six months later, Trent was the sole survivor, trapped in a living hell where angels and demons were not only real, but terrifyingly similar. Or she had lost her mind. Her existence narrowed to three sentences, repeated in an obstinate, hopeless litany. By now, surely the interrogator was right. No one was looking for her.
But someone was, and they were both about to become ensnared in a dangerous and elaborate game.