We should think before talking

Custer leaned down from his mount. He was an evil looking man, wild eyes darting about. "I wouldn't sound so crazy if I were you," he whispered menencingly, "The men might join in your thinking, they are a bit stupid after all."

"But it's the tru-" blurted out Phil before Plisken thudded his fist into Phil's chest.

"Is it indeed," said a Custer horribly, "Perhaps you would like to spend some time under guard to teach you a lesson about lying to your betters!"

Some soldiers came on Custer's signal and tied ropes around the groups hands. After been pulled away, Alex trying to fight back, the four 'scouts' were thrown into a tent guarded by several men armed with Trapdoor Carbines.

"Custer has delayed the attack by half an hour, you will be let out then," called one of the gurads.

"Well what do we do now?" asked Phi.

"When I was young we would tell each other stories," said Plisken, sounding very much like an old man.

"That's a really dumb idea," said Phil. Plisken looked a little hurt.

"Why don't you start then!" Plisken snapped.

"Why don't you tell use how you lost your arm, old man!" Phil snapped back.

Plisken's eyes darkened and he hung his head down, remembering things that he really didn't want to remember.

"You really don't want to know," Plisken said quietly, closing in his eyes.

"Yes we do!" said Phil, wanting to know more about the old man.

"Fine," said Plisken, "But you will never tell anyone else." Plisken was slightly relieved that he was getting the chance to tell this story, he had kept it bottled up inside of him for so long. The other three leaned in closer to hear Plisken's tale.

<OCC- Sorry for delaying the action a bit but I really wanted to expand Plisken's history.>

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