Later that day (around 1:24), the guards let me go outside (For a POW camp, it didn't look bad). I met up with Jury-Rigged and Recoil, and that was when shit hit the fan. There were two Russian POW's standing next to them, and they looked pissed. I didn't say anything to them, but they looked like they were going to kill me. I was talking to Jury and Recoil, then one of the POW's grabbed my right shoulder, turned me around and threw a punch, hitting me in the jaw. As soon as I hit the ground, the other POW picked me up and put me in a master lock. The POW that threw the punch then pulled a knife out of his boot (I don't know how the hell he got it, because they searched us before we entered the camp, and it didn't look like he made it out of a piece of metal) and threw it and got me center mass, the POW that was holding me back let go. As I fell to the ground, I pulled the knife out my chest and realized that it was one of Blade's knives (The one he got Jury-Rigged to make for him).
