Your Team is out on a caper, delivering hearty doses of Fuck You and free back-fists to Commies down near the Piggly-Wiggly, where Red Team has HQ near the bread lines. Red Team suddenly gets reinforced and your guys have to beat feet back to the bat cave. With a head count you realize Bubba didn't make it. One of your guys confirms Bubba didn't catch a face full of M4 bad luck, but he did get his arse knocked the F out and hog-tied in a Red Team van.
Bubba's a good ol' boy. His wife is a peach and makes great cobbler. His curtain-climbers are cute as hell. Everyone likes Bubba. Your Intel guys don't know where the Red Team executive conference room is located - the one with the torches and ballpeen hammers. So a rescue isn't happening.
Bubba knows who you are, where you are, where your hidey-holes are at, who your informants are, and other sundry details. WTF do you do? Bubba won't talk. Bubba's a good guy. You've known him since grade school. Your wife is his cousin.
Patriots, in this scenario it will be time for Hard Things and to recognize a few Hard Truths. Bubba loves you as his brothers. He is built like a bull and hates Commies. Your Team compartmentalized, but Bubba is one of the guys who knows about more compartments than most.
Bubba is going to tell everything he knows. You'd better count on it.
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