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Spider sat in the corner of his cell, his back pressed against the cold metal wall. He had been in here for hours, maybe even days. Time was hard to keep track of in this place.

The door to his cell slid open with a loud clang, and Spider squinted against the sudden light. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the bright fluorescent lights that lined the corridor.

"Get up," a voice commanded.

Spider slowly pushed himself to his feet and stepped out of the cell. The figure turned and began walking down the corridor, not bothering to see if Spider was following.

Spider hurried to catch up, his bare feet slapping against the cold concrete floor. He glanced around as he walked, taking in his surroundings. The corridor was dimly lit and lined with identical metal doors. It was a prison, but not like any he had ever seen before.

They reached the end of the corridor and stepped into a small room. A table sat in the center, surrounded by four chairs. Two men were already seated at the table - one Spider recognized immediately as Colonel Quaritch, head of security for Hell's Gate.

The other man was unfamiliar to Spider - tall and slender with dark hair and sharp features. He wore a crisp white shirt and black pants, giving him an air of authority.

"Have a seat," Quaritch said gruffly, gesturing to one of the empty chairs.

Spider cautiously took a seat across from Quaritch. The unfamiliar man stared at him for a moment before speaking.

"Spider," he said, his voice smooth but commanding. "We need information."

Spider remained silent, studying the man's face for any sign of deception.

"We know you've been helping those blue-skinned savages," Quaritch growled. "We want to know what they're planning."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Spider replied, keeping his voice steady.

The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Spider, we're not asking for your help. We're demanding it. You will tell us everything you know about the Na'vi."

Spider clenched his fists under the table, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had to stay strong - for himself and for the Na'vi.

"I can't help you," Spider said firmly.

The man's face hardened, and he leaned back in his chair. "Very well. If that's how you want to play it."

Quaritch stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process. He grabbed Spider by the arm and yanked him to his feet.

"You're making a big mistake," Quaritch snarled, glaring down at Spider.

"Maybe," Spider replied defiantly. "But I won't betray my friends."

Quaritch's grip tightened on Spider's arm, and he pulled him out of the room. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the unfamiliar man alone at the table.

Spider was thrown back into his cell, landing hard on the cold concrete floor. The door slid shut with a loud bang, and he could hear Quaritch's heavy footsteps retreating down the corridor.

Spider sat up slowly and pressed a hand to his throbbing head. He knew he was in trouble now - but he also knew he couldn't give in.

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He needed to stay strong - for himself and for the Na'vi.