Short Story Draft

Confused, sore, slowly awakening, all of a sudden it comes rushing back to me. I jolt awake trying to move and releasing I am tied to this cage that holds me captive. Reality starts to set in and the memories of last night start flooding my mind, the fun night interupted by the unexpected horror of the masked men, weapons and pain.
They took us, snatched us off the streets without as much as a cry for help. It quickly hits me like a brick wall, they took us, us meaning Tyler! Where did those savages take my brother? For the first time I start taking in my surroundings. Bound; hands and feet tied to this wooden cage holding me captive in a moonlit courtyard surrounded by small huts and two other cages identical to mine, both empty.
Suddenly the door on the hut right next to me swings open making me freeze in position. Two local African men armed with machine guns slowing walk out pushing four North American men infront of them tied at the  hands and among them, my brother. Tyler Anderson; twenty-two years of age, only two years younger than myself walked emotionless across the hard ground mear metres infront of me. I am not worried about him, being a military officer and strong individual he can more than handle himself but I have to do something, he could be a few seconds away from death and my life to follow. I dare only to move my hands fearing they would notice I am awake, the ropes are tight but the cage is weak and it is clear that it is meant to hold unconious or very weak prisoners.