Based on the OOC thread, I've edited it so Fio is in the main room. Sorry for any confusion. If I've made any mistakes, please feel free to let me know.
What felt like a crippling hangover slowly was bringing Fio Enyer back to full consciousness. His head pounding, sounds ringing in his heads, the former Marine said, “Derrick Huxley, I swear I am never letting you take me out again…”
Also finding himself struck with nausea, Fio fought from throwing up, and slowly opened his eyes. This was not his dormitory room back at Skirata Industries, or even a hotel room that he had spent a drunken night of debauchery in, clothes and underwear strewn about with empty beer bottles.
He found himself in a dim corner of a large room, with a soft florescent light set to a minimum power. Strong steel bars surrounded him in an animal cage, roughly a 9 foot square that was maybe five feet high. Looking down, Fio found a plate of day-old food waiting for him, a bucket for reasons he didn’t want to guess at and he was clad in a thick cotton hospital gown.
Okay, I know I paid into my company health insurance this month, Fio quipped to himself as he took stock of the room around him. His last memory was fuzzy; he was on a simple snipe job in Seattle; and was heading back to Skirata Industries’ headquarters when things got fuzzy.
The room smelled like a kennel; looking around, there was a small desk, across from the cage was a medical cart filled with plenty of nasty looking equipment. A blood pressure cuff, a stethoscope, plus a biohazard trash can that from the shadows, likely had spent sharps in it. All around the rest of the room, there were other people in cages, and some wild animals. Okay, Fio was for trying anything once, but if he had missed something fun, it was going to make him grouchy.
The desk had a pile of clothes on it, from what he could see, one of his own hooded sweatshirts and a pair of khakis, with his green and black cloverleaf patterned boxer shorts. Thank god who ever took him never saw his infamous Wonder Woman ones that his best friend Derrick Huxley had bought him as a gag gift.
Fio looked around and found the lock to his cage. He wished he still had his lockpicks hidden in his underwear, but one thing at a time. The lock was a solidly made computerized keypad model, with the battery cover and any screws on the exterior of the cage where it would have been more difficult for him to get at. Well, someone knew what they were doing.
Fio picked up some of the stale bread from the plate and chewed carefully, letting the tastes swirl over his tongue as he tried to detect any foreign agents. He didn’t know much about poisons or drugs, but he figured someone had gone through a lot of trouble to find him and drag him here, where ever here was. He was ex-marines, and a sniper; Fio was perfectly content in waiting things out before he acted.
Some feet away, someone was tallying votes out loud.
"Revenge is best served a la mode." - Me
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