Well, if this wasn't the cherry on topof the fucking sundae.
Kurt had been awake for hours now,simply sitting back within the iron-clad imprisonment that thepersonnel had earlier stuffed him within, biding his time and waitingfor the girl to his right to awaken. Up until now, though, he'd beenperfectly quiet. Every time they had laid their fingers on him, itwas the game. First to quit loses. If he yelped – er, screamed out,he lost, but if they couldn't get a single fucking word out of him,he won. It was a disgusting way of looking at what he believed wastorture, but that was fine. Bastards should've known that when theysnatched up a Marine, they were dealing with something they couldn'tbreak. Something resourceful...
And what perfect timing, too.It was about this point in time that he figured there might be somelack of security, or perhaps they had all evacuated. The room waspretty insulated, so they couldn't hear anything outside orvis-a-vis. It was hard to keep time in these cells since there wasonly artificial light to keep the room lit, and there was no clock orcalendar within the room. Not even a damn ray of light through acrack he wished was in the wall. It was driving him mad, but histraining had taught him to keep cool no matter what. Use what ya got,and do what you can. If you escape, then you fight another day. Lordonly knew when the others would come back and why.
So, as thegirl began to create a ruckus, Kurt slowly stood and hunched over inthe tiny cell to pace over to the lock on the cage's door. He'd begoddamned if someone locked him up like the mutt they made him looklike. Thick, long, fur-covered fingers slipped out to the wristbetween the small bars to give him just enough maneuvering room tobend his hand at the wrist. Then, once the left hand was through, hisright hand slipped out overtop the lock on the cage. From that, itwas simple technique. One that he rehearsed while the girl in theother cage was out cold.
If he was right in thinking thatthere could have been other personnel here and they could hear them,but not the other way around, then he'd have to work fast. Very fast.Which was exactly why he had been doing his best not to fumble. Hisleft thumb had worked as the torque on the lock while his right indexfingernail worked as a pick. Only a few seconds after he had started,a satisfying click echoed in the room and gave way for the door topush open. Now, all he had to do was relax his wrists, brace his footagainst the door, and pull just hard enough so the thick, furrywrists would pop through.
But now there was a problem; wherethe fuck was he going to hide?! Now that he was free of the cage, histrue, staggering height was enough to make him worry. Going from sixto seven-and-a-half-feet-tall wasn't exactly the kind of thing thathelped someone adjust to a situation. So his first idea of escape wasout. He couldn't assume that he was able to adjust to the heightquickly enough, which meant that he would have to fake capture. Thatwas fine enough. Kurt tugged off his gloves and draped them over thehorizontal bars, then shut the door so that the strap of his leftglove would jam the lock and simply appear as if it were resting onthe bars.
"Quiet down, kid," Kurt said in his deep,baritone growl. "Just take a few breaths. We'll get out of here. Weonly want one of them coming in here at the moment..."
Now, Kurt perched himself in the near corner of his cage so he was sitting nearer to the girl.
