BioCyte facility Alpha His cell was cold and sterile without the slightest hint of an amenity. He was definately a prisoner in this place. He tried to recall how it was he'd come to be in this place but his mind was foggy. The result of drugs no doubt. His clothes had been removed of him and he was wearing a medical gown. How quaint this place was treating him like a medical hostage. He stood up and his side lit up in fire as he winced to the edge and tried to glance around. The soreness in his neck told him he'd been sleeping on that sad excuse of a bed with no pillow for a few days at least. And the pain in his body was new. A few days or less. So whatever happened he was getting hurt while he was here. To what end though? Who stood to gain anything from his capture? What was the angle? He punched the transparent steel wall. So it wasn't plexiglass as he'd thought. That meant who ever was holding him had means and money. Two dangerous things to factor together when someone was up to no good. He tried to peer around and see if he could see anyone else. He opened his mouth to speek and choked out a hoarse "Hello?"