“….Dangerous….. Stop test…… loose….. Need to…… the head……” “Shut….. The… just fine…… let it…… the way it should be……” “No, wait..!” Exavior Abernathy woke, if only faintly, with a groan, hearing murmuring around him, hardly able to understand the conversation being had from the bits and pieces he could hear. The first sensation to come to him was that of cold metal. A shiver ran through his aching and tired body as he found himself to be laying on some sort of metal slab. The scientist couldn’t tell if he was temporarily blinded from having just woken up and his eyes needing to adjust, or if all was just black around him, but in either case, nothing could be seen. The only real clue given to him as to what might have been happening was given by what little he could hear of what he thought was conversing, but trying to decipher it in his mind was nearly as complex as trying to think to himself in Lithuanian. Or even speak it for that matter… A faint laugh, strained and raspy, escaped his lips as he thought about the times before every night he would go to bed half expecting not to wake up. ‘Maybe this is death… drifting forever in a cold, dark place, never to be aware. Maybe what I heard only moments before were the voices of his killers, or doctors, speaking about me or something different entirely, those being the last words I’ll ever hear...’ The depressing thought brought the smile from his face into a grimace of pain as he tried to move his arm, if only slightly, to feel about his body for any damage. ‘The pain is…. A good thing, right…..? If I were dead already, I wouldn’t feel pain….’ Exavior tried to move his arm once more, the pain intensifying, but also centering itself somewhere specific. Mentally tracing the pain along his arm, the doctor found it to have centered about midway down his upper arm, the pain being a sort of… sharp, shredding sort of feeling. The tearing, however, was so faint that it could hardly be identified. The only reason Exavior could tell it apart from the sharpness was because he had been in a situation like this before, though fully conscious of all that was happening around him. He had an IV in his arm that was specially crafted for distribution only among the highest importance companies, such as the former SHEILD. It had micro serrations in it, made not only to hold the needle in place, but also to ease the insertion. Only by using a needle specific code on the wireless controller could the serrations be retracted. This sort of system was especially useful for the more headstrong field agents that would absolutely refuse medical treatment, this simple device forcing them to stay put, else they shred a good bit of muscle and skin. ‘So now the question is, do I want to risk a nasty arm wound just for the sake of finding something I don’t even know is out there..?’ There was little time left for the male to think about his question, as the sharp pain he had felt before when moving his arm shot through not only his arm, but also the side of his neck. Exavior could feel a thick bandage being wrapped around his neck and then his arm before all consciousness left him once more. When the scientist woke, he was in a large open room, or at least, as far as he could tell. He was sitting upright in a rather comfortable chair, which was fortunate as he couldn’t move at the moment. The area he was in was bright with multiple splotches of darkness around him, in the vague shape of other humans. With bleary vision and a fuzzy brain, Exavior was left to the mercy of those around him. He couldn’t even speak, and with only three of his senses available to him, and a mind that couldn’t interpret it, he was as helpless as he was when in the dark.