I stretch myself leisurely, though the shackles impede my range of movement. I roll my shoulders, my necks, and other stretches that I can do with the shackles containing my wrist and legs, chained to the metal floor. Titanium plating, fiber optics cabling, 2-inch steel chain links, and 3-inch shackles around my wrists, 3.25 inch shackles around my ankles. Perfectly rounded, very expensive, high-quality. Private military took me in. Of course, I let them take me in, just to see who had spent so much time trailing me. My followers were very skilled, I'd never of noticed them if I didn't notice the same metal groups at the edge of my range.
But then again, for all their skills they never seemed to of figured out I had control over metals.
When they first surrounded him, he used a dust bomb to allow Nosalis to escape, and then he simply raised his hands in peace. His items were confiscated, obviously, but the important things were on something like saddlebags on Nosalis's back. Everything I had with me was expendable.
Except for myself, of course. I waited in my cell room, a perfect square, really, with a doorway in the middle of the wall opposite of me. All gray, all metal. I can feel how thick it is: up to 3 feet, solid titanium-plating for 5 inches, before 2 and a half feet of steel. They left me sitting here for 5 hours before they came to collect me, as if the time was supposed to blur together and become longer than it actually was.
Take that, hunters, I can count.
They stood me up, and I decided that I didn't care much to find out whoever my hunter was. If he had trailers on me again, then I'd kill him. Time to lose the shackles then. As soldiers went around to stand to each corner, more or less behind me, but I didn't let them even raise their guns. They frowned, confused, when their MP5s remained motionless. First they tried tugging at them, to move the, then they let go of them. I let the guns float in mid-air, and their eyes widened enough to make the 5 hour wait totally worth it. Next, I used their dog tags [former soldiers, perhaps ex-Marines, I didn't care to find out] to, more or less, slit their throat. The 3 other guards/escorts that were in front of me watched with growing alarm, and then attempted to shoot me.
I stopped the bullets from even leaving the barrels, and their weapons exploded, shredding their hands, forearms, and leaving the door open for my escape.
I walk forward, slipping through the metal shackles like they were water, leaving the shackles still locked as they fall to the ground, nothing no longer supporting them.
~ ~ ~
The place I was being held at was a government military facility; an airbase, actually. It was a simple thing to just hijack one of their fighters, and fly away. I knew where I was supposed to meet my Nosalis, and I had a parachute.
A trail of dead soldier with a combination of shredded bodies, cut throats, and metal spikes imbedded inside their chests or heads followed my progress across the base. My escape would not be unnoticed.