[Havoc]

'What is it with you and those guns Art?' Kaira questioned him. 'You just misplaced them, thats all. Go check your tent or something.'
Then she turned to Streak.
'Streak is right, we need to find Charger. And not just because I love him so much, we need him to stay alive!'
She paused for a moment.
'And to keep him alive...'

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Meanwhile, miles and miles away from the others, Charger slowly started to wake up. His head hurt, his mouth was dry and his chest hurt severely. It gave him trouble breathing, in turn making him gasp loudly every time he inhaled.
As he proceeded to open his eyes, he was almost blinded by the light shining in his face. Or was it just the whiteness of the room that hurt his eyes so much?
It proved to be the latter, because as his eyes addapted to the room, he could see that everything in here was clear white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Everything, but himself.
Charger didn't even notice he had been tied to a table untill he wanted to lift his arm to rub is eyes. But he was indeed tied up, arms and legs were kept in place by strong leather belts, connected to what seemed a specialy designed table. The only thing he could pretty much move was his head. And so he did.
Intensely he looked around the room, seeing if he could make out anything of interest that could help him understand what had happened and where he was. But he saw nothing. The only thing in this room was the table he was on, a mirror on the wall, and bright lights in the ceiling. Oh, and ofcourse the all white door right infront of him.
As he looked closer at the mirror, he suspected it was in fact a window, people were probably staring at him right now. An idea he wasn't to comfortable with. But hey, what could he do? He was tied up, and still way to weak to even attempt breaking the leather straps.
What seemed hours passed as Charger waited for something to happen, while in fact it was only a few minutes.
After the wait however, the door opened, and in stepped a tallish man in a black suit that was in direct contrast to the white walls around him. He wore sunglasses, and his hair was combed in a stylish fashion. Would Charger have been to his full senses, he would immediatly have figured out this guy was some sort of agent, or at least working for some dark company. The guy just showed it. As the man closed the door, he looked at Charger.
'Well well, the famous Charger, caught at last. And so easy on top of that...' the man snickered as he came to stand next to him, taking of his sunglasses and cleaning them with a small white cloth. 'You must feel pretty screwed over, don't you big boy?'
'What the hell are you talking about?' Charger mumbled, slowly blinking his eyes as he was still exausted and depleted. 'Who the hell are you? Where am I?'
The man grinned down at him.
'You have a lot of questions... for a freak,' he said.
This sharpened most of Chargers senses. He never liked being called a freak, and the few people who dared call him that never lived to tell. This guy was playing with his life, but probably knew he was save because of the confines of the leather belts. Charger just grumbled, not trying to show he was coming to his senses fast. For now he played dumb, acting like he was still drugged.
'Fine, if you must know,' the man said. 'I'm agent Macker, but you can call me Jack if you want.'
'What about Jackass?' Charger remarked.
Jack grinned, then proceeded to stand at Charger head side.
'Ah, there we have the humour. I was waiting for that to show up...' he said, then with a quick move grabbed Chargers head and put him in sort of a headlock by simply pulling his head back. He stared into his eyes, and Charger stared back with the dangrous tiger eyes he always had. 'But you better be carefull who you make enemies with in here... understood?'
Without waiting for Charger's respons he let him go, then headed to the door.
'Enjoy,' he said, then stepped out the room, and left Charger alone once again. Alone with himself, and with his fear.