It was supposed to be a simple task. Grab some intel about some people called the horsemen, play some poker, get out. Simple. But things got complicated as soon as tried stepping out of the building. He was dazed by a haymaker to the face as he stepped out the door, then subdued by three security guards when he tried to fight back. He could take more than a few punches, but when three heavily muscled guys catch you by surprise and start going to town on you, it’d take some doing to come out on top. He didn’t have the close up combat know how to do so.

Damn. How did you get yourself into this one, Zane? You’re strapped to a chair, awaiting execution by experimental drug inoculation. Not your finest moment, buddy. Morgana and Jonson are probably gone, and you and this girl are apparently next. Looking over at his fellow captive, he leaned backward to see how exactly she was tied up. He couldn’t see his own hands, but if they were tied the same way, he could try to get himself free by using hers as a guide. He really wished he had his armor right about now.
Electronic handcuffs. Great. He needed some kind of hacking tool to open these.

“Hey. Butterfly. We’ve got electrolock handcuffs. You got any tricks up your sleeves to get outta here before Mr. Druggie comes back?”