Silence, It was a comfortable peacefulness that some prisons had, besides the occasional of screaming and strange noises as they dragged someone off from their cell it wasn't a bad place to sit down and think. Not including, of course, the fact that Ollie was lying on the stone cold ground. He hated the mattress; he always felt that using it meant that the aliens had won. Ollie understood it was vain, but when a person has not seen the light of day in what seemed like months, you have to take every win you could get, well at least until he could get out of this wretched place. Not to mention the irregular timings and how much he received, He was confident that he wouldn't even give it half a star on trip advisor. The only thought that would stop him tearing it down was the damn collar on his neck.

Ollie was mid-thought when the alarm tripped. He would've jumped with joy if he had not been so damn tired, had one of his contacts finally come to retrieve him from this place of torment? [b]"Thankyou, Miss Portal,"[/b] he said extending his hands through the bars;[b] "I do believe that in this type of facility a 'shitstorm' as you refer to it as Would be an understatement."[/b] He teleported through And fell to one knee for a second, before partially regaining his strength. The method of teleportation seemed different to that of his own, though he certainly preferred his approach it was interesting to gain knowledge of over methods. He looked around seeing the other superpowered beings; It certainly was going to be an exciting day. [b]"So then Miss Portal, in which direction will we be running from this so called shitstorm?"[/b]