Xavier's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision burly as he slowly began to stir, trying to stretch out, only to hear a metal clink and his body barely move an inch. Immediately alarmed, he looked over to see himself in shackles causing him to call out mumbling, "What the fuck?" He looked around, seeing his squad mates in shackles as well, listening to the madman with a immediate burning glisten in his eyes. Kill Charles or Lazar huh? Not on his watch. Knowing he didn't have anything that could pick the lock, Xavier sighed, mumbling to himself, "This is going to hurt." He then began to slowly, yet roughly clench his hands together, pulling them down at the shackles contiously, ignoring the peeling to his hands as he mumbled, pulling his hands against the metal cuffs, "I'm going to peel like an apple."