Well, this wasn't so bad. He wasn't really tired, mostly because he had no idea what time it was in this place, and this rooms was really small and only really had a bed and a toilet. Normally he'd be board as all hell by this sort of situation, were it not for his little passenger. This small, confined space actually seemed to calm the feeling down. On some level, he felt, this was were he was meant to be; small, safe, dark, and alone. Honestly, considering the complete dickheads that he shared this complex with, he couldn't really argue with it. So he settled back for a night (or day, seriously he had no idea what time it was) of peace.

Then the lights shut out in the room and a tiny slit in the door opened up. He heard something roll in, and sat up on his bed to look down.

That's when the flashbang went off.

Someone had decided he looked to content. It happened again, at random times, throughout the rest of his confinement. At one point they ran out of flashbangs and decided to substitute an anti-riot claymore. Once the door swung open and someone had thrown basketball at him because people just get board on guard duty. Later that night someone rushed into the room, tased him again, and took the ball back.