Thank God they seemed alright... well, relatively. [b]'F-fucked if I know.Army base maybe, or a prison?'[/b] Not that there was any way of telling. The room was little more than a set of racks arranged in a tight circle, with a door on one side. By the door stood a rather ominous looking podium... From his position across the room, Duncan couldn't see what manner of controls it held, but he could guess. He managed a weak smile in response to Jericho's ribbing, bypassing the optimistic statement for what it was. [b]'Hell, if we get outta here I'll buy the bottle. Drinks on me, Balamb Seafront Ba-'[/b] He cut himself off with a violent coughing fit, flecking the steel floor with droplets of blood. [b]'Shiiiit... that ain't good...'[/b] As the others slowly began to rouse from unconsciousness, Duncan took a long look at each of them, noting one oddity and two conspicuous absences. [b]'Wait... Who the hell are you..?'[/b] Somehow another woman had been mixed in with their group, a tall, willowy one at that. He noticed the scar across her face and that rung a bell somewhere in the back of his mind. [b]'Haven't I seen you before? SeeD?'[/b] He chose to focus on her for the moment, unwilling to acknowledge the equally chilling and hopeful fact that Kein and Gracelyn were nowhere to be found. The others were discussing escape options, but it seemed that none had yet noticed.