Day three and nothing had changed. His powers did not work, his masked caretakers, who looked more like some kind of mercenaries from a video game than actual government agents like he thought they were, still did not answer any of his questions, and no one would provide him a change of clothes. Sometimes he could hear others nearby, people talking in hushed whispers out in the corridor or people shouting angrily somewhere nearby. He knew instinctively he wasn't alone here, that more people like him were nearby, but they were just out of reach.

Daz flopped back onto his cot tiredly, at this point he was desparate that something would happen, that his captors would make a mistake or someone would rescue them… surely this wasn't legal? Maybe the government would put a stop to this. They weren't experimenting on him at least, that was one good thing, but from the few words he'd managed to discern through his walls it was only because the labs were unfinished for the moment, but that was bound to change soon.

What about his friends? They would notice he never came back to them, and his brother surely knew he was missing by now. His parents were probably freaking out… Damn, what was he going to do now?

The answer was obvious: escape.