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[b]"Didn't tell 'em a damn thing, though."[/b]

"Too bloody right!" Barrows forced out a bitter laugh through gritted teeth. The cold was starting to seep into his skin good and proper now and he was a too used to the humid heat of the jungle for his own good. Still, it brought a kind of warmth to his chest to hear a fellow voice of defiance in here. You could have called it instinct that told Barrows that the voice belonged to a fellow soldier but really he'd spent his entire life surrounded by nothing but soldiers so it just became his default assumption when he met people. It stood out more when someone wasn't, the speech pattern, the way they walked, the way they breathed, civvies and desk huggers stood out to a Catachan's eyes like psychic nonsense to an astropath (or whatever the big brains were called).

"Cultists eh? Haven't gotten to punch one of those in the face before." He Pondered to himself while still trying to pull his bonds loose. Damn this lot were good at tying things up! "Don't suppose you got anything sharp while they were asking questions? Or anyone else?" He called out to the chamber. Barrows had heard other voices, and he could hear their breathing. If these were other prisoners - and he had no reason to think otherwise - then they had no need to be shy. 

"We just need one of us to get loose, right..." He grunted, continuing to thrash ans twist around as much as his increasingly painful position would allow him. Like a wild animal Barrows was getting close to trying to chew part of his own body off! There was nothing else on his mind right now beyond escape, no tactics, no long game. If he was able to stay calm under situations like this maybe he'd have risen higher than private... a bruiser of a private didn't think about stuff like that when his body was screaming in pain and he was looking down tha barrel of a torture gun.