A light slowly filtered through his eyelids to rouse him or maybe someone elicited some other stimulation to bring Jimmy back to consciousness. He was beginning to wake up but was not quite with it. He slowly became aware of being in a cage. There was something peculiar about the cage, its bars laced with copper wires and the presence of conductors, transistors and transformers. The cage was in a sense a Faraday Cage which prevented him from teleporting out of this current location. [i]‘Whoever took me knows about my teleportation ability,’[/i] Jimmy thought to himself as consciousness rapidly returned to him. He became aware of a menacing headache throbbing across his forehead. Touching the bars in an attempt to check the strength of the bars, he caught a zap of electricity which prevented any future touching. [i]‘Looks like I am stuck here for a while,’[/i] Jimmy looked around his prison. It was the back of a van. Even if he did get out of the cage, he did not know what could possibly be outside the van. He looked out the windows to see if anyone was around. He could not see people immediately, but he did ascertain he was in some sort of a parking garage which included several high-end performance cars, armored fighting vehicles, an assortment of normal looking cars parked in a traditional fashion as you would find in any parking lot in the world and a variety of rotary wing aircraft.

The presence of helicopters and armored personnel carriers struck him as odd, but that didn’t answer the question plaguing his pained mind. “What the fuck, did you get yourself into, Jimmy?” he whispered to himself. Fortunately, for the Asian man also known as [i]Iron Monkey[/i], he didn’t have long to wait to find the answer.

Within a half hour, the doors to the navy-blue van he was held captive in, were pulled open. The electricity charging his Faraday cage was turned off and the door to the cage opened allowing him access to the outside. Curiosity was slowly getting the better of him. He was annoyed that someone took him against his will, but if someone went through all this effort to get him here, he may as well hear him out. He slowly slid out of the cage and van standing in front of an African American man who could have been close to his own age. Jimmy considered jumping out of the garage into some known city in the world he had visited, but again his curiosity suggested he remain. The longer he stood there, it seemed his headache slowly dissipated. He also noticed others who had been captured and brought here to this parking garage waiting to hear what the man had to say.

[i]"Recruits!"[/i] The black man shouted at him and the others, [i]"Welcome to THE DEFIANCE PROJECT!"[/i]

Jimmy stood there looking confused at the man. He looked left and he looked right. He had never heard of such a thing. “What the fuck is the Defiance Project and where the hell am I?” Jimmy muttered almost inaudibly to his host. “And who the hell are these people,” he asked motioning to the others in the garage with him. “And who are you?”