[h3][center][color=DodgerBlue]Mercer Blaine[/color] - Unknown Location | The Facility[/center][/h3][hr][hr]

To say Mercer was groggy when he woke up would be an understatement. As his eyes slowly opened, they felt like they were threatening to shut again immediately. His vision wasn't quite clear enough for him to see. Mercer was familiar with this feeling, thanks to his many nights of drinking himself to sleep. The last time this had happened he'd almost gotten dumped by - 

Lexi.

In a flash, he shot up from where he lay, the night coming back to him immediately. His awesome night had been rudely disrupted by men with guns. The last thing he'd seen, they'd kidnapped Lexi, and the man had shot him with some kind of tranquilizer dart. As everything came back to him, his mind was shaken awake, and he began to take in his surroundings.

He lay in a bed in the back corner of a sterile, white room. It was pristine, as if it was something out of a science fiction movie. If he hadn't known better, he would've sworn he was being abducted by aliens... actually, given recent events, that wouldn't really be unbelievable. He swung his feet off the bed and stood up. He swiveled around the room, but groaned as he felt his this muscles in his chest tense. He looked down and saw a deep bruise where he'd been shot with the tranquilizer dart. He grimaced, and looked back to the front of the room. Two doors were positioned against the walls. He went to the first on the right wall, and it opened to an equally sterile bathroom. He scanned it but saw nothing of interest besides a set of clothes on the sink.

Mercer turned and marched to the other door, looking for some kind of handhold or something that would help him get the door open. With a burst of frustration, he balled his fist and pounded on the door, feeling it shaking against the force of his hand. [color=dodgerblue]"SOMEONE OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!"[/color] He shouted. He reared back and pounded again, and again. [color=dodgerblue]"OPEN THE DOOR, I HAVE RIGHTS-"[/color]

[b]"Mercer Blaine, please remain calm your questions will be answered in due time."[/b] A faceless voice emanated from an intercom in the ceiling. Mercer turned from the door and looked up to the ceiling. 

[color=dodgerblue]"So there is someone there!"[/color] He shook his head in frustration. [color=dodgerblue]"You can't keep me locked in here! I am a citizen of the United States and I know my rights!"[/color] He shouted again. He waited, but the voice did not respond.

[color=dodgerblue]"ANSWER ME, DAMN IT! WHERE DID YOU TAKE LEXI HARRINGTON?"[/color]

[b]"All questions will be answered in due time. Until then clothes have been provided in the bathroom to your left, and an envelope containing rules and guidelines is on the counter."[/b] The voice finished, and faded.

Mercer's chest heaved as he exhaled deep breaths, rattling with anger. He turned and reared back, slamming his fist into the white door, over and over again. He stopped, stepping back with fuming breaths. The voice from the intercom seemed to have no reaction to his fit of anger.

I bit of hopelessness began to creep at Mercer's chest and takeover his mind. He shook his head and stepped back towards the bed. He slowly sat down and placed his hands on the mattress. Could this really be happening? This kind of thing only happened in spy movies and conspiracy theories, not real life. Moisture began to peak at Mercer's eyes as realization began to settle in, his rush of adrenaline beginning to fade. This [I]was[/I] really happening. He really had no idea if Lexi was arise. For all he knew they could've taken her and thrown her in the Cumberland River. He shook his head, trying to ignore the thought of it. He would find her, and she'd be fine.

[I]Ok... How do I get through this...[/I] His mind wondered. He rubbed his eyes, then stood, finding his way to the bathroom where he'd been told to go. He saw the clothes and envelope, picking up the first and sliding the shirt over his torso and trading the scrubs for his sweatpants. He slipped his feet into the ugly white vans, leaving his sweatpants laying on the bathroom floor. He picked up the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper, skimming over the rules. He nodded to himself as he read. Note to Self: Don't misbehave. 

As he walked out of the bathroom, he heard a loud click, his attention snapping to the door at the front of the room. He walked over and touched the door with the tips of his finger. The door his, prompting Mercer to yank his hand back as the door slid open, revealing an equally white hallway. The amount of white in this place was painful. 

Mercer stepped forward and walked into the hallway, seeing other doors like his. [color=dodgerblue]"Hello?"[/color] He called, hoping that aliens didn't respond like he feared.