[right][b]WILLIAM LOCKE // LORNE HOLDING FACILITY // ???[/b][/right]

William practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice. Okay, that was a little bit creepy. Not 'my voice when I wear my helmet' creepy. He mentally scolded himself for that one. He didn't have a helmet anymore, he was no longer MPD. He raised a hand to his head as his head began to pound, apparently the pain had been the last thing to wake up. He would have preferred it if it had not woken up at all. Whatever equipment they had set up in this room was designed in a way that the moment he used his powers they seemed to remove the air out of the room. Create a vacuum which wasn't terribly healthy for him or fire. What was surprising is that they weren't keeping the room cold. They weren't trying to make it hard for him to use his powers, just that if he used them he wouldn't cause any form of damage. It required some experimentation to figure out, but if he played his cards right. He could get out of here.

"New. I was captured... I don't know how long ago. It's what happens when you get gagged, blindfolded, shoved in a back of a van, surgery performed on and then suffocated into unconsciousness in a secret testing facility that is probably underground. Illegal things usually are afterall-" William turned towards the door as he raised his voice. "-AND THIS IS ILLEGAL! I KNOW MY RIGHTS!" He lowered his voice again. "So, what's your story? How long they had you for?"