[Ishu]

November 26th, Chicago; Base.

He watched Ryan and listened to him, his hands tensing around the bars of his door. A facility? He wanted to know which one but bit it back and listened to Ryan, their captor, continue. She couldn't do anything, from what he was saying, but that didn't mean she was incapable of mental powers. But when he said the girls name, his heart popped up into his throat and he choked, almost silently.

Staring off, past Ryan, his grip on the bars loosened and he became visibly pale and almost sick. The transformation of emotions happened almost instantly. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and that was exactly how he'd felt.

Without a word, he gave a slow nod and stepped away from the bars. Dazed, and in shock, he stood there and stared off, a ringing sound calling in his ears as everything seemed to fade in his vision. His sense had shut down from the panic inside of him and only came back when a constant throbbing beat at his ear and he finally felt something hit his arm. Growling low and in a way that was not in the least bit human, he looked to his side to see the pale, dark haired battlemaster beside him. He eased.

"Hey, asshole, can you hear me now?" Eve was glaring up at him, arms crossed against her impressive but not lewd chest. She'd tried speaking to get his attention and finally smacked his arm, which seemed to have worked. "Who is the kid?" She motioned to Ryan with her head before looking in at him through the cell door. "And why has he been put in this?" She motioned the to cell, her tone mocking.

She shook her head, "Pathetic." She didn't really want and answer. Eve looked back at Amante and continued, "You need to get back up to the hospital. Apparently, Elek can hold a bed down on his own." More sardonic tones.

"Right." Amante hurried past her and out of the prison area, heading back to the hospital to check on Elek and, soon, the girl.

Eve leaned on the horizontal bar of the cell and quirked a brow at the young male inside. "So, what can you do?"