"Well this is great." The blond mumbled to himself, still poking at this wound and laying on the floor. While he wasn't going to freak out, there was nothing worse than having a foreign substance in the body. He had a fear of it, and it was going to drive him crazy to the point of hippie when he got out of this place to 'cleanse' his body from the crap that had been injected in him. While freezing was fine, and the blond understood freezing and whatever it could do, which was not much, it felt like someone had been digging around in there. It definitely was a bigger hole. A bigger hole probably meant that he had lost quite a bit more blood. Quite a bit more blood meant that he was likely to have had to been given blood. Especially with the whole bit that he wasn't in the finest of health to beging with. It wasn't like the streets and alleyways were the top of the line for health and hygiene.
Sighing, the blond moved his hands to the two dog tags around his neck. They were cold, but they were like one of those rubbing rocks; whenever he got nervous, the blonde would rub the two tags together to keep himself occupied and to clear his mind. Obviously, he needed to get out of here. Second, he needed a plan to get out here. Third, it needed to work. And now that Captain Obvious had finished his rounds, it was time to partially start thinking of that. The other thing to think about was why it was so dreary and motionless?
The lack of anything moving around made the blond blind to everything around him, and it was a feeling he really didn't like. It was causing him to get increasingly nervous and frustrated as each moment passed. And it seemed like an eternity. Where was his cousin, Luther? Did these people grab him too? The shock and immediateness of the thought brough thte blond to his feet immediately, getting a massive blood rush to his head. Cringing and growling, the blond grabbed his forehead and stabalized his body. A lack of blood wouldn't have done that. There was most definitely some sort of drug that was involved to make this 100 times worse than it already was, and it was giving the worst migraine that the boy had ever felt. Thank anything and everything holy at that moment right there that there was no sounds; everything was annoying, even his own thought process.
'Hey Gravy and Potatoes, where are ya?'
The sudden masculine and booming voice that enterred the blond's head was the only thing that actually made him less annoyed at this point. At least the snoring brunette hadn't been brought to this place in addition to himself with the way that Luther was just casually chilling out in the telepathic link that they shared. It was a link that they could never shut off or break either, so it was usually more bad than good. Luther had this constant habit of annoying the blond to high heavens, even if it was just teasing in a way that meant that he loved him. However, with that link being so open, Luther had probably already figured out the whole entire situation, or at least that the blond was doing so well in a place that was completely foreign to him and he had no way of seeing into. Luther was the blonde's eyes when there was nothing he couldn't go off his senses, and the blond was Luther's eyes in the dark and eerie situations of being a mercenary that they wouldn't be able to see the enemy but there were gunshots and lots to go by. They were like Cookies and Cream; shouldn't ever be seperated, and all together it was beginning to drive the blond loopy.
'Look, I'll come get you Gavin. I'll find you somehow, just chill, a'right?'
'I'm not two. I'll be fine Luther, just get out of the coffee shop with the hot girl and get over here.'
Gavin snorted back at his cousin through his telepathic link. He didn't have any doubt that Luther would find him, but women were quite the distraction. Like a shiny thing, Luther just had to check them all out. That boy had hormones like he had just hit puberty, it was a wonder that he actually was able to keep on the mercenary life that the two led, but somehow he had managed it. He was just as good of a mercenary too. Not as skilled in the magics as Gavin was, but still a fiesty contender. Luther tended to aim more toward healing and brute strength anyways, while Gavin was speed and lots of offensive magics.
This was going to be a long wait though. There were no signs as to where Gavin was at all. The blond began to once again rub his dog tags together with his left hand, and walked over towards the edge of his cell. Just what on Earth had brough him to this place to begin with? Some sort of failure on his part? There wasn't any information of anything of the sort on his last briefing. He may have been a mercenary, but he was part of the government, unless it was terrorist or the government itself anyone that had picked him up would have normally just let him go. Sighing, Gavin pressed his forehead between the spaces in the metal bars. Using his magic tended to calm himself down, make him feel more empowered, so Gavin began to simply just send a few constant volts through the bars. Heck, it could be a start to a brilliant plan too. Send enough of that in there and he may just be able to melt the bars, depsite that light and heat that it was now bringing to the entire room, and the electricity that was probably flowing through most of the buiklding with the cement floors being such a great conductor. Like his cousin always said, 'the best things come from not thinking. So shut it and chill.'
What caught his attention however the sudden bolt of...something. Something to his left. Gavin wasn't able to catch it, but whatever it was had moved. Immediately, he stopped his flow of current. If it was those people that had brought him at this desolate place then it would be a far cry from intelligent to actually continue with his escaped method and attract all the attention he could while he was at it.