[Salone]

Lev awoke with a start as a nasty bump jarred him awake. He screamed, wasting no time in thrashing about. His mind was clouded, gone even. He made unintelligible sounds as he rocked back and forth between the little range of movement that his chains would allow. A clicking noise came from his side, his finger pulling the trigger to his staked revolver over and over again. After half a minute he began to falter. Coming to what little sense he had at the moment, he began to take in his surroundings. A dark metal interior. Most likely some sort of armored transport. The people he had met the previous day were all there. Except...

"Woman?"

He looked again. Room was cramped at best, but he tried to peer for some hidden nook that the girl he was looking for might be hiding in. He grew anxious. Had he failed her? Or had she left him? Why was she gone? And where was the one they called Michael?

"Why I tied? I do wrong? Lady is where?"