Revenge, Nice and Hot. || Closed
The first thing he noticed was the metal device clamped around his neck, followed by the fact that he had been locked in a concrete box with just enough room to sit up. He had to admit, this was not he expected. Closing his eyes, he pinched the skin between his eyes and thought, remembering the last few moments. Angie, hearing the footsteps coming up the stairs after him, activating her Vortex manipulator. And then the door was thrown open and he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Weapon X had gone way down hill if they were containing their specimen in boxes now…