An unfamiliar ceiling. The cold of the steel floor. The mechanical whir of plasma and electricity running around the room. The rage, confusion, and hatred for the persons responsible for why he was here. And lastly, the desperation of needing to get out for Winter’s sake. Alongside the sudden, increased beating of his own heart, these were the things Jordan first woke up to. Immediately, he stood up, finding himself trapped in a cage of photon bars. The whirring of the electric stuff warned him not to even try and reach out. An inch near the thing and his skin was going to get fried, and three seconds stuck in one was a 3-second t*****e that would feel like an eternity. Four guards were posted just outside the static field, armed to the teeth and as hard, braindead, and stiff as gu
