He began to gain consciousness. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light. There was a single light in the whole room, it was directed at him. He was sweating, he was bound to a chair and couldn't move. His head hurt as he regained some of the memories of how he ended up here. His team had left him behind when he got hurt.

"Finally." He heard a voice but when he looked up he couldn't see you with the light on his face.

"Let me go." Frankie said firmly. "I'm not telling you shit." He said firmly, already trying to get out of there.