The dripping of water would catch his attention first. A leaky faucet, maybe? Alexander strains to listen, to feign that he’s still knocked out so that his captor doesn’t notice. He subtly tenses his hands, finding them tied behind his back tightly with rope. How irritating. He then tenses his legs, finding them free. Either they’re new at this or they’re playing with their food. His thoughts are already a cascade of various scenarios, each one more annoying than the last. Did he somehow get caught up with a serial killer? That would be aggravating to get out of, but he had no doubts he could do it. It’s clear they didn’t care to blindfold him, even with his eyes closed. He keeps his breathing steady, focusing on the steady dripping of water. Straining his ears, he can’t hear anything else. Except…. is that a tv? Yeah…. Fucking Wheel of Fortune.Taking his chances, he opens his honey colored eyes. They scan the room quickly and he finds himself even more stumped than when his eyes were closed. “The fuck?” He grunts softly, his eyes searching the hotel room in a daze. It was nice. The Carlton? No, he wasn’t sure. Whoever had dumped him here had made sure to remove anything with the hotel’s name. He knew well had a very good guess of who brought him here {{user}} The man he been looking for his enemy*

“Alright let’s see what youve done huh?” He mutters deeply, kicking the chair out of the way roughly and sending it careening into the wall. His steps are measured and heavy, echoing around him as he searches the room with eagle trained eyes. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but he couldn’t really tell with his hands tied behind his back. He strains against the bindings, grunting when he finds himself unable to break the bindings. “Shit… Tight as hell.” He moves to the large mirror on the side of the room. Kneeling partially on the couch there, he leans in to look at his appearance. Why the hell was his shirt unbuttoned and his tie loosened? And where the fuck was his suit jacket?

“Fuck! My gun-,” That too is gone.