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[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[A small, dark room greeted them upon awakening; the only light bled in as diluted moonlight from a small window about eight feet off the ground. The floor was concrete and dipped in the center toward a drainage grate; occasionally sewage trickled beneath it and made the room smell, but it wasn't anything its occupants weren't used to.

One shadowed figure was propped upright against a nearby wall, his wrists snapped in cuffs anchored to the brick with iron bolts and chains, just short enough to keep his arms above his head and unable to fully rest.

Another figure lay across the room, huddled in a corner and unmoving. The only sound was the plip plip of sewage and their ragged breathing.]

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[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

Shit! [Derek blinks, but is restricted when he tries to reach up and touch his face, check for anything broken.]

Shit.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

You should listen to him, dude.

[Mikey has no idea what Leo has planned, but Leo always figures something out. He trusts him implicitly.]

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

Hey, fuck you Michelangelo. I try to do you a Goddamn favor-

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

We're getting off track. [Leo reaches over, fumbles until he comes back with the pistol, glaring at it in disgust. He searches for the safety before flicking it back on.] Tell us why we're here and what's going on.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Sorry dude, I don't do interspecies.

[Holding him in place, Mike falls silent and lets Leo take the lead.]

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

...they'll kill me- [He's interrupted when Leonardo speaks over him calmly-]

We'll kill you.

[Derek watched Leonardo for a moment- tried to shift in Mike's arms- no good. He set his jaw.

...then broke.] Somebody got a picture of you guys. Threw it up online; some weird overseas cult got interested in you. Paid our boss to collect you and hold you for delivery. That's all I know.

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

That's it? [Leonardo pushed himself up further, his grip deceptively loose around the handgun.] How did you find us and capture us?

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Online? Eww.

Mike bets it was on one of those Chan message boards.

He keeps that observation to himself though, making eye contact with Leo over Derek. The man is still held firmly in his grasp even though his bruised ribs are beginning to protest.]