The sad thing is this isn't even the first time Micah's been taken captive for one kind of research or another. Will anyone ever kidnap them for something besides their admittedly impressive brain?
Well, on second thought, maybe it's better that that's the only attractive thing to...whoever's behind this one. Micah's not a fighter -- they have absolutely no illusions about that -- so they've cooperated so far, but quietly waiting for some way to get word back to their cohort. Maybe the opportunity will present itself. In the meantime, they've been adamantly close-mouthed to their captors. Micah knows well what they're after -- they've been working on some groundbreaking propulsion systems, but it's strictly proprietary. Luckily, so far none of their captors have seen fit to extract information from Micah by any more physical methods.
When someone calls their name, they assume it must be one of their captors -- but the voice doesn't sound familiar, and when they look up, neither does the face. Micah frowns, their brow knitting slightly, and sits back a little harder against the back wall of their cell.
"Who are you?" Micah peers at him, looking wary. "Not the mastermind, I hope. Those guys usually have enough sense to orchestrate these kinds of things remotely."
WHAT i totally thought i had one. anyway so glad about this continuing CR
Well, on second thought, maybe it's better that that's the only attractive thing to...whoever's behind this one. Micah's not a fighter -- they have absolutely no illusions about that -- so they've cooperated so far, but quietly waiting for some way to get word back to their cohort. Maybe the opportunity will present itself. In the meantime, they've been adamantly close-mouthed to their captors. Micah knows well what they're after -- they've been working on some groundbreaking propulsion systems, but it's strictly proprietary. Luckily, so far none of their captors have seen fit to extract information from Micah by any more physical methods.
When someone calls their name, they assume it must be one of their captors -- but the voice doesn't sound familiar, and when they look up, neither does the face. Micah frowns, their brow knitting slightly, and sits back a little harder against the back wall of their cell.
"Who are you?" Micah peers at him, looking wary. "Not the mastermind, I hope. Those guys usually have enough sense to orchestrate these kinds of things remotely."