It was set up like that of a hospital. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. There was white every where. That's all he could see. There had to be other things as well.

Maybe he just wasn't seeing them. He thought that his vision was blurry but he couldn't tell. Everything was just too damn white.

He felt a jolt that shifted something that was underneath him, now realising that he was lying on his back. He could feel a jolt every now and then. When that happened, things would sometimes go into focus for him.

He attempted to lift his head with no success. His brain felt like it was going to burst out of his head. Like he had been run over by a freight train. Multiple times and somehow he was still alive.

Realising that he could not lift his head and that the slight jolt that hefelt every so often caused a seering pain to go through him, he attempted to move his arms and legs. All he could move were his hands and feet. Just an inch or so. Something must have happened to his arms and legs. Maybe he really was hit by a train.

His vision slowly swam into focus and everytime he tried to take in his surroundings, everything would blur again. The only thing that felt constant was the small jolt that he felt. Maybe he was moving. He couldn't tell.

Pain exploaded up his right arm as something landed on it. He tried to wince. But as soon as it was there, it was gone.

"Hang in there DeadBones! God, hang in there!"

"R...Ro..ob?"

-42 Hours Earlier-

"You locked in position?" Roamin put his fingers up to his ear, pressing on the mic button.

"Locked and loaded." He swivled his semi automatic rifle around so it just barely poked out of the window. He looked down the sight, locked on a tinted window about halfway up the building across the street from where he was. Curently he could take two shots, one to blow out the big floor to ceiling window and another for the headshot. It would take all but less than 3 seconds.

Of course this entire plan focused heavily on the fact that there wasn't a hostage, which they had no way to determine. So there was a 50/50 chance that there was a hostage behind that window.

"Wait for Coe's signal, then procceed."

"Roger that."

Coe was supposed to go around to the other side of the building, across the street, and get in the same position as Roamin was currently in now. Which then Coe was supposed to shoot out a window and as soon as Roamin heard it, shoot out the window that Roamin has his eyes trained on.

Except that Coe's signal never came.

"Nis, you got Coe?"

"Hang on. He's not answering. Procceed."

"You sure."

"Yes. Might as well."

Roamin aimed, pausing just a second before shooting out the black window. His eyes immediatly seraching for the target to take out. Except there was more than one person in that room.

Roamin moved back, into the shadows.

"Nis we got a problem. He's got Coe."

"Shit. Can you get a shot?"

"Not a clear one, not without taking out Coe as well."

Roamin peaked around the wall and out the window. There was Coe, tied up, blindfolded, and gagged. And there was their target.

DeadBones.

Part 1 to my first story about the Buffalo Wizards, a group of people who make videos on Youtube. Partial inspiration taken from the 007 movies. Feedback is welcomed.