He awoke slowly, as his training dictated, keeping his breathing even. There was no panic when he realized that his hands were tied together and he was hanging from a hook, only an inward sigh. "Bloody Hell, again?!" He remained silent and listened and was rewarded with a whirring sound, the camera was mounted above him and to the right. Next came the sound of an exhale, he wasn't alone. Okay, he could deal with this. The air was cool and damp leading him to believe he was in a small, rock-walled area, although, without opening his eyes, he couldn't say for sure, but that would serve no purpose. Finally, a voice; "Nah, he ain't waking up but just say the word, and I'll get him screaming for his Mum!" That lead to another revelation, with the exception of a headache - leading him to believe he had been drugged - he wasn't in any pain so obviously, they wanted him awake for whatever they had planned . . Oh, joy!
The voice went on; "Come on, Mate! Let me wake him up! I won't hurt him . . .much!" There was tinny laughter over an intercom system and then; "All right, but don't kill him! Our orders are to keep him alive and get what we can from him." The voice sounded petulant; "I know what I'm doing! I ain't no amateur!"
He could hear him now, moving closer, closer, a hand brushed the crotch of his trousers, and he struck! In one fluid movement, he had his legs wrapped around the "voice's" neck, one in front, the other in back, and twisted, snapping the neck of his would-be "lover". "Too bad, might have been fun" but he didn't have time to think about that, he had to get out before reinforcements arrived.
Well, look at that, his jailer had been kind enough to die right under him so he could step on him, lift his hands off the hook, and get down. He made quick work of the ropes binding him and took the time to notice the surprised look on the face of the dead man. Huh, they were always surprised but now, he had to get a move on.
He carefully opened the cell door, brown eyes scanning the area quickly, and the man known to others as "Connor Temple", ran lightly down the hallway, as he had been trained.
A/N: This was actually my very first fic and people were very kind. As you can tell, it predates my Bait series and gives a bit of background. I'm working on more but it will be some time before I get it done.
Also, a note about Bait. I wrote that a few years ago so any similarity to any other fics out there is purely coincidental.