Awaken.

The man blinked open his eyes as he tried to move his head, only to find he was strapped down to a table in a room he couldn't quite recognize. The walls were concrete, and a reinforced blast door which was probably the only way out. One side of the room was a one-way mirror,and inside, a man in a white lab coat adjusted his glasses as he looked at his clipboard. In one corner of the room was also a speaker, which the man assumed was an intercom or a siren.

Where the hell am I… He wondered. His hands were bound to leather straps, and his feet. Straps also held his head and chest in place. Suddenly, the blast door opened up, and three people came into the room. The first two men were in suits with red sunglasses. The man had seen people wearing similar clothing before, roaming around the Nevada area. The third person, a woman, was a scientist from the looks. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and there was an ID clipped to her coat. The man tried to turn his head over, but the straps were very tight over his head, so he just laid there on the table, flexing his hands.

The woman walked to his side, while the two men in suits stood by the doors. "Finally awake, are you?" The woman asked.

The man just looked at her, his mind filling with questions, but his tongue wouldn't let him utter a word yet, so he just grunted.

The woman walked over to a table on one side of the room as another person, another scientist, wheeled a cart full of bottles of what looked like prescription pills and liquid injections. The woman took out a clipboard and a pencil, jotting down some notes as she looked at him. "Do you remember anything?" She asked him.

The man through for a moment, and his name popped into his head, along with a few recent memories. He grit his teeth as he remembered the time he saw the men in the suits.

The man finally spoke. "My…name…" He rasped.

"And what is your name?" The woman wrote on the paper attached to the clipboard.

"Conzar…" He rasped. His name was something his parents had made up for him. He figured it was unique.

The woman raised a brow, but wrote some more on her clipboard. "Okay, Conzar… Well, we're here to give you some things before you can get up." The woman set the clipboard down on the tray, and grabbed a small bottle of clear liquid. She pulled out a syringe and poked the bottle, filling it up with the clear liquid.

A loud noise filled the room as the speaker in the room suddenly sounded. The blast door shut to the room, and the two men in suits pulled out pistols. Conzar couldn't see what they were specifically, but he knew they were big sidearms. They both moved back from the door, keeping their sidearms out.

The woman looked up. "Dammit. We need to finish this fast." She quickly filled the syringe up to 40 milligrams of whatever was in the bottle. "This is gonna hurt, Conzar." She pushed the syringe into his neck, and pushed the plunger down.

Conzar grunted as whatever was in the syringe went into his body. He felt a sudden surge of strength. He strained his hand, the leather strap snapping off, and he quickly grabbed the woman's wrist.

The woman was shocked and let out a gasp, reaching for another bottle that, as Conzar turned to look at it,snapping his head free, he figured it was a sedative. He broke his other arm free, and grabbed her around the neck. "Don't even," He muttered to her.

By now, the two guards had noticed Conzar had snapped his bonds, and had their pistols aimed at him. "Let her go!" One shouted.

"Put the guns down!" The woman shouted back at them.

Conzar's grip around the woman's neck was firm, but not painfully so. While he wouldn't hesitate to kill her, he figured she had the answers he needed, and didn't want to kill her. "Hand me one of your guns." He stated.

One of the guards slowly moved over, and handed Conzar his pistol. As he examined it, it was an M45A1, one of the modern versions of the old 1911. He then trained it on the woman. "Undo the straps," He told her. As she moved over to undo the straps to his feet, he kept the gun aimed at her. As she undid the straps, he slowly pushed himself off the table, and moved his hand, aiming the pistol at the female scientist. "Give me your ID there, miss."

She slowly unclipped it, and handed it to Conzar's outstretched hand. Conzar held it in his hand. "You're gonna answer some questions for me."

"You could give me the gun and I'll tell you." She tried.

"I'm not stupid." Conzar turned to aim at one of the guards, and fired the M45. Blood splattered the concrete wall behind the man, the round tearing through his ribs. The man slumped, breathing heavily as the round ruptured his lung.

As the man was slowly dying, Conzar turned to aim the gun back to the woman. "You can either tell me where I am, or you can die along with him," He leveled the pistol, aiming for her stomach.

She had her hands up by now. "Alright, alright!" Her voice wavered. "You're in a facility of the Nexus Core. There are people coming here to try and take you, they'll probably kill you and use your body for I don't know what, but you have to let us get you out of here!"

Conzar kept the gun trained on her, but his mind was full of questions now. Who the fuck are the Nexus Core? He thought.

Just then, the door opened, and a man wearing a yellow-tied suit with a yellow eyepiece raised a rifle up at Conzar. Conzar dropped to the floor a second before the rifle fire rattled into the wall behind him. Conzar then aimed the M45, and fired a round into the man's gut. To his surprise, yellow blood splattered the wall. Also to his surprise, the man didn't seem to care about the wound in his gut. Conzar rolled to the left, hiding under the table he had been strapped to a moment before. The man was heard reloading his weapon, and Conzar popped up, and fired two more rounds into the man's chest. The man fell, finally dead.

Conzar panted. "The fuck was that shit…" He muttered, as the scientist and the other guard had fled as Conzar had been dealing with the strange man. He walked over to him, and looked at his eyepiece. He pulled it off, looking at it. "This'll be useful." He strapped it over his own eye. Since he was left-hand dominant, he figured he would flip it around to see if it would work that way. It was still on, and as he looked through it, data filled his eye. A schematic for the building he was in popped up. He reached up onto the strap to the eyepiece, trying to figure out what did what. As he did this,he eventually figured out the basics of the eyepiece. It was basically a high-tech map and targeting system. Conzar picked up the man's rifle, which was a QBZ-95, and pulled the empty mag out. He unclipped the bandolier, and threw it on himself, clipping it on. It had two extra mags on it, and he pulled one off, sliding it into the bullpup rifle. As he pulled the charging handle back, he saw movement to his right.

He ducked back into the room as gunfire ripped past him. The door shut behind him as well. He heard shouts as well as returned fire from what he assumed was the facility guards. He heard heavy footsteps, and a very loud BRRRRRTTTT! On the other side of the blast door. He figured he'd better stay in the room until someone tried coming in or the firefight died down, and slip out that way through the commotion. He then looked down at the two men he had killed. He patted down the man with red glasses, and found a couple extra mags for the M45 in his shoulder holster under the suit. Conzar fit them into the bandolier, then slung the QBZ over his back. He looked, seeing a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened it, finding some basic clothing, a shirt, some gray boots, a pair of black pants.

"That would've been nice to find." He stripped off the gear, and pulled off the medical gown. He put the clothing on, the M45 near him in case he had to quickly grab it. As he finished changing, he put the bandolier back over himself, and put the QBZ over. He slid the M45 into his waistband behind the small of his back, and hefted the QBZ. As he had been changing the gunfire had died down a bit. He figured now was as good a time as any, and looked at the schematics on the eyepiece. He saw he was down in the testing rooms, and he'd have to take an elevator that was down the hall to the right.

"This is gonna suck…" He muttered, turning the corner and going down the hall.