"Bring me the short one first."
Davy whimpered as two henchmen came behind him and grabbed onto his arms, pulling him away from his friends.
"M-M-Mike?" He cried out, turning around to try and catch a glimpse of him. Mike stood with practically no expression on his face as he watched the Brit be dragged off.
"I'm sorry Davy," he said under his breath and he could see the tears fill in Davy's eyes. He let out a whimper but nodded slightly, a way of saying "I forgive you". Mike closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as his friend was dragged off.
Suddenly, he could hear a door slam and lock and Mike opened his eyes. Davy was gone.
Micky quickly turned to face Mike, an adventurous smile on his face.
"So what's the plan?" He asked in a whisper. Peter looked up at Mike as well, curious what his answer would be. Mike frowned.
"The what?"
"The plan," Micky laughed slightly. "You know the 'we get Davy and beat the bad guys 'cause we're the good guys.' That plan."
Mike wanted to cry.
"Oh, Micky," he said quietly. "I don't have one.
"That's okay," Peter said with a sweet smile. "We can help you think of one."
Mike shook his head and let out a sigh.
"I don't know," he whispered.
A hand grabbed onto Peter's arm and pulled him back.
"You next, Mr. Tork."
Peter frowned and looked back at Mike.
"Y-you'll think of something, I'm sure…" he said nervously as he, too, was dragged off to a different room.
Mike didn't say anything as Micky was pulled away only moments later. He only looked down, trying to tune out all the noise.
Suddenly, he could feel someone come up behind him and hold his arms behind his back.
"Your turn, Nesmith," a menacing voice said beside his ear. Mike nodded, knowing there was no point in trying to argue at this point.
"Fine," Mike sighed.
He didn't fight it as he was pulled into the opposite direction as the other three.
"The others went that way," Mike said, his voice beginning to shake.
"Boss has something a little different planned for you."
Mike frowned but did nothing as he was pulled away from the others. It wasn't until he was far enough from them that the true dread of the situation began to really set in.
He was thrown into a sterile room. The force of it caused Mike to slam his head against the folding table, which was placed in the center. Before he could even get control of his senses, he could hear the door slam and lock from the outside.
"You must be Mr. Nesmith," an unfamiliar voice said. Mike looked up and saw someone he didn't know in a white coat and a face mask.
"Are you a doctor?" Mike asked, rubbing his forehead, trying to ease the throbbing pain.
The person shrugged, pulling a veil of liquid off from the shelf.
"I guess you could say that," they said nonchalantly, filling up a syringe with the liquid.
"Now, how about I give you something for that headache?"
Mike frowned and quickly shook his head.
"No, I-I'm f-f-fine," he stuttered through a yawn. He didn't know what it was, but he suddenly felt so exhausted. He could feel as a hand was put on his shoulder and looked down to see the doctor.
"Come on," they said, their voice slightly muffled through their mask. "How about you go and take a load off your feet? You look tired."
Mike hummed and nodded, so tired that he was forgetting that he should've been nervous. The doctor smiled and led him to the table, helping him lay down.
He closed his eyes, then suddenly felt something press against his wrists, a metal clicking sound following them.
"Hmm, what's that?" He asked under his breath.
"Oh, don't you worry about that, Mr. Nesmith," the person said, adjusting the braces. Suddenly, two more braces strapped down Mike's ankles, one over his chest, and the final one being placed on Mike's forehead. It was tight, but there was something strangely comfortable about it.
"Just relax."
He could feel it as a needle was placed in his neck, he didn't even flinch.
"This should only last a minute or so."
Mike whimpered and groaned, trying to move as the pain kicked in, but the braces made it impossible for him to.
"Relax," the voice said again. "It'll only make this harder if you don't calm down."
Mike couldn't though. Suddenly, there was a smell that filled the already sterile room. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't quite place what it was or where he knew it from. Something about the gas calmed him and made the pain slowly begin to go numb. And then suddenly, it all faded to black.