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02:30 Hours --
The darkness was becoming more and more oppressing with every passing second.
Trowa grunted, attempting for the fourth time within the last memorable moments to shift his body and loosen the strain on his arms.
It was no use. They were firmly pinned.
Feeling a sneer cross his lips, Trowa slowly shook his head. Even dislocating a joint, something commonly accomplished to slip from ordinary handcuffs, would accomplish nothing with forearm clamps. He was stuck. So completely stuck.
His mind ridiculed him with every passing moment.
'Me, the great enigma. He who doesn't have a true name or identity, borrowing that of a dead man. The invincible soldier who can escape from anything, using any guise. Laying on the ground, trussed like some Thanksgiving sacrificial animal, out of luck and out of hope. How pathetic.'
He grunted at his own mind's observations.
His eyes remained closed. They'd been closed for quite some time now, or so Trowa surmised. He'd been trapped in here for….
He didn't know how long. Hours? Or maybe a day had passed by now?
And still no sign of Quatre.
The conversation that had been held outside of his cell frightened him for some reason.
00:05 Hours --
"Sounds like he's going to need some persuasion to tell the truth, neh, Cap?"
"Yes, he will."
"Get Sargent Waverly. He should be able to offer some interesting insight on what is to be done with this irritating little captive of ours."
02:31 Hours --
Sargent Waverly….
Trowa simply groaned again.
His mind was raring out of control with suggestive images of the possible tortures the waif blonde could be suffering at that very moment in time. He could be under the stimulus of a drug. Or being raped. Or being burned. Or poked with hot needles. Or having small drops of burning acid coating his body. Or being pummeled into a fair-colored paste. Or…
Or he could even be dead by now.
Dead…
Trowa attempted to reposition himself.
Now his neck was beginning to ache.
Damn.
04:16 Hours --
Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang tap Bang Bang tap Bang
Trowa's eyes snapped open.
Darkness still met them, as expected. His mind unleashed with a creative string of curses as he closed his eyes again, focusing his mind upon his ears. He could swear he'd heard something….
Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang tap Bang Bang tap Bang
'There it is again!' his mind cried happily, finally having a distraction from the numbing still darkness he'd been incased in.
"Who's there?" he whispered loudly, intending on being heard through the wall.
One part of his mind snorted at him, telling him that there was no way the person who was sending him these messages could hear a whisper through the walls of his cell.
Bang Bang tap Bang tap tap Bang tap tap tap Bang
Trowa's mind spun in circles, attempting to figure out what the meaning of this was. A corner of his brain recalled hearing and knowing this….
Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang tap Bang Bang tap Bang
T. R. O. W. A.
'Morse Code, eh?'
"Who's…" he started to loudly whisper again.
Bang Bang tap Bang tap tap Bang tap tap tap Bang
'Quiet.'
'Oh, great,' Trowa's mind spat. Closing his eyes, he focused on the atmosphere again, awaiting those taps.
Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang tap Bang Bang tap Bang
They were coming from the right wall. Scooting towards it, he grunted, rolled over, and rested his wrists by the wall. Ignoring the pain from laying on his injured side, he lightly rapped his cuffs against the hard brick.
tap Bang Bang tap tap tap tap Bang Bang Bang tap tap tap (whos)
Pause
Bang tap tap tap tap tap tap Bang tap tap (there)
'Hmph. That should satisfy whoever's over there. Hope I got that right. My code's a bit rusty.'
Bang Bang tap Bang tap tap Bang tap Bang Bang tap Bang tap tap
Trowa's brain hurriedly deciphered the series of knocks.
'Quatre?'
Trowa nearly sighed in relief before hurriedly returning his reply.
tap Bang tap Bang tap tap (are)
Pause
Bang tap Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang tap tap Bang (you)
Pause
tap Bang tap Bang tap tap tap Bang tap tap tap Bang Bang tap tap tap tap tap Bang (alright)
Bang tap Bang Bang Bang
'No…'
'NO? He's not?'
Bang tap tap Bang Bang tap
'time. No Time. Ahhhh….'
Bang Bang tap Bang Bang Bang
'Go.'
Bang Bang Bang Bang
'To'
tap Bang tap tap tap tap tap Bang tap Bang
'Left.'
'Huh? What the hell does he mean?'
'Go to left…'
Trowa glowered at the floor that was to his left.
Then it hit him. To the left of his position on the wall, as Quatre would reference it. Which would be…
He started scooting his body backward. 'Better ask for confirmation,' his brain reminded him.
tap tap tap tap tap tap Bang tap tap (here)
Bang tap Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang tap tap Bang tap Bang tap Bang Bang Bang Bang tap tap tap tap tap tap Bang tap tap Bang tap tap tap tap tap Bang tap Bang
'nomoronyourotherleft…?'
'No moron your other left.'
'Oh.'
Grumbling under his breath, Trowa scooted along the floor, tapping on the wall as he went.
He'd gone about three feet by his estimate when he heard a very rapid
tap tap tap Bang Bang Bang Bang tap Bang Bang tap
'Stop, eh? Fine.'
He stopped, and listened for any further instructions.
tap Bang Bang tap tap tap Bang tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
'Push.'
'Fine.'
Steeling himself, Trowa pushed against the wall with his nimble fingers. And, much to his pleasant surprise, he felt the wall slide away from him. Turning on his side, attempting to ignore the screaming of his cracked rib as he jostled his weight atop of it, he managed to get his head facing the wall, and carefully scooted forward, slipping along the floor like an inchworm.
It was a tight squeeze, but he made it through without problems.
"Quatre?" he quietly whispered as he tested the position of his feet and found that they'd cleared the hole.
"Here," he heard. It was really quite close by….
"Right in front of you."
"Ah. How can you tell in this pitch darkness?"
"Lenses, of course. I'll give you details later. First, let's get out of these cuffs."
"How do you propose we do that?"
"Roll over."
Trowa obeyed without question. He knew better than to disobey a voice with that tone of command in it.
"Now, can you feel that?"
Trowa's nimble fingers tested the area, and stumbled across fabric and a button. "Aa."
"Alright. Good. My hands are bound behind my back as well, so they're just as useless. If we're going to get out of this, we're going to need to work together, slowly and carefully. Got it?"
"Aa."
"I've got lock-picks in the front lining of my boxers."
Trowa felt his face turn a billion different shades of red.
tbc...
