-GABRIEL'S POV-

Gabriel woke up in a soft bed, and without thinking, he reached out for Riley's warmth. Realizing no one was there, he woke up fully.

"Riley?" He called out.

The room he was in was fairly bare, with only the bed and vanity in it. The floor had crimson carpeting and an ugly yellow and red wallpaper. It somewhat resembled a hotel room. Gabriel got out of bed and began to inspect the room. He tried to pinpoint his location with the chip, only to have a piercing noise reverberate through his skull and cause a massive headache.

The only door in the room opened, and a short man in a suit followed by two guards with large guns came into the room. They shut the door behind them.

"Agent Vaughn. Or should I call you Clockwork?" The man's voice was full of ego and pride.

"Who are you?" Gabriel growled and stepped close to him. The guards stepped forward, ready to defend the man, but he held up his hand and they reluctantly stepped back.

"To you, I'm Mr. Smith." The man said with a passive voice.

"Where am I? And what did you do to Riley?" The last question came out as a threat.

"Agent Neal's condition depends on your actions." Mr. Smith explained.

Gabriel knew these were definitely not government agents. None of this made sense, or was legal. Not that has stopped them before.

"Let me see her." He demanded.

"Ah, I'm afraid that's not possible." Mr. Smith said nervously, very aware that Gabriel was getting upset.

"Take me to see her or you'll never get anything out of me."

"Oh dear Gabriel, this isn't just about information. And we don't necessarily need you to talk, we just need you."

For being a top secret government project, a lot of people knew about him.

"What exactly do you want?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

Mr. Smith noticed the attempt. "We have very big plans for you, Gabriel."

"Where's Tetazoo?"

"We have no further need for Mr. Tetazoo. We disposed of him." Mr. Smith said in an uncaring voice.

Gabriel was shocked. Jeffery Tetazoo was never on the straight and narrow, but he didn't seem like the type to work willingly for these people.

"You look confused, Gabriel." Mr. Smith pointed out.

Gabriel had a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but he decided to keep it to himself. He needed to make sure Riley was okay, and offending the boss was not the way to do it.

"When do we start?"

-RILEY'S POV-

Riley woke up strapped to a chair and a killer headache pounding through her skull. She blinked at the bright light and surveyed the room. The room had metal walls and a metal roof and floor, probably to keep Gabriel out. There was a square window on the only exit at eye level.

The door opened, and a tall man with a military haircut and wearing military style camis, only they were solid black came in. He set up a small camera in the top left corner of the room, and a small red light blinked on.

The man left, and several minutes later a very large man with the same uniform came in the room. Riley had a feeling she knew what was coming next.

For a minute or two the room was silent, and Riley's stomach was in knots.

Suddenly the man put his finger to his ear. "Yes sir." He said in a deep voice.

The man walked up to Riley and grabbed a handful of hair where the butt of the gun had hit her. Her head snapped back, making her cry out. Pain exploded across her jaw as the man's fist connected.

Ten minutes later, Riley's lip was split and she was spitting blood. Tears streamed down her face, because not only was this physical torture, it was emotional. The man had obviously read her file before he came in. Even the sealed one. Riley had taken punches mostly to her face and head, but she also felt bruises forming on her stomach and arms. Her wrists we bleeding from where the leather straps rubbed.

It was going to be a long night.