Right at that moment in time Nate was slowly coming around from the Chloroform and was instantly sick. His stomach contents emptied onto the floor where he lay; once he stopped throwing up he slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position and looked around. He seemed to be in a small concrete room, one door and no window's what little light was in the room was gave off by a dimly lit bulb.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the door and tried the handle. Locked.
As if he could have been so lucky, but no harm in trying he thought. He checked for his phone, gone. Damn it, why had he been so stupid, he should have shouted for Eliot as soon as he heard a noise. He ran his hand through his hair as he tried to figure a way out, he backed off from the door as he heard it unlock and start to swing open.
He grabbed the first man and spun him around and caught him with a sweet right hook that knocked him clean out, and then focused his attention on the second man. His jaw screamed at him as the other man's fist connected and he felt his lip split and blood flew out, but Nate knew this might be the only chance he has to get away. He swung a left to the man's midsection and as he moved to his left to get out of the way Nate swung a right and connected on the bridge of the man's nose. He dropped like a stone screaming like a little girl clutching his nose as blood poured down it. Nate took the opportunity and ran like hell out of the door and turned left. He ran down a corridor and up some stairs and spotted a doorway to his right. He couldn't see or hear anyone near him so he ran full speed to the door and turned the handle. Locked, damn it. He tried the window next to him, locked as well so he picked up the nearest chair and threw it! Glass shattered and the window blew out giving Nate the escape he needed. He threw himself out of the window and rolled to his feet and began running, he didn't know where he was or who had took him but he needed to get as far away as possible and then take stock of what his options where.
He stopped running after twenty minutes and hid in an old building watching to see if anyone had followed him. After ten minutes he relaxed a little and tried to figure out where he was. He looked out of one of the back window's and notice he was near water but he didn't recognise any of the buildings so he knew he wasn't in Portland. He looked at his watch and figured out he'd lost at least 24 hours, damn it he could be anywhere. He knew he had to get in touch with his team, so first thing was to try and find a phone and then call Hardison he could track the number and tell him just where the hell he was.
He slowly opened the back door and looked out; he couldn't see any movement or hear any cars. He walked down the alley and turned left and spotted a phone, he was about to start walking towards it when he noticed a SUV parked just opposite. Could it just be coincidence or was it the same people who'd took him? He slowly made his way to the phone keeping in the shadows; he got within a few yards of the car when he got a glimpse of one of the guys. He had just lit a cigarette and the light off the match showed a bruised and bloodied face, yep it's the same guys thought Nate. Damn it, there covering the phone's I need a new plan. He backed off and took stock of his options. First, find out where he is, two get in touch with the team and three find out who is behind this.