Mark was immersed in water with a breathing mask covering his mouth and nose. He could open his eyes under the water without them stinging and he could see bleary people walking around one level above from him. There were a few people in white coats, they looked like scientists, and of course a handful of guards and the heeled lady. The heeled lady had brought him here and the guards had strapped his wrists and ankles to a table, which they had then lowered into this tank after giving him the breathing mask. Until the mask, Mark thought that they were going to drown him, but now he didn't have any ideas. Were they going to electrocute him? That would be painful. Or maybe they were going to put some sort of poison in the water that would kill him by going into this pores? That seemed like too much work just to kill him.
He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. This was what he wanted. They would throw him back in his cell if he asked to leave now, or maybe they'd just shoot him pointblank and he'd die with a shock from his collar and metal in his skull.
"Armory."
Mark opened his eyes and looked over at the noise that came from above him. He wanted to know who they thought this 'Armory' was and whether or not they were friend or foe. But the scientist was staring at him. There was no other person around to whom they might be referring. The other male smiled. "You like it? That's good. It's going to be your new name from now on." He reached into the water with gloved hands and placed a set of dog tags over Mark's head. They floated for a second before settling on his bare chest. Mark blinked slowly and gazed back up at the scientist, who was walking away. What was the guy talking about, his 'new name'? He was about to die. Why would they rename him? He understood that the name would suit him, and actually sounded much better and way cooler than WeaponMaster, but why would they give it to him? And weren't dog tags for people in the army? Weren't two dog tags for living people in the army?
A countdown started and he heard the whirling of mechanics and the drumming of electronics. On the floor above, the scientists and guards and the heeled lady all stared down at him. It was then that Mark realized that something was seriously wrong…
The whirling got closer, so close that it must have been in the tank with him. He looked around and saw spinning needles coming down towards the black marks that the scientists had drawn on his skin while they strapped him to the table. He didn't have any time to react in any sort of way before they pierced the skin. With them came the sensation of someone driving three jackhammers into his skull and all of the needles spreading molten cement through his body.
He thrashed violently against the pain and straps that bound him in this hellish tank. His screaming was cut off by the breathing mask but this noise raged in his head. The water surged around him as he tossed and turned. The pain and the drilling just continued and he thought that his body was going to burst from whatever was filling him. It was like getting a normal needle, but there were eleven of them, and the pain was a thousand billion times worse. The ordeal climaxed and he felt his already hammering heart pick up a dangerous tempo and Mark knew that he was going to die from his heart and body exploding.