And now the person you've been waiting for...
Disclaimer once again : I own no part of Big Hero Six.
Tadashi didn't know where he was, who his captives were, or why he was being held captive, but he did know that he wanted to punch every single one of them in the face. The problem was the handcuffs.
He had been stuck here for a long time. Maybe a week, maybe a year, who knows. He recalled the night of the fire. Running through the hallways, passing rooms filled with unfinished projects, looking for Professor Callaghan. Flames had licked his face, burned his jeans, yet he kept on running. Then the explosion. It was powerful, but chance had it he survived. But not without injury - he had broken his ankle, dislocated his shoulder, and had a long cut, curving around his left eye, made from a shattered piece of glass. As he lay there, trying not to scream, rough hands grabbed his shoulders, dragging him to who knows where. Then, the shot. And nothing afterwards.
The Hamada brother faintly remembered them x-raying his foot, then putting a cast on it. They had also snapped his shoulder back in it's socket. His cut had formed a giant, wicked scar on his face. Now, his ankle had healed enough for him to walk without too much difficulty.
Tadashi looked around. He was in a 10x10, desolate gray room. He sat on a small cot, with only 2 thin sheets on it. In the corner was a giant hole for… certain reasons. Built into a wall was a small panel that opened every so often for his food that he received, which was usually just a small ham sandwich and a glass of water. In the front was a door, wooden, with a doorknob. It wasn't locked, but there was no need for it. As Tadashi had found out on his first night, the handcuffs had something in it connected to the doorway, so if it crossed the threshold, he would be shocked into paralysis. The only time he could was when they turned off whatever was in them, when they wanted to talk to him.
His handcuffs beeped, signifying that he could walk through the doorway without being shocked. The doorknob turned, and the man came again. Like the rest of them, he wore a long robe, the hood constantly covered his face, and carried a gun at all times. He beckoned, and Tadashi stood up. He followed the stranger, down the halls. They were grimy, and Tadashi had picked up several things after his time there. They were in a huge, underground building, there were approximately 150 men altogether, and they had some serious technology.
Into the interrogation room again. Tadashi sat down in the chair, across from the head man of this strange, unnerving operation, also wearing the hooded robe. The man stood next to him, gun resting in his hand. He heard the electronic sliding doors close with a soft whish. Clearing his throat, the head guy spoke in a deep, gritty voice.
"Mr. Hamada, do you know why you're here?" Tadashi swallowed, eyes lingering at the silver weapon that could be his death.
"As far as I know," he replied very slowly, "I am here to supply the vital information that would enable you to take over San Fransokyo. That information has something to do with Baymax, my invention of a healthcare companion, and his files."
"Indeed," said the man. He leaned forward, putting his black leather gloved hand on the table. "And tell me, where are those files now?"
"Destroyed by the fire on my college campus." A growl rose up in the man's throat.
"Or, maybe they are hidden by you in fear of them being stolen!" he spat, pounding the table with his fist. "I'm tired of you lying, Hamada! Now tell me where they are!"
"I told you," Tadashi said, voice insanely calm, "They were destroyed in a fire. I don't have them." The man chuckled darkly.
"You know where Baymax is though, correct? We showed you the report." It was true - they had shown him the news report on Hiro, Baymax, and his college peers defeating Professor Callaghan and going into the portal. He now knew Baymax was being kept at Hiro's dorm.
"So… your brother, Hiro Hamada, is in possession of Baymax. Hiro is currently attending the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. Wouldn't it be a shame if he... had an unfortunate accident, and Baymax went missing?" Tadashi's heart dropped.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, yes I would." The man chuckled again. "Tell us where the files are. Then maybe I will spare Hiro. Otherwise," he leaned into Tadashi's mortified face, "the world will be short one teen genius, won't it?"
"Send him back to his room," he ordered Tadashi's escort. "Feed him nothing but stale bread and water. We'll weasel out the information soon enough." Walking around the table, the stranger roughly grabbed Tadashi's arm, and they exited the room.
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-DragonFire0102