"This is a test," were the words that Nicholai woke to.
He groaned as he lifted his heavy head and squinted against the overhead lights. He straightened up once he felt his arms tied behind his back and was soon brought to full attention as his blue eyes scanned the surroundings. The voice that had spoken over the PA was not one that he was familiar with. It was an English voice, he was aware of its snobbery from the moment he heard it. One of his arms purposefully came loose, his left arm, the less dominant one. He quickly brought it back around to examine and breathed in relief as he found it unharmed and unaccompanied by any marks or contraptions. He found himself tied down to a bar chair of all things and realised, as he glanced around, that there were at least five other people sitting in the bar with him.
Across from him were three people that he did not recognise. One was a well-muscled blonde man with some facial hair, a behemoth of a man yet shorter than the Colonel who sat not too far away on Nicholai's right. He recognised Sergei immediately from his massive frame alone, adorned with the soft silver of his hair hanging over the right side of his face, slumped in the darkness and illuminated only by the afternoon sun's rays creeping in through the window behind him.
The man beside the well-toned blonde was of African descent, very tall, with short hair. Nicholai squinted to see if he could catch any other details; he spotted a military vest, a white, clean undershirt, and a name badge 'Sullivan'.
On Sullivan's left was another well-muscled man, an American. Nicholai knew because he identified the continent of his origin - Hispanic. This man also had facial hair and a veil of short-cut, black hair, shadowing his forehead. They seemed to be slumped over and in a coma-like state but on Nicholai's left, he started as he heard someone stir with a soft groan.
He craned his neck to try and look around, catching the flash of red and silver along the pale, wrinkled face. He recognised that face, those shoulders, and especially the groan emitted from the older man's mouth.
"Misha!" Nicholai hissed quietly, trying his best not to disturb the three men across from them whilst also simultaneously trying to rouse his colleague. "Misha!"
Mikhail groaned quietly again in protest before his blue eyes blinked open and narrowed to stare at the back of Nicholai's head and shoulders. "Cholai? What..."
The older man glanced around and with every detail of their surroundings that he took in, his greying brows only rose higher and higher. "What is this?" He asked the younger wolf in their native tongue.
Nicholai went to respond when he caught sight of the Hispanic's dark eyes suddenly trained on him. Small and beady, Nicholai stared right back. He didn't know who these men were or why they were tied up here also, but he was going to take in every detail he could about them to try and identify anything. Like Nicholai and his comrades, the Hispanic and his friends also wore military vests. The blonde was in red, Sullivan in green, and the Hispanic in orange. Mikhail wore something of dark grey or black, Nicholai couldn't tell. He was in his green, snow vest with a thermal black sweatshirt underneath. The shadows consumed the Colonel, he couldn't make out anything aside from the other's hair. And it was only then Nicholai realised how hot he was.
"We're not in Russia," he breathed quietly to Mikhail as he craned his neck to keep an eye on him before resuming his staring contest with the Hispanic who was staring right through him.
A thousand-yard stare, a soldier's stare. As if the vests weren't already a dead giveaway.
"In front of each of you is your service weapon."
The voice over the system crackled against the static again and Nicholai finally looked down at the table he was forced to sit at and stared in surprise as he found his Makarov in front of him. It was his, he knew because it had been modified to his liking. No jamming along the barrel and the magazine was sitting not too far away from it. The gun was unassembled but it was there right in front of him.
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