"Not yet they haven't. They've locked us in here." That's not let go to Vash. He gets up up first checks out their monitor. Looking for any hint of what has been done. "What's to stop them from doing this again?" His nerve endings are firing off. Tired as he was from the sex Vash was still more motivated by a primal fear that kept him going. He would not be made into a test subject like that again.
The monitor proves to be useless to him. He gives up and moves back to where his red jacket had been discarded. Digging through the pockets until he finds his lock pick set. Moving with purpose he scoops up his jeans and starts to put them back on before kneeling at the door. Hoping to find something he can try to pick. Otherwise he was going to use the gun hidden in his arm to destroy the door.
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Date: 2019-05-25 08:18 am (UTC)The monitor proves to be useless to him. He gives up and moves back to where his red jacket had been discarded. Digging through the pockets until he finds his lock pick set. Moving with purpose he scoops up his jeans and starts to put them back on before kneeling at the door. Hoping to find something he can try to pick. Otherwise he was going to use the gun hidden in his arm to destroy the door.