Unknown Hospital Room, DeKanter Facility, Unknown State...
A thick blanket of billowing black smoke and cascading soot filled the vast and spacious East wing of a well-fortified and well-hidden multibillion-dollar medical facility in the wake of an unseen attack in the form of a personal bomb, many a staff member not caught up in the blast had managed to escape with their lives. At the same time, those who had not been so fortunate had their lifeless bodies scattered about the building and grounds with various parts of their remains visible to anyone who had bothered to venture about the place amid the smoke and flames. The noise and rumbling within the facility as it had gone dark due to the smoke and the destruction of the power grid in the wake of the blast, filled the ears of a formerly slumbering man who'd been quietly tucked away in the east wing's coma patient area where he'd been well looked after since his arrival three years prior.
No one knew his name.
He'd been listed as Patient 0 and addressed as such for the duration of his stay in this strange and secret place.
He'd been more or less a blank slate and a living vegetable as the attending doctors worked round the clock to ensure his survival and monitor his progress if there had been any to be made.
The sound of two sets of heavy black boots moved through the facility with purpose as the explosion and raging fire continued moving about the vast building, incinerating anything in its path and destroying valuable resources and data. One of the two men whom the heavy boots belonged to had taken point and made his way toward the heavy steel door where the formerly slumbering man had been kept.
He seemed intent on getting inside as the slightly groggy coma patient began to stir for the first time in the three years that he'd been brought to this place, the constant tremors of the building due to the bombs and the loud noises of alarm becoming too much for his semi-conscious mind to ignore.
The man who had taken point when attempting to locate the coma patient's room had been of average height, wearing a black ski mask, black combat trousers, heavy black boots, and carried around a small practical handgun, equally black in color as he aimed at the door determined to get inside as his counterpart, a smaller man with green eyes and blond hair peeking from beneath a similar black ski mask assisted him with connecting a miniature device that enabled him to get past tough locks.
A few beeps and a few clicks later, the door opened seemingly of its own accord and the two men entered, the larger of the two still poised as he moved about inspecting the room as he sought his prize, the whole reason for hitting the fortified and hidden facility in the first place.
He'd been shocked to find that once he stepped inside the room he'd been overpowered and a lone man had wrapped his arm around his neck aiming to choke the life out of him before he'd even gotten the chance to pull the trigger, it was then at a glance that he'd taken notice of the bed being empty and the objective having awakened due to all the noise and alarm holding him from behind and given to adrenaline upon awakening despite his weakened status from the coma's effects.
"Hey...look sleeping beauty's awake." said the green-eyed man aiming his gun rather nervously at his boss and the newly awakened man in the hospital gown with long unkempt black locks, wild dark brown eyes, and a crazed expression on his dark tan completed face.
The apparent boss had raised his hands and dropped his gun signaling that he meant no harm to the crazed man as he attempted to keep things cool in the moment as the bombs continued to rattle the facility.
"Hey listen....you've been out of commission for a while but if you listen to the sound of my voice, you know me...we go way back..." said the boss still with his hands in the air.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I!?" shouted the crazed man looking about bewildered. "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?"
"Look just calm down and I'll explain everything but first we need to get out of here the place will be swarming with agents before we can blink if we linger too long or the smoke will get us sooner or later." continued the boss in a calm tone. "We came here to rescue you, Roy now let us finish the job and get the fuck out of here."
The crazed man blinked noticing that neither man meant any harm and the urgency filled him when he deduced that they'd been telling the truth about attempting to rescue him.
"W-Who's Roy?" he asked genuinely confused as he slowly loosened his grip on the boss as the other lowered his gun.
The name had felt familiar, oddly so.
"You are." replied the apparent boss. "Now let's get you the fuck outta here."
The crazed man did not know what to believe but the pressing need to get out of the ruined facility had suppressed any of his other doubts in favor of self-preservation.
"Lead the way," he replied still not taking his eyes off the two men with guns.
The three of them scrambled to get out of the building and the crazed man known as "Roy" took note of the elaborate way they'd planned to escape the place, jumping from a window and into the cold icy waters that had been below where they had a boat waiting for them.
He'd also noticed that his arms and legs were a lot heavier than he thought as he sunk into the choppy waters that lined the base of the facility and the jagged cliffside it had sat on undisturbed for years until the events of that day. True to their word the men assisted the struggling "Roy" and helped him into their boat before taking off downriver.
The dazed and confused former coma patient looked about at the blazing sun and blue sky as if he'd been in a trance and finally awakened to feel the warmth on his ruggedly handsome and heavily bearded face. He imagined he'd looked like quite the caveman when he'd awoken especially after being told he'd been in a coma for the past three years.