Unknown Riverbank, Unknown Location, Unknown State...
The sound of the motor of the boat had filled the ears of the still newly awakened "Roy" as he took in the view of the great outdoors for the first time in a long time. He had still been wearing a rather soaked hospital gown and wasn't in the least modest about his impressive physique being on display much to the blond younger man's chagrin. The apparent boss of the duo had taken off his mask to reveal an equally ruggedly handsome face slightly pale and deep blue eyes as he scanned the way forward not at all wishing to run into agents when it came to their escape from the ruined medical facility. As it became more and more obvious that they were in the clear, "Roy" had more than a few questions about his newfound travel companions and his supposed identity when they climbed onto dry land and made for the getaway car.
Amid walking and scouting, they conversed and got the formerly slumbering man up to date on what he'd missed and attempted to make sense of what he remembered about his life long before the coma.
"Why do you call me Roy?" he asked with an arched brow.
The man with blue eyes smirked and shook his head in disbelief.
"Because if I were to ever address you as Royford you'd kick my head in...it's your name Royford Calaen McCall in case you're interested." replied the man with blue eyes.
"Roy" seemed to recall that had indeed been his name and that the man with blue eyes was named Julian.
"Julian...Julian Benjamin Masters," said Roy as he finally seemed to register whom the man speaking with him had been. "Fuck...Jules, what the hell happened to me?"
The man known as Julian seemed to be delighted in the recognition of his name and face as he casually patted Roy on the shoulder as a gesture of welcome.
"Good to see you haven't gone that far off the deep end," he said with a smirk. "Told ya this son of a bitch was gonna come around...Fuckin' Roy, can't keep a good man down..."
"Or a bad one either." Roy finished for him as if the phrase between them had been a common one.
The man with green eyes stared at them both in disbelief for a few moments.
"It's you man!" he said in shock. "It's really you!"
Roy turned his attention to the second man and smiled his face and name coming to mind as well.
"Corey," he said before the blond rushed to hug him.
"Fuck Roy, I thought you were a goner for sure," he said still in shock as he looked over his long-thought-to-be-dead friend, "This...no fucking way...I don't believe they were this....oh fuck..."
Julian seemed to want him to stop talking before he gave away too much as Corey suddenly stopped and turned his attention back to scanning the area for anyone following them.
Roy took note of the sudden silence but chose to ignore it if only to get to their destination much quicker.
Despite the silence, Roy had been finding himself bombarded by shards of his scattered memories. While he recalled some things a good deal of other things had been hazy like the events that led him to be in a coma had rushed back into pieces, there was something to do with an explosion and him tossing a young and ambitious Corey out of harm's way at a familiar and often frequented pub only to find himself blown to bits. He understood at that moment why Corey had been in such a state of shock.
There was no way he should have ever come back from a blast that lethal and yet here he was attempting to make his escape on his own two feet right beside Julian and Corey...just like old times.
Roy sighed as he and Julian reached what looked like a small car with Corey doing a sweep of the area before they entered the car. The setup for getaways seemed to be familiar as if they had always done this after particularly difficult missions.
There had always been three of them, Roy had been the muscle and connections, Julian the brains and resources, and Corey the tech expert and weapons specialist. He had not known why they'd always seemed to have been together in his memories but he'd known he'd been the eldest and most experienced of the three and that Julian was a young hot head at times while Corey held him in high regard and respected his judgment.
This was about as much as Roy gathered when it came to his memories of these two men who'd broken through a medical compound facility just to retrieve him after years of being in a coma.
Once the coast had been clear the three men filed into a waiting gray jeep and took off down the road discarding anything that brought too much attention to them until they arrived at the secured safehouse Julian had set up for them. Roy had been out of commission for quite some time but he seemed to have recalled the drill when it came to what they had as far as resources and how they managed to maneuver from there.
He wasn't too keen on the company he kept nor his real name being Roy but knew nothing and no one else with his limited memories and uncertain future given the implication that someone had it out for him from the very beginning.
Corey watched him rather nervously the entire drive as Julian did his best to get them to the safehouse in one piece. Roy had been simply enjoying the ride, being mobile after years in the coma had made him appreciate the little things all the more even if he hadn't been much of a grateful person in the past.
Speaking of, he had made up his mind to find out just who he used to be and why it had led to the tragic circumstance of his possible near death. He knew next to nothing about how he'd treated people and even less about how they treated him all he'd known was that he was finally awake and free from whatever internal prison someone had in store for him, that and a name.
It wasn't much of a name but it felt familiar at least.
Roy.
Roy McCall.