[ now that mitch is conscious, bradbury can stand and shove at the door, not that it does much good since its six inches of metal and welded shut from the other side. he paces the tight confines of the room, peeking through the smudged porthole, and frowns. ]

We're on a boat. Kidnapping turned assassination -- they botched the job, so they're cleaning up the evidence. Speaking German, I think.

[ it's always the germans. ]

How are your powers?