Captive

It wasn't the first time he'd woken up tied to a chair. That in itself made him stop and think. Ten years ago, he would've been shocked to find himself in such a position. Now it was pretty routine, though he'd much prefer running around in the woods, despite the trees.

He glanced down at his wrists. Zip ties. Earth technology usurped yet again.

He quickly located his assailant messing with the computers to his left. Well, Jackson, here we go again. Snakebaiting one supersoldier, coming right up. This should be easy to get out of.

"Hey, how's it going?"