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Silence. Complete utter silence.
It's real dark... Am I dead?
Then the humming began, like a computer starting up. The whirring of a coolant venting fan.
Whassat!?
Suddenly there was a blinding light, as the shutters of the chamber opened.
Oh shit!! I am dead amn't I!!
Woooosh! The top of the cryo chamber swung open. A cloud of vapor shot out of the sides of the little coffin shaped pod.
"Please step out of your cryo-pods." A synthesized voice announced.

"Ah.. Fuck, I'm in a cryo pod? Did they take my liver?" Luckey checked himself for tell tale scar's on his lover back. There were none. "Why the hell am I here?"
He realized he was naked. He poked his head out of the pod and looked around, he was in a long room full of cryo-chambers.
"Proceed to the locker room to recieve your personal belongings."
Jake swore then dashed towards the door at the end of the room.
This is the only door, it's gotta be this one!

Luckey burst through the door, and looked around, lockers lined the wall. They each had named painted on them. He found the one labeled 'J. Lucky'.
"Fuck man, they even spelt my name wrong... At least know who you're kidnapping! Dumb bastards..."
He opened the locker. Inside was a tet of clothes. A black jacket, trousers, and some kind of skin-tight body suit.
"Personal belongings my ass... As if I'd wear this shit..." He muttered, dropping th body suit to the ground, as he begun to pull on the trousers. The suit made a loud clank when it hit the steel plated floor. This caused him to raise an eyebrow.
He lifted the suit again, it was about the same weight as a wet suit. He stretched it, then dropped it again. It made a loud noise as it hit the floor.
"The hell? Its not even heavy..."
He picked it up again and gave it a smack. It swung back and forth. He stared at it quizzically.
Well if they put it in the locker it must have a purpose...
He pulled on the suit, then quickly covered the embarrassing item with the other clothes.

Now fully clothed, Luckey went back to the room to study it further. The other chambers hadn't opened yet.
Why just me then?
He returned to the locker room finding something about this place unsettling. He looked around at the other lockers.
'M. Zabivać' Sounds violent.
He opened that locker, and rummaged trough it. Nothing that he didn't already have. He turned to the next one, 'J. Plamer', once again the locker had similar contents. The next locker he didn't even read the label on. He pulled out a large object.
Hell yeah! Exactly what I wanted!
He ran his eyes over the handgun, before slipping it inside his pocket. Little did he know, the gun he had just casually stolen was a standard issue navy 13mm rail-pistol.
He turned to the door on the other side of the locker room and smiled, "Right... Now to find the ringleader of this freak-show, and have him answer a few questions...