Robin walked through the door and into the cell and sat down heavily on a chair by the small table. He heard Dominique walk in and then the door to the cell slide shot and lock with a click. He could sense that Dominique was not happy; could almost feel the heat of her anger as it radiated off of her body. He felt her eyes bore into the back of his head as she stood there. Then, without a word she went to her bunk and pulled out the three ring binder that held their manuals and started reading again.
The two said nothing the rest of that day. Robin hopped to his bunk and went to sleep almost instantly. his body craving the softness of the mattress. It was from this deep sleep that he was rudely awakened. Something strong grabbed his arm and yanked him. He didn't stop moving until his body hit the floor of the cell, five feet below the mattress. Robin gasped by the sudden shock of pain, gasping to recapture the air that was knocked out of him.
As he struggled to get to his feet, he noticed there were four large men in the room dressed from head to toe in white. Looking to Dom's bunk, he saw the red fletching of the tranquilizer dart sticking from her neck. A sharp jab came to his rib cage as he tried to stand. One of the men had rammed their knee into him, then a sharp blow to the back of his head sent Robin to his knees again.
"Get up!" one of the men snarled at him. Robin again tried to stand and again was assaulted by another of the four. One sharp blow to his jaw and then a kick to his crotch. Robin's world spun around him as he grabbed onto the bunk to try to stand, but soon was back on the ground. Not a moment later, hands were grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. Two men started to drag Robin from the cell and into the hallway.
A short walk later and Robin found himself in a large room. The walls were bare metal with a window to another room looking in. The window was one-way glass, and Robin had no doubt there was an audience on the other side of it. The four men circled around Robin, having each picked up a four foot long, 2 inch think metal rod. It was then Robin noticed a set of two lights above the window. One was green and the other red. The red one was lit at this time, but as Robin watched, the red light went out and the green one came on.
Instantly, the four men started to beat on Robin with the rods. Bone could be heard cracking and cuts, bruises, and blood were soon to be seen. Robin went to his knees as the beating continued. Soon the red light went on and the four stopped. They stood around Robin, breathing hard from their exertion. Robin too was catching his breath, but as he did, he could feel and see himself heal. As he looked up, he saw the green light flash back on and the man standing before him raising his bar to smash down on Robin's head.
Robin's hand went up instinctively. The bar stopped where it was with a sharp jolt. A quick tug and Robin had the bar in his hand, quickly getting to his feet and dodging the next two swings coming his way. As the four man swung his bar, Robin blocked it with the bar he had acquired. Robin's foot went up and caught the man in white in his mid section, sending him sharply to the wall behind him. The man hit the wall and slid down it, then slouched over motionless to his side on the floor.
Turning again, he saw a bar swinging at his head, ducking, he heard the sickening sound of the bar making contact with the shoulder of the man in white opposite his position. He too went to the ground writhing in pain. The man who Robin took the bar from now lunged at Robin and hit him at his waist. The two went into the wall behind Robin. Robin sent a sharp blow with his knee to the man's chest that made him drop to the floor. Another kick to the man's mid section sent him sprawling across the floor of the room.
The last man in white stood there, holding the bar in his hand at the ready. The bar shook noticeably in his hands. Robin grinned. He took the bar in his hands and bent it as if it were Styrofoam. The man dropped his bar and put up a hand as if begging for mercy. Robin took the bent bar and threw it at the man, hitting him in the knees. A gruesome crack could be heard and the man went slumping to the ground. Robin now looked up at the window. "Take me back to my cell. I'm tired of being your lab rat!"
The door to the room flung open and two men entered with two more at the doorway. All four had guns raised. Robin held up his hands and the first man in the room said, "Make your way to the door and back down the hallway to your cell. Nothing funny or we open up on you." Robin looked back up to the window and nodded his approval. "Thanks! I'll see you in the arena."
Robin was led back to his room with no further trouble. The door was opened and he walked in. When the door slid shut, Robin made his way back to the bunks and sat down next to Dominique, who was still out. He gently pulled the dart from her neck and rubbed her back.