Camden had remembered picking up his kid brother from the airport earlier that day. He was so excited to see him, proud of what he had accomplished with his time in the military. While he didn't feel called to join the military, he had however joined the local police force and had worked his way up to the K9 unit of which he was equally proud. He had picked up Travis from the airport as he had just finished his last tour in Iraq and now, it was time to celebrate. They had an entire weekend planned out which included a hotel room, clubs and most likely ... pleasurable company. Well, it turns out they didn't get that far.<br/><br/>Cam groaned as he felt his pounding skull breaking through his subconscious. He was in pain and laying on something very cold. The club wasn't cold .... or silent. What was going on? The need to get up forced Cam to open his eyes slowly to which he was greeted by bright lights. "The hell," he muttered as he shut them again and tried to sit up. It was then that he realized his hands were bound behind his back by something that felt like ... handcuffs? Once he finally managed to sit up, Cam opened his eyes gingerly once more and looked up to see Travis.<br/><br/>"Travis ... you alright? Where the hell are we?" he asked, his voice a pained grunt as he tugged on his arms, finding them attached to what felt like a pole.