Travis swore under his breath as Cam revealed he didn't remember anything from the night before either. No matter how much he tried to recall the events, it just came to his mind as a blank space. "We must have been drugged at the club... damn. We should have been more careful." He groaned as he looked over Cam again and his extremely tight shirt. "I don't know, but clearly they didn't want us having anything of our own. Perhaps trying to dehumanize us by putting us in torn clothing. I've seen enemy units do it overseas..."<br/><br/>The thought that they had been captured by a foreign government did not reassure Travis, but why would they take Cam? Perhaps to cover up loose ends? That had to be it. Travis knew a lot more than most knew and it would take a lot to get the information he had gained over the years, but with his older brothers fate hanging in the balance too, it would be harder to keep a tight lip, for sure.<br/><br/>Travis yanked on the pole again, it was definitely loose, a screw missing somewhere as he felt it give just a bit. If he kept trying, he might be able to pull the pole free and move around, but it would take time. And the camera's would definitely see what he was up to. "I don't know what their plans are, but I'd rather try to get out as quick as we can. Is your pole loose to? They probably took your gun sadly, but I think, given some time, I might be able to pull this thin pole free and get my arms free." Travis whispered across the cold room. His eyes scanning the area for anything, all he could see were the crates in the corner and God knew what was in those. Their only hopes were to pull their poles free and try to find a way out of this room.