Brent didn't know where he was. He was strapped onto this table, all limbs restrained. He tried to get out, almost cutting himself on his restraints. It was no use. It was very dark, and all he could hear was the sound of dripping water. It was also very cold. And getting colder. He pulled his head up and immediately it hit something. He saw it was glass. He used his head to rub at the glass, so he could see through. Barely any light came in, but he saw two silhouettes staring at his... Pod. It was a pod. And it was getting colder...... Colder..... Too cold....<br/>-<br/>Brent woke up again, this time in a dirty white room, strapped to a chair. He felt very weak. He could hear people talking. "Yes, he said we should follow through with this guy. It worked for the Asian chick, so it should work for him." Then two men walked in, and plugged an iv into him. Brent was too weak to even talk. The began to fasten a helmet to his head, pulsing with blue light. Before they fully put it on, he saw a blue liquid in the iv slowly make its way to his arm. Within seconds he was asleep.<br/>-<br/>Brent awoken again, in his pod, to an explosion. Many explosions we're going off. He looked out of his glass to see a large warehouse filled with pods like his. Only one difference: he was on ground level with a girl strapped into the same machine he was. There were hundreds of those pods. With a flash of light and bald guy made his way in and rescued the girl. For a reason Brent couldn't see, the pods started to open, and the restraints unlatched. Brent walked out as he say hundreds on men leave the warehouse with.... Ice powers? He slowly made his way outside, his senses barely working, and made it as far as the street before he collapsed.