Mason sat on the floor of his prison room dull-eyed. He had given up trying to escape. He couldn't hurt any of the bastards that came to check on him... He was going to escape from this awful place.. He had to his sanity depended on it. Suddenly his door opened and two armed men came into the room. "On your feet. It's time for training." Mason flipped them the bird and turned away. "He said on your feet, maggot!" Mason turned to look at them both. "Fuck you." The younger of the two soldiers could read lips and growled before hitting Mason in the stomach with the stock of his gun. Mason coughed and slumped over on his face. The two men then grabbed him up and dragged him to his feet before dragging him along to the training room. He stayed quiet the entire time as he was still stunned slightly from the hit to the gut. Once they got to the training room they threw him inside closing the door behind him. He wobbled but managed not to fall face first as he recovered. He noticed that there were a bunch of people in the room with him. He noticed a girl he thought he saw a couple times when he first got there and decided to go talk to her. He walked up and tapped her shoulder. "Can you believe the nerve of these bastards? Doing what they've done to us? Or atleast I assume they did something similar to you that they did to me..." He gave her a charming smile after saying all this.