Jason awoke to blackness immediately whipped his head back and forth, trying to find a light in the darkness. He then realized that it was a cloth over his head that was creating his darkness and when he went to take it off he realized his hands were bound behind something, most likely a chair. Jason let out a yell and struggled against his restraints, causing the chair to fall over and a sharp pain as his head cracked against the floor. He felt the impact loosen the ropes and slowly got himself out of them, frantically pulling off the sack on his head and looking around him.<br/><br/>He was in a small metal room, a single door and a tinted black window up at the top of the room (which was about fifteen feet above him) showed up as the only escape routes he could think of. Running over to the door he tried the metallic latch handle, which proved useless as the door was locked. He punched the door in frustration, looking around once more at his surroundings for a way out.<br/><br/>"Do not bother Mr. Rourke...even if you were to escape this room you would immediately be brought back in by force." A distorted voice said over a hidden microphone. Jason jumped and looked up at the window and saw the faint outlines of a silhouette even in the near black tint of the window. He was being watched.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" Jason asked.<br/><br/>"Who I am or who I work for is not important." the voice responded, "What is important is why you are here."<br/><br/>"Why the hell am I here?" Jason said, frustrated and angry, "What did I do?!"<br/><br/>"You were born Mr. Rourke, we are aware of your....unique qualities, and we are willing to put them to the test, you are now going to part of program zero-zero-three-zero-four." the voice said quickly and indifferently. Jason was completely surprised that this person (correction, these people) knew what he could do, how he could become stronger, faster and more agile for short periods of time. He was aware of his ability to Amp. Jason did not know what this Program 00304 was, and he hated how this guy expected him to know what it was.<br/><br/>"Screw you! I do not have to do anything I do not want to, its part of my right as an American citizen." Jason said, turning away from the window.<br/><br/>"Oh but we are pretty sure that you will be willing, knowing that we have your mother and sister."<br/><br/>Jason stopped in his step and turned towards the window, his face holding a look of surprised anger.<br/><br/>"That is right Mr. Rourke, your mother and sister are in our custody and if you do not accept...they will die. If you attempt to break the rules of the program in any way, they will die. The only way they survive is if you say yes." the voice said...its voice still a cold and calculating machine-like voice that seemed not to care discussing the fates of two people who did not have to be thrown into this because of him. Jason clenched his teeth and his fists, and ran at the door screaming and punched the door extremely hard, the metal denting somewhat from his fist. He immediately began pounding extremely hard on the door again and again, the very frame groaning and straining against the very force of his attacks.<br/><br/>"He is experiencing a Psycho-Drive, shut it off now..." the voice said in an authoritative voice.<br/><br/>Jason immediately felt an intense pain in his head and was forced to fall on his back, his hands at his head, which was filled with such an intense pain that he could not think of anything else. When it finally subsided he relaxed, his face red. He felt his heart thump very fast and hard in his chest.<br/><br/>"Do not do that again Mr. Rourke or your mother and sister will die. This is quite a simple answer Mr. Rourke yes or no, you do not get to form your own answer if you attempt to do so again the consequences will not be to your liking. If you say yes, you will be taken to the program site and briefed. If you say no, your family will die. What is it going to be Mr. Rourke?"<br/><br/>Jason stood up slowly and looked over at the window, his fists clenched and his face filled with anger, though it immediately calmed and he relaxed, knowing that if he made a wrong move innocent people would die, "Ok...you win, show me the way and I will do whatever you want, but you better not fucking touch them you hear me?" upon stating his very insubstantial threat a gas immediately filled the room, causing Jason to automatically put his hand to his mouth. This did little to protect him from the sedating effects of the gas, which almost immediately made him fall unconscious. The voice still continued to project through the room after he was incapacitated.<br/><br/>"Get him out of here and to the briefing site immediately. I made sure to expose him to a heavy dose, he will be out for quite awhile."<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jason awoke to the feeling of being dragged, which he was...his knees were digging into the concrete. He looked up and saw a bus waiting at an unmarked street. Trying to look behind him to see if there was a building or maybe a car with license plates that he could memorize, he was immediately gun butted in the face. Pushed into the bus, the door closed almost immediately behind him and the bus driver grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him into the aisle, his body landing on the floor with a thud.<br/><br/>"Take a seat and don't do anything stupid." the driver said.<br/><br/>Jason got up and looked around, seeing that it was already filled with a few people. Walking slowly down the aisle and glancing at everyone, he took a seat across from a rather small, pale blonde girl (Spira). Jason looked down towards the floor and clenched the top of the seat in front of him in pure frustration. The bus driver walked up to him and threw something at him, a manila folder, "Get reading...it will keep you busy." he said with a tone that made it seem like he outright hated him. The bus driver walked away back to his seat, pressing down on the gas and sending the bus forward to its next destination, wherever that was. Jason opened the folder and flipped through it, seeing a series of names and numbers and information. Pictures were present too, he recognized a few of the faces as people he passed on the bus. They were all special like him...but what were they doing here, what was the purpose? Jason gripped the papers tight in his hands and flipped through it, wanting to learn as much as he could about what he was getting into.