Feign wakes up groggily, the bleeding has stopped, and he's finally out of the net.  He looks around, his vision is still blurry, though what he can see suggests he's in a cage of some sort.  The floor is cold concrete, and the top bars are just low enough to keep him from sitting up straight.  He thinks back, trying to understand just where this base is.  Sadly, nothing he saw in the helicopter helped, though he does remember seeing on the radar where the traps were set.<br/><br/>Looking around doesn't tell him much.  The cage is in a dark tent, possably some kind of storage room.  He closes his eyes and tries to gather his strength for another astral journey, but is interrupted by a noise, something like a fruit being pried open.<br/><br/>He looks towards a gap between two crates and sees some fur and scales.  It takes a moment to realize that it is the tigress naga, apparently on an improvised table.  He moves his head to one side, trying to see more of the other 'room' in the tent, though all he can see is one of the straps restraining her to the exam surface.<br/><br/>His voice is so weak it's practically silent as he watches.  "No...  No, don't hurt her." The sounds of the doctor inspecting Tamara's tailmouth continue on.  He can only listen, catching only a glimpse of the sadistic-looking doctor as he passes by the gap.  He can only listen, still being too weakened to move.