<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7MAuJ.png)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Being dragged along into the prison.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mack.</div>Things were bad. Even Mik could admit that as he staggered in front of his captor. There was nowhere for him to run to, even if he had both his hands free and wasn't hopelessly outmatched in terms of firepower and skill. He turned briefly over his shoulder to offer a small glare, but was reminded of the harsh grip on his hair by several strands abruptly parting from his scalp, leaving him to cry out sharply and continue. Soon enough they reached the large prison and Mik huffed at the two guards waiting at the entrance, not bothering to utter any curses. He didn't want a bullet through his skull.<br/><br/>The cell he was guided too wasn't too terrible to his surprise. There was food, water, even a working toilet and he blinked slowly with a small huff at the comment of equal treatment between the rival clans. "Sure. This is fucking five-star." He muttered derisively before the search over his body began. "Hey! The fuck are you doing!?" He writhed and twisted as he was stripped of his gun and the little box of pills he'd had in his pocket. Even his shoes were talent from him before he was pushed into cell properly, the cuffs remaining on his wrists<br/><br/>Mik turned and glared at the men lingering in his cell, focusing on the one who had dragged him all the way here. He plAnned to shout and scream at them, but soon found himself staring into a face he recognised. "... Shit..." Of all the people, it would have to be the damned leader. Not some common grunt who didn't know what he was doing... this meant trouble. Lots of it.<br/><br/>"This isn't my home. Piss of...!" He snapped back, stepping away from the other man with a narrow-eyed glare.