Mik grimaced as he felt the powered fists tightly grip his wrists and jerk then backwards, staggering slightly under the physical strength used in the movement. "Ah, fuck! You got me... No need to disclose my fucking arms..." He muttered quietly, an eyebrow twitching at the clip of the cuffs fastened tight about his hands to keep them secured. A brief feel with hiatus fingertips told him he wouldn't be squirming hiswway out of them anytime soon and he grimaced at the joke -he hoped it was a joke- about his corpse making a good meal for the other men. Wait. 'My' men?<br/><br/>"Your men?" He voiced, glancing over his shoulder with the first expression of nervousness since he'd been captured. Shit. If he'd been stumbled upon by one of the higher-ups, fuck-knows where he'd end up, or what would happen to him when he got there. "Nngh!" Mik grimaced at the harsh grip upon his dark hair, his head arched back under the unnecessary force used to march him along the street; further away from safe territory.<br/><br/>Shit. Even Mik could admit that he was rather roundly fucked.  No one knew he was out of the base and how long would it be before anyone even realised that fact? He didn't like being on his own so far out of familiar places and his heart shudder wildly within his chest as he continued to move, his eyes flicking left and right to try and remember even vaguely the route.