<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, suspended from the ceiling with thick Data Cables connected to his neck, spine, and shoulders.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Beast<br/><hr/><br/>The light stabs his eyes like daggers when he's finally allowed to actually use them again. His ears react to actual sounds again, it feels painful but great as his senses start working again. The cables don't detach but they do lower him back to the ground. He smiles, Jack's going to be free in a moment. All he needs is to calm for a few moments more.<br/><br/>He starts getting up slowly and rolling his shoulders he stands up. Good things the cables were still attached, because there's clearly in issue.<br/><br/>"<strong>Thank you, Dr. McCoy.</strong>" comes over the cables into the speakers but something else actually comes out of his mouth.<br/><br/>"<strong>Tha<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">ENDER</span>, Dr. Mc<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TANT</span>!</strong>"<br/><br/>Oh, oh no! The grenade launcher in his abdomen opens and closes again as he feels weapons diagnostics start. The foot rockets open, run through their quick paces, and stops again.<br/><br/>"<strong>I. . .think the programming was damaged.</strong>" he replies, starting to panic a little bit.