Literature
Motives
Motives
The first thing Jack felt was the headache.
He opened bleary eyes to a sight that was both familiar and foreign. It was a ghost lab, that much was apparent. A portal stood open on one wall. The benches of glassware and samples for purification were familiar. The vast bank of computers were not.
"Oh, I see you're awake," drawled a very familiar voice.
Jack looked over, blinking through the fuzz of a fairly decent concussion. "Vlad?" he asked.
Vlad Masters stood leaning against one wall. Only then did Jack realize he was bound to a table, steel cuffs at his wrists and ankles. He pulled at them, a token struggle to gauge thei