"If you're going to send us to a muggle hospital, then give us a box of bandaids and let us both go," Michael said, irked.
"Right," Robert said, largely going along with Michael's mood to appease him, and continuing to work. "I'll make a note of that. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Not entirely," Michael said. "We were drugged somehow. Must have been one of the room service meals. The next I knew, I was waking up in a cell in that damned cave. Bastards."
"Did you recognize any of them?"
"How about all of them?" he said. "Its the usual crew."
"What did they want?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Information...opportunities to find our weaknesses or our strengths, chances to turn us. I don't rightly know."
"Were you and Khaat held together?"
"No," Michael said. "Not at all. I only knew she was there too when I saw them take her past my cell at one point and then back again. I never heard her make a sound."
"I'm not surprised," Robert sighed. "Its how she survived that business before. How did you get out?"
"Made a bomb. Pretty simple really. I am never held anywhere I don't want to be. Not for long," Michael said. "I just needed time to get what I needed and to find her. You were bloody late, you know."
"I'll try to come sooner next time," Robert said. "Jess, I think we can avoid more surgery--at least for now. I've set spells in place. Perhaps you can help him get cleaned up and get comfortable. Find Lee and get him to send food for him. I need to see how Brian has done with Khaat."
"If there's no firewhiskey in there, you can forget it," Michael said.
"Alright. But I don't know if the Americans even have firewhiskey on this base. I'll do my best. A shot of firewhiskey won't hurt a thing. Jess, see to it if they have it. He deserves it after all he's been through. I'm going to see Khaat," Robert said.