Two days had been enough time for the bruises to soften up. He'd tried, of course, to get away, but they'd sent too many mercs to take him in, and he hadn't been much of a match for them. Not when they'd taken him off-guard. It's not something he's going to let happen again.

Never seen their armor before, but they've moved together. Like a team. Military or mercenary, he's not sure. Probably the latter, considering Omega, but if there's one thing he's learned here it's not to judge on appearances. Of course, being blindfolded isn't really helping with that. He'd been expecting them to get rid of it once they'd strapped him down, and when they lock the door he lets out a snort.

"Oh, is that all?" he asks, keep his tone dry. "And let me guess, I'm supposed to take your word for it."