BANG blood ran down a wall as a man bounced off of it. "F*CK ,i swear to God I'm going to ki-" the man froze, his gun wasn't there. He scanned his surroundings and found it was dark, metallic, industrial. This is not where he went to sleep. Who got to him this time? How did they get him? What did he do to piss these particular people off?
Was he in a prison? No, he wasn't in a cell this was crew courters, he scanned the room, bunk beds on either side a wall to his front and a door behind him. Next to the door between the wall and the bunk bed sat a rectangle with uniforms.
Navy? Had to be this tightness is only found aboard ships, but why was the room so dim? If it was day time they would have bright white light, and night red was preferred, lack of power? No commotion, no anything the man found himself unable to recognize the markings on the uniform and narrowed his eyes, no rocking, not even the miniscule amount he had come to expect from seafaring vessels. What caused him to hit the wall?
The man pressed himself against the wall next to the door and waited, 5 minutes, 10, 15 he heard nothing from the opposite side. The man considered if he should try and be stealthy but decided against it, the man was unarmed in unknown territory and he didn't know how he got there so more likely than not the people on this 'ship?' knew he was there.
The man opened the door looking into the hallway and immediately changed his assumption, he was in a bunker of some sort the hallway he found himself in was far longer than any ship he'd ever heard of and much to fortified to be a surface level building. The hallway was lit by dim red emergency lights, power issues, he wanted to look for a map but this was clearly a high level military installation, maps would not be available in this area.