“Hello?” James called out. His heart sunk. Now that he wasn’t alone he felt responsible for the both of then. Hearing a groan in reply, he carefully picked his way back across to the source of the rustling, feeling his way along until one of his hands brushed up against something soft. Then, suddenly, he was on his back with a significant amount of weight on his chest.

“Who are you, and what the heck is going on?!” a harsh but identifiably feminine voice hissed.

“Ow, bloody heck lay off! We’ve been kidnapped and I’m the guy stuck playing John McClane. Call me Jim, I’m with the United Nations. We’re going to have to work together to get out of here, are you gonna let me up?” James growled.

“Kathleen, and as soon as you give me a real explanation. I was just walking into the lab and some guys grabbed me and threw me in this van. Next thing I know I’m in the middle of a Michael Bay film!” she demanded.

“Wait, lab? Are you affiliated with Doctor Mukul Singh?” James asked, starting to put two and two together.