Voices, lights, electronic droning and buzzing, the idle beep of a medical machine, these sounds seemed out of place for the afterlife. The world wasn't white and filled with clouds, though he wasn't surprised, Heaven wasn't going to let him in, but there was no fire or heat either. It was dark. He felt nothing, his lifeless, broken body floating in an endless blackness with no end. I'm dead, right? He couldn't move as he tried to inspect the world around him, though he couldn't open his eyes either. Flashes of memories shook him slightly. They didn't seem to be his but he also couldn't deny they felt like his memories. He saw men move around him, peering down at him from where they stood above him. He was bloody heap on the road. The crash! He tried to groan but couldn't. They had blown him up with a missile but it seemed he had survived. Who were the men around him? He remembered numbly the pain of being hoisted from the ground and placed in a van but had no memory of the destination. His mind was blank for several moments before more memories faded in and out. He had opened his eyes. They were operating on him, saving his life. The pain, he remembered the unbearable pain of what they were doing to him. God, did I really scream like that? His thoughts were curses as he failed to recognize these men. The hitman jolted awake with a start, a hoarse cry escaping his lips before he clamped them shut and scanned the room with blurry vision. "Ah," a smooth voice captured his attention and made his neck snap his vision to the area directly in front of him. It took him a second to realize it, but he was restrained. Only his head was free. An old, balding man wearing a crisp, white lab coat stood directly in front of Daven, just in front of a sliding door that was closing. He had just entered the lab. The man adjusted the thin glasses perched upon his hawkish nose with a grin before speaking with a thick accent, "My friend, it is a very good pleasure to see you awake. You had us worried for many an hour during our work. We thought for sure you would die. I am glad to see a man with such strong will. I knew we had chosen well." "W-who..?" Daven's voice was gone, it hurt to speak, but the man didn't hesitate. "Yohan," the man replied happily, "Dr. Yohan Creviz, head of the research and development department, specializing in the medical aspect of our work. You must be wondering where you are, yes?" Daven's nod earned him a cheerful grin from the doctor, "Though you are pretty much a ghost in this world, something I must say is quite impressive, you were not unknown to the Government. We could not track you effectively, but we could make accurate guesses. The men that attacked you, Caesar's ilk, were even easier to follow. We knew a man like Caesar would not give up on you so easily so we watched what he did and waited, quite patiently I might add. It has paid off splendidly," the man made a grand gesture with his arms, flourishing his white coat in all directions before returning the limbs to their resting place behind his back, "Daven, welcome to the foremost respected lab in the world. You are our number one test subject."