Sam gave only token resistance to being dragged into the cage, more annoyed by the manhandling of the two guards than looking for an escape. He couldn't help but think that for all Yorick's loud mouth, that man wasn't his brother and Sam wished he was. Maybe then they'd have more than half a chance.
He turned round and kept close to the gate, eyes going wide when the figure on the ground was revealed to be Natalya. Russians. They were on some kind of mission. This was Natalya's home, her reality. The island had pulled some kind of trick then, brought them back in time (judging by the number of men) and left them. That explained part of it but Natalya had to explain the rest, like where they were and what happened in this time.
Hands tightening around the bars in pent up frustration -- He was memorizing the Australian's face, build, voice for when he beat the shit out of him later. -- Sam shot Yorick a glare. "That doesn't help, Yorick." For a growl it had a lot of force.
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He turned round and kept close to the gate, eyes going wide when the figure on the ground was revealed to be Natalya. Russians. They were on some kind of mission. This was Natalya's home, her reality. The island had pulled some kind of trick then, brought them back in time (judging by the number of men) and left them. That explained part of it but Natalya had to explain the rest, like where they were and what happened in this time.
Hands tightening around the bars in pent up frustration -- He was memorizing the Australian's face, build, voice for when he beat the shit out of him later. -- Sam shot Yorick a glare. "That doesn't help, Yorick." For a growl it had a lot of force.