"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?"
Jack had started laughing as he half stumbled, and was half dragged, towards to the entrance to the facility after his perfect impersonation of Clint Eastwood. As a cough overtook his laugh the guards slowed slightly, not wanting to be the reason he died of an asthma attack or something. After the coughing subsided as well the pace picked back up to unforgiving rates and Jack had to almost jog to keep up, did they teach marching quickly?
"C'mon! That's Dirty Harry! You must've seen it, a good cop who is a huge dick to everyone...I know you're both not cops, but you both seem to be huge dicks..."
The procession stopped and one of the men turned, hurling a fist into Jack's stomach, letting him double over as the wind was knocked from him. Clearly the two men weren't in the mood for some fun. Going limp he allowed himself to be dragged inside. When finally in the compound he had a pair of beefy looking cuffs placed on him, he had had something like it before but nothing this technical looking. After a brief explanation Jack found out about their ability to shock and reduce his powers. As a demonstration Jack attempted to create an illusion of one of the guards. THe best he could do was voices still and a very fuzzy cloud that could have been anyone. Sighing he was led to his cell so he knew where he was going, before being led back to the canteen. Here the two guards left him and Jack could freely look around. There was a fair few prisoners and so Jack reckoned the prison was close to capacity. Walking to the food, Jack grimaced. It was slop at the best and Jack had been fed before he arrived. Deciding against the food he turned to see if there was anybody to talk to. Two tables seemed to be filled with conversation and the teenage part of him that remained instantly wanted to head to the table occupied by two girls. Sighing he walked forward and parked himself on a free chair next to the two girls.
"Sorry ladies, do you mind if I join you? I'm a new fish in this pond and...well...you seem a friendly bunch after all. At least friendlier than some of the nut jobs here."
Jack made sure to go heavy on his British accent as he spoke. He had found that many American girls loved it, but also it just made him memorable even if they didn't like the accent.