His mission was simple:  take the man down.  Fairly simple, if the thrasher refused to become docile, Avis would use his own ability to make him sleep.  If he particularly liked the person, he would just shut down his senses, but in the case of rambunctious and arrogant ones, Avis was more than willing to make them writhe on the ground.  However, the one he and Sergeant Thorne had captured six hours back was the scared and nervous one.  Like a coup de grace, Avis removed the man's five senses until he couldn't even feel his own breathing.  Thorne's words proved absolute, and Avis' role was to follow.  That was much understood between their two-man cell, and one would even believe that the two hunters were not even friends to begin with.

But, amidst all of these thoughts, Avis couldn't help but sigh at the ceiling of his rather quaint prison.  A single-sized bed laid at the right side of the rectangular cell.  Opposite the bed stood a desk with a lamp and some few notebooks and pens that strewed about.  At the end of the room was a separate, albeit smaller space for the toilet and the shower.  A medium-sized wardrobe stood guard beside the bathroom door.  While the entire set-up was unlike that of a prison, the steel metallic door that blocked Avis' room made the lad think otherwise.  In fact, whenever his retainers would come to deliver his food, the young lad was required to shut his eyes until they all left the room.  It wasn't weird or anything, but their hostile treatment of a rather cooperative agent was disturbing and, frankly, annoying.  But, compared to Thorne's, Avis' room was indeed something that would drive a normal person mad.  After all, there was no T.V or anything.  So, in order to pass the time, Avis often just got to writing stories and poems.  But, if one were to ask if the lad regretted willingly joining the Hunters, then, he would give out a weak nod.

At the moment, Avis rested on his back as he continued to look up at the ceiling as he laid on his bed.  His heterochromic eyes danced upon the ceiling, imagining his life when he wasn't arrested and imprisoned in this place.  But, if there was something that his brother used to say, it was the mere fact that everyone got to where they were now because they were meant to be there.  If the fates dictated that Avis' place was meant to be in a maddeningly boring cell, then, so be it.  He was just there to follow, nothing more.  Of course, the years of having no means for release did mean that he had soiled his blankets more than often, but it was the only thing he could think of to prevent himself from imagining friends prancing around his room.  Besides, one of the retainers promised him a T.V set if he continued to follow orders diligently, and by the gods, he was going to get that monochrome T.V.

However, as he was about to fall into a well-deserved sleep, the small metal sliding window on top of his door opened as a voice called out from the outside.  "Kerch, get up.  Command wants you to go to the Vehicle Depot for some briefings and tasks."  One of the retainers said in a gruff and grumpy tone.  "Now, shut your eyes.  We're coming in."

It didn't take more than a few minutes before the group of retainers had attached an eldritch, rather uncomfortable steel cover on his eyes.  The opaque steel rectangular eye-wear was bound by an arching lock which latched itself at the back of Avis' head.  Whether the preparations were an overkill or not, Avis decided not to comment.  Every time he was brought out of his cell and into the base grounds, he was always required to wear this crap.  And, he always had escorts with him since he couldn't see from the steel eye-wear.  At least, Thorne trusted him enough to not turn coats when he was without these needless apparels.  So, as the triad of retainers hauled him off to the vehicle dept, Avis stumbled a few times as he couldn't really see where he was going.  But, at least, he reached the vehicle depot unscathed, albeit blind.

"You can take that off.  Thorne's there to keep him in check."  One of the retainers instructed, causing the other two to insert a key inside the steel ring, loosening the lock which caused the steel eye-wear to fall to the ground with a noisy clatter.  The triad immediately gathered the locks before bolting off back to their stations.  It would seem that they were in a worry to get out of Avis' sights.

"I must say, it's really hard for everyone to trust me, isn't it?"  Avis remarked coolly, blinking the dark spots away from his vision.  His eyes settled on Thorne who sat inside the open APC before he performed a shoulder-bow.  "Sarge,"  Avis acknowledged his commanding officer before turning to one of their known handlers.  "Doc Carson."  He smiled before turning again to his officer.  "It's just been six hours since our last deployment to that psychic rogue.  What ever happened to taking a break, huh?"  The boy laughed as he wiped some tears out of his eyes.  "What seems to be the situation, doc?  It's been a while since we've been stretched like this.  I'm guessing this ain't some normal, everyday case.  Because, if it was, you wouldn't be sending me and Sergeant Thorne out again."