Jack felt his head heavy, as he woke up in a white cell, wearing clothes different from the ones he was wearing on the cemetary.
"I must have slept in the van...Be it either due to fatigue or some drug they used on me, the result is the same. I am inside a cell, with only a door being my way out. Not like I am going to stay here for long. I have to check out on the others." he thought and touched the nearby wall so it could explode.
To his surprise, the wall remained intact, nothing happening by touching it. Jack tried the same with the door and even with his clothes, but the result was the same.
"Everything inside the cell must be made from organic matter that I can not set it to explode, even my clothes. Whoever captured us, has certainly done his homework. I bet our captors must also have hidden cameras in the cell and record our every move. So, if we are helpless, but alive, they need us. But for what?" Jack thought.
He walked around for a bit, trying to find a way out, but he could not come up with anything, unless he knew the demands of their captors. He sat on the floor and waited patiently for what was about to come.