"Pretty sure all the straps have been cut off the beds. And if they're not, I'll fix it." Stone flexes his fingers like claws and grins, all sharp teeth. Then he heaves the unconscious assistant up over his shoulder with a grunt and staggers off with him. Shit, he hates being without his proper strength.

He's back a few minutes later, dusting off his hands. "So not that this isn't fun, and all," he begins. "But what exactly are we trying to do here? We're not going to manage to actually take over anything, here."