When the blue mucky thing opened and spilled him out on the floor in less then he had originally been wearing, it was needless to say he was confused, disoriented and coughing for proper air! One hand and knees he brought a hand up to his chest to tap it, trying to catch a breath.

There are other people around, he can hear them, somewhere. That puts him on guard, his shoulders tight for a moment and hand moving from his chest to his hip, looking for his bag, his gun, anything that was his. He found nothing but under covers. Lifting his head he shook it a bit, realizing that the people who were around didn't look, or dress, like Red Army.

That was a mild relief.

But where was he? At the moment he couldn't remember his last location. Maybe he had been captured? Kidnapped? Didn't they just want to kill him though?

He made to grab the anti-grave couch, pulling himself up to his feet and giving one more hard cough to clear his airways. This was some weird nightmare, wasn't it? Perhaps... he should Ghost out of here. If it wasn't for the fact that someone MIGHT have seen him already, he would have gone invisible and taken off already. Seeing as how there were people around though he decided against it. Better to keep that secret hidden and safe for now.