Wide eyed, Owen watched in both terror and curiosity as the small crack in the safehouse floor quickly grew, swallowing him in the process. It was sudden, yet painless, and for a moment, he thought he might be hallucinating. The blackness sucked him down to his knees like gravity magnified, and he struggled to keep hold on the dufflebag that he had collected from the other Guardian's possessions. Then, almost as quickly as it had set upon him, it was gone. The weirdest thing about it was the fact that it wasn't the weirdest thing at all.
Owen slowly stood to his feet, expertly trained senses taking in the sudden change in scenery. Less than a minute ago he had stood in a small London flat, the last known location of a man that he had been hunting. This was not London though, unless someone had decided to bomb the place in the last sixty seconds with the quietest bombs ever. It wasn't even morning, as it had been only minutes ago, but evening. He couldn't begin to explain what could have happened to cause the sudden shift in time and location. Perhaps he had been knocked unconscious and the blackness was his subconscious manifesting those last moments. If he had been though, why was he still alive and unrestrained?
First things first, re-establish contact, he thought to himself as he touched the small transmitter/receiver that he had in his ear. "Shadowwalker, something's happened. Do you copy?" There was no reply save for the static of a dead connection. Pulling the device out of his ear, he put it into his pocket and pulled out his phone, activating its GPS... which quickly ended in an error message. He shut the device off and then turned it back on, trying again to the same result.
Returning his phone and pulling his gun, Owen slowly walked down the debris-littered streets, careful to avoid kicking anything and making noise. The heavy bag slung over his shoulder rubbed against his shirt as he moved, his eyes scanning the broken and dilapidated buildings around him. None of the geography of the area was registering to him. The architecture was even off, for British standards. It all looked abandoned, though in the distance he thought he could make out a walled area. Perhaps he might find information there.