Jasper woke up. That in and of itself was strange, because he didn't sleep. He rested. Sometimes he'd even close his eyes and pretend he was sleeping. Sometimes while doing that, he'd spin his memories together into things like dreams ... but he never truly slept.
He also felt ... uncomfortably squishy. Something was missing, or he'd somehow been crippled, or ... he couldn't even begin to guess. Shaking off the remnants of the headache that he'd just noticed - another abnormal thing - Jasper sat up. He inhaled a deep breath to smell the air, and he frowned. He recognized that smell. He recognized that smell too well.
The scent of death lingered in the hallway.
Opening his door, he stepped out into the hallway slowly. His eyes swept up and down the hall. He saw where bullets had chipped the walls, he saw where doors had been battered. He scented blood and gun smoke and fear, and he licked his lips slightly. People had died. If not here, then near here.
He made his way slowly down the the corridor, past a stairwell and elevators, all the way to the end of the hall. The fear-smell was worse down there, at the higher numbered end, and he turned to make his way slowly back down the hall in the other direction. He ducked back into his room, fetching the key and giving the note a glance-over before he smirked.
Observation, huh? He wondered if they were watching him right now. He flipped up his middle finger, and turned a slow, full circle before he turned to start for the door. He wondered if they'd gotten any of his siblings, or Alice. Or the wolves. He wondered what the point was, but he supposed he'd find out. Or not.
Heading toward the stairs, he shook his head. It would be interesting to find out, and he was looking forward to perhaps meeting their captors.