Chase grinned slightly. "When you set up rats in a cage, you make sure there's always observation," he said with a shrug. "Visual and audio," he continued. "You have to assume they hear every conversation, watch every move. They wouldn't put us here to observe us and not cover all their bases.
"Think about it."
Broad shoulders rose and fell in a shrug at his question. "The ones that were buried were killed on site. Casualties of the reavers. You have to assume the ones that are gone are dead in a lab, because they sure as hell aren't sending us home. We know too much." He smirked at that thought before he glanced away. Maybe they'd lobotomize them or wipe their memories or something before sending them back, but Chase didn't honestly think anyone was actually getting home.
"Maybe they're just being held for a really long time and ... they'll be back someday." Maybe changed. Maybe not.