Silence had been killing Ford as minutes melted into days, and while there were distant sounds of people, no one came near him. He was isolated in a room and had been that way since he woke up. His body shook again as his teleportation instinct kicked in, drawing another long string of swears from his thin, gravely voice. "It's not going to WORK, just STOP it!" Despite his shouting, his body did not seem to listen to him. Something was blocking his powers and it was making him insane. He was a good test subject, he had no true offensive abilities, if the suppressor wore off, he would simply teleport away and plan revenge later, not try and take off heads like some hairy clawed animals. Speaking of.
Vanisher drew in a sharp breath as the sound of gunfire--and near by gunfire--broke the mind-numbing silence of his confinement. he tensed solid, an action which caused another painful teleportation attempt, and bit hard on his lower lip. Something had to be going wrong out there, but what..? NO one was going to come after him, were they? Could Magneto really know where he was? He held his breath and strained his ears. If nothing else it was a distraction and much needed ray of hope.