James’ voice alone triggered Steve into action and he snapped the door closed as directed. His senses were in overdrive and he had no sense at all about what had happened. The building itself was quiet. He didn’t hear anything happening outside of it, the thick doors and walls made sure that the abandoned warehouse across the highway from the restaurant his food at him from was silent and secure.

He was breathing hard. It wasn’t fear but uncertainty that caused him to hesitate before he took a step back towards the Russian.

Nothing outside looked right, but Steve had only ever known Brooklyn, Queens, and the wooded villages of Europe. He couldn’t discard nor reconcile why a German (or Russian) town would look so different, though his upbringing had always earned him about how Other part of the world could be.

“Where did you bring me?” He asked again. He needed to know the country at least.