Deep breathes. I have to catch my breath. Where are they? I know I heard voices right behind me? Did they not see me crawl up to the second floor? Maybe that's it. Breathe, Henry, breathe.

LH Harrison whispers this to himself as he takes several deep breathes as he's waiting behind a conveyor belt line trying to listen for the three abductors' footsteps. LH Harrison finally got away from the kidnappers, but he heard them yelling as he entered the warehouse that apparently he was held captive under. LH Harrison had a burst of rejuvenation thanks to a word of encouragement from someone through a dead body. Now he's feeling the ramifications of it as his body is aching in pain, especially his head.

I've got to find something I can use against them. Sure I may have blind sighted them earlier with breaking the straps, but now they're expecting me. Let's see... I still have the glass in my pocket, but I need something with a little more range.

LH Harrison looks around him and one of the small metal rods holding the conveyor belt up has fallen apart. LH Harrison walks over and picks it up. He swings it around to test its weight. It seems almost perfect for the usage he has. Suddenly a beam of light hits the back wall. LH Harrison eyes the beam, but then crawls under the conveyor belt. He does it without making even the slightest bit of sound. The footsteps get closer and closer... they're heavy as if to indicate the being was probably Berthold. The behemoth stomps through the room and seems to analyze every thing critically. He glances down the aisles between the conveyors, but doesn't walk down them. He grunts noisily as he stomps back towards the stairwell. LH Harrison sighs and begins to move out from under it. When he does, he hits a piece of metal with the pipe he's holding.

CLANG

The footsteps stop. Berthold turns around and walks down the aisle and is coming closer and closer to LH. LH holds his breath. Berthold looks around, but still doesn't notice anything. LH Harrison crawls out as Berthold walks away except this time, soundlessly. LH Harrison stalks behind the back of Berthold with the pipe and smacks it over the head of Berthold. Berthold stops and turns around grabbing the pipe in one fluid motion. He hits a headbutt to LH Harrison knocking him back several feet and holding his head. The mastodon stalks over to Harrison and lifts him up by his throat and laughs sounding impeccably close to what Andre the Giant laughs like. With his free hand, Berthold slaps fiercely at the chest of LH. LH winces at each shot, but there's something.... building inside of LH Harrison. LH Harrison's face is turning beat-red and his eyes are beginning to show a bit of fury in their hazel glow. LH Harrison wrenches a fist back and plows it into the smile of the giant. He drops LH and looks at him as if he's a huge nuisance. LH Harrison backs away and all of the pain that he has endured... seems to completely drained from his movement. His head injury not even weighing on LH's mind. The giant smiles and claps like an idiotic seal before running forth with a huge boot. LH Harrison dodges to the side just in time to hit a huge punch to the ribs of Berty. Berthold backs away momentarily holding his ribs. He looks at LH with venom in his eyes as the fight has just intensified. He then reaches out and grabs LH by the neck with a clutch that is seemingly taking the breathe out of LH. LH falls down for a second and picks up the dropped pipe behind him. The behemoth lifts him up again and LH cracks him over the skull with the pipe over and over and over again. Berthold staggers backwards before catching his balance, but not before LH strikes him again over the head with the pipe. Berthold falls to his knees before LH who smiles wickedly. Berthold looks up at LH with mercy in his eyes and begins pleading with those same eyes.

This guy is looking at me for mercy? ME?! HE's the one that smashed me over the head twice and tried to brutalize me with a hammer. He's the one that attacked me in this... whatever this place is. I... I could be at home holding my two daughters and holding my wife. But thanks to these three I'm here. Away from my family with no idea where I am or even what day of the week it is. No. There will be no mercy for a monster like Berthold. No mercy for Franz and Ambrose. And, on Monday, assuming I make it, there will be no mercy for Cain.

LH Harrison drops the bar and Berthold smiles in gratitude. Harrison smirks before laying in hard forearms to the head of Berty inflicting massive amounts of pain. Berthold falls to the floor and Harrison stomps away on the neck and head of Berty not relenting until Berthold is obviously out cold in a pool of blood. LH Harrison stops himself and picks up the bar. He begins walking towards the stairwell still not feeling an ounce of damage he had sustained.

He gets to the bottom of the stairwell and spots Franz standing there staring straight at LH Harrison. He sees the blood covering the arm of LH Harrison and shakes his head. He flips off LH Harrison and indicates that Harrison should come down. Harrison slowly steps down the stairs as Franz gets into a unique stance where he's squatting like a frog with his hands out in front of him. They stare off for a second before LH Harrison throws the bar that nails Franz in the forehead. LH Harrison runs up and nails a punch to the disorientated Franz knocking him to the floor.

I can't afford to show any weakness. Against a foe like these three and against Cain, I must show fury and no signs of stoppage. I have to keep the pressure on them forcing them to make a mistake.

Franz kips up to his feet and his face is a combination of shock and fury. He runs forward with an arm outstretched attempting a clothesline, but Harrison ducks to the side and grabs the arm,whipping Fraze face first into a pillar in the room. Franz staggers backwards and just can't seem to get his footing. LH rears back and smashes the face of Franz with a forearm. Franz falls to the floor and isn't moving. LH Harrison takes a breathe and takes off his drenched shirt. The temperature inside the building is extremely hot due to the apparent lack of air conditioning being paid. LH Harrison stretches his shoulders out. He turns around and begins walking towards the center of the room where Ambrose Arkham is standing looking at him with fear in his eyes. Rightfully so as the eyes of LH Harrison reveal three things...