Minor headaches were common for Braun, but waking up in strange places, not so much. The last thing he remembered was rolling his latest victims weighted corpse off the side of his 18 foot half cabin cruiser, and now somehow he's waking on the cold concrete floor of unfamiliar territory. He didn't like unfamiliar. He didn't like being out of control. Most of all, he didn't like games, unless he was the one making the rules, rules that usually resulted in the demise of an unfortunate soul. But this... well, somebody out there was obviously playing silly buggers.
"Someone out there loves me..." He mutters, pushing himself off the floor, taking a calm look around. A room in some warehouse? The basement of a home? Eh, where he was didn't matter a great deal, after all, had someone gone through the trouble of getting him there, chances are they would have made sure he wouldn't be leaving in a hurry. The more interesting prospect was that, at least from Braun's perspective, for the first time in his life the tables had turned; he had now become a victim. There was no way to tell the extent of the plot, or who was actually responsible, possibly just some random mad mans idea of fun. Then again, it was also possible he had gotten so damn drunk after disposing of last nights body that he doesn't remember the rest of the night... but that much was doubtful, since his tolerance to alcohol was well beyond anything normal. The most probably scenario was that some bitter acquaintance of a past victim had finally caught up to him and decided it best to toy with his food. "So be it..."
Padding himself down, he notices his trusty Gerber is still nestled warmly in his back pocket, which caused some amusement for the stupidity of the person that captured him. What sort of knucklehead would capture a killer and let him keep his knife? He let out a soft chuckle, pulled the weapon from his pocket and extended the blade.
He wasn't keen on immediately trying the security of the room like some cornered and mindless rat, as attempting escape through the two 'doors' straight away was far too obvious, so he casually made his way to the nearest crate, jammed the blade beneath the lid and pried it open. Maybe his imbecile abductor was stupid enough to have left a few extra handy items for him as well.