Cain nearly tumbled at the motion, but kept still at Abel's methodical counting. Even through the haze of urgency and drugs clogging up his mind, he knew what his brother was doing and how important it was to let him finish. When Abel pulled away, Cain twisted to watch him go and then followed, beginning to pull out tools of his own. He would have to leave the saws, one because it was wired and the other because he had practically ruined it by working it against the restraints, but there were so many other goodies to make quick work of whoever would stop them.

"No," he said confidently. He sounded like he was tilting to his own ears, some balance taken off his stance, but while the drugs were still running their course, he could ignore whatever exhaustion and aftereffects his body would be pulled into. "They won't. I can still cut through some scientists and their bodyguards even if I was missing an arm."