Memory Den: A Narrative Fiction

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Agent Marks was unconscious and handcuffed to a bed in the basement of the Memory Den.
It would make for a good story if there had been a shouting match, some quick thinking, and a syringe of a sedative. But realy Allen took two steps after leaving the memory lounger, and promptly fell face first onto the ground.
Fortunately Nick, Piper, and Dr Amari were still quick thinkers, and figured that keeping Allen in a bed would be best for his health. They also figured that he’d be pissed when he woke up, thus, the handcuffs.
“So, what do we do when he wakes up?” Piper asked.
“Pray he isn’t strong enough to break handcuffs” Nick answered.
“Do you think he can actually do that?” Dr. Amari wondered.
“I wouldn't put it past him,” Piper responded.
The trio stood
Amari said firmly “You need to recover.”
“I’ve been over this with Piper, I can handle it.”
“I don’t think a broken arm several gunshots wounds and laser burns is something you can ‘handle’.” Nick scolded.
“Nick let me,” Dr. Amari ordered.
“I’m close, I can feel it.” Allen begged, “I just need to find Virgil.”
“And then what, assuming he both has a way into the institute, and that it doesn’t require the resources of an army. How do you plan on rescuing your son, with a 10MM and a stimpak?”
Despite how far Allen has come since he “woke up” he’s a little light on the pockets. Only surviving on what he’s scavenged. He has barely two caps to rub together, hasn’t had a proper meal in a week (or two hundred years depending on your perspective), and only had enough ammo to last until the next time he killed someone with some he could use.
“I’ll improvise!” Allen shouted starting to pull at his handcuffs.
“Going toe to toe with the Institute isn’t something you improvise, Blue” Piper shouted.
“Piper, let me” Dr. Amari ordered. “I just need my son back,” Allen cried out, “I’m close, I can feel it.”
“Allen, if you get yourself killed than your son will never know you.” Dr. Amari