Soon, Hadad, or rather, Ba'al, is there. He rips the weapon away from the guard and turns it on him. He shoots him twice in the stomach then tosses the weapon aside. "Deal with him." A command spoken to the other guards.

His attention turns to Mike, whom he hauls to his feet. "This one's mine." He more or less drags Mike toward his car. He takes a second to prop him up against the car to search him. Cellphone and watch are tossed aside immediately, along with anything else that could be a listening device. Mike is then shoved into the passenger seat. Ba'al takes the wheel and wastes no time getting out of there.

Ba'al mostly ignores anything Mike might manage to say or do until they're at their destination. He just picks him up and carries him. Mike might catch glimpses of where he is. It's some part of Hadad's home that requires an elevator to reach. Basement level or further down. The room they end up in has an ornate gold sarcophagus with a glowing white interior. Mike is dumped inside and the lid is closed. If he's still alive when he goes in, he'll feel strength start to surge through his body as his wounds begin to heal. An intense feeling of pleasure comes with the strength. Nothing hurts.

The sarcophagus' lid opens automatically when he's fully healed. It would've healed everything. Every scrape, bruise, everything.