Fuck. It literally broke his heart to his hear voice like that, to see him this state, the anger and the hurt, he could barely comprehend it. There were too many emotions. Hart was alive? Dear God, he was alive all this time? Paco didn't respond because his mind was just on auto pilot, he didn't think about a thing he did, he just acted. He hurried over to the cage and with one swift brutal blast, several of the bars just few right out of places, giving Paco easy entrance inside.

He dropped down in front of Hart and reached for the collar, vibrating it gently like he'd done with the door. Of course it was like Zoom to have a lock and key, so retro, so easy. "Hart?" Paco looked at him and - damn, he had his glasses on - he swiftly pushed them off his face so he could look at him, truly look at him. He was a mess but he was alive and he was definitely Hart. "It's me, I'm here. I'm going to get you out but we have to move very fast."

The collar disconnected in his hand and he pulled it away, wincing at the marks it had left. "I'm going to fucking kill him."