Donovan could not keep track of time; he felt like it had been days or weeks, but nothing was done. He was in and out of consciousness while he watched Blair and Brandon make plans for his life, like he wasn't there. But then the most anticipated day arrived. They did not drug him, much to his disapproval. His hands were bound to his back, and his feet were tangled with chains.
"This should be easy," Brandon smirked, taking the lead. The underground warehouse was well hidden; he had gone great miles to secure it and make it blend with its surroundings, but the hack genius still found his way around it effortlessly.
"How did you know?" Donovan demanded, but Brandon smiled.
