Ferrin watched the limo pull out of the truck yard, grateful to see at least one thing go as planned today. He turned on his heel, glancing at the empty lots as he walked by. They had successfully cleared one floor. Just one floor. But it worked. Sort of.
The Den was chaos. It was unimaginably simple to transfer Tobias, and to switch Gables' identity. No one knew what was happening. This was one thing The Scorpion Den was absolutely, without a doubt, horrid at: communication. Everyone was so strong willed, more assumed power than was accurate. Ferrin could very easily get his way. People recognized his name, which meant- he had power.
Tobias wasn't certain how much time had passed, but by the time he had awoken, they were in the heart of the city, seemingly blinding neon lights on all sides. He turned his face away, blinking tears from his eyes, the light so incredibly bright he could hardly comprehend his own thoughts. A hand gripped his shoulder. He assumed it was Gables. Gosh, he hoped it was Gables.
"Almost there." Someone whispered.
He let his eyes close, too out of it to do much else.
(I'll get them set on escaping. Give me some tiiiime.)
