"Boss, we've arrived."
"Good. Don't do anything to the boy yet. He's very important to Adrian. Later, you'll send me a video of him."
The call ended.
"Think he'll be awake by now?"
"The last dose was at the gas station. That was four hours ago. It's about time for the next one. Also, Boss wants us to make a video of him."
"What's the hold-up?" Two more men walked over to the ones who had brought Felix.
"We just got off the call with Boss," one of the original men replied, walking to the trunk and opening it.
They all crowded around and looked inside.
"He's still out? Four hours and he hasn't even stirred. Are you sure you didn't use more than I told you to? He can't die in our hands."
"I used the usual amount." The man defended. "He's just weak."
They hauled Felix from the trunk and carried him into the warehouse. Inside, six other men were lounging around a battered table, drinking cheap beer and playing a game of cards.
