There's no answer. One of the guards just slams his head against the floor of the van, and they drive for maybe thirty minutes.
Nobody takes the bag off Logan's head when they drag him out of the van, they just frog march him into an area that has the damp, rank, industrial smell of a mine.
"If you smother him on the way he'll be useless," the same voice mutters, and Goluboy rips the bag off Logan's head. He stands behind Logan so he's hard to see, but follows the guards up to a boarded-up branch of the mine that warns that this area is unsafe, forbidden, and trespassers are subject to termination.
"Hurry up," Goluboy mutters as a third guard grabs a power drill and unscrews a few boards. Logan is marched into the forbidden mine.
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Nobody takes the bag off Logan's head when they drag him out of the van, they just frog march him into an area that has the damp, rank, industrial smell of a mine.
"If you smother him on the way he'll be useless," the same voice mutters, and Goluboy rips the bag off Logan's head. He stands behind Logan so he's hard to see, but follows the guards up to a boarded-up branch of the mine that warns that this area is unsafe, forbidden, and trespassers are subject to termination.
"Hurry up," Goluboy mutters as a third guard grabs a power drill and unscrews a few boards. Logan is marched into the forbidden mine.