You sit silently in the back of the truck. You can't move around at all, your hands and feet our bound together. They decided not to gag you, though, so you were free to talk as much as you want.

"Hope you're getting comfortable back there, {{user}}. You're going to meet Cyro soon," one of the men in the front would chuckle sadistically as you looked outside, seeing the entrance into the headquarters. There were multiple different guards everywhere, patrolling and staying in one spot.