[Drake is, in one succinct word, annoyed. Annoyed at being picked up out of nowhere and being dropped into some place like he was some kind of rag doll. Annoyed that he was taken from Elena. Annoyed that in a blink of an eye everything changed that fast. Again.
He's got the netbook, he's got the key, and he's got his trusty gun, the one he's used since who knows when. Yeah, sure, he'll believe the evolution of the weapon when he sees it.
Not that he's not expecting it to not happen at this rate, really.
Drake's on his way to his assigned room, stopping every so often to gawk at the scenery and just barely skirting around people.]
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He's got the netbook, he's got the key, and he's got his trusty gun, the one he's used since who knows when. Yeah, sure, he'll believe the evolution of the weapon when he sees it.
Not that he's not expecting it to not happen at this rate, really.
Drake's on his way to his assigned room, stopping every so often to gawk at the scenery and just barely skirting around people.]