Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
The F.B.I Agent looked at Drew's phone, but didn't respond to the message. He put the phone down and they continued to drive. Drew expected to be going to a F.B.I. Base or something, but nah, they brought him to a Warehouse and they threw him in a small room, tied him up, and put a bag with a hole in it over his head. Then they left. "Why the fuck..." He asked to himself.
(I bet Vicky gonna punch Autumn)
(I bet Vicky gonna punch Autumn)