Contagious Madness

…Lane didn't care. 

Or so he claimed.

Even when jumping into his car, and driving to Forbidden Zone No. 74 in the dead of the night on the first opportunity he had. He left Aidan's phone there - he had to, in case Damien gained access to the data from the cell towers - so now he was forced to make the trip in order to text with the man.

Which he did, even though he absolutely DID. NOT. CARE.

Back in his trunk, there was Xavier, unconscious after taking sleeping pills, handcuffed and wrapped in high-grade monster leather that could withstand Toxic Ooze, at least to some extent. Lane could have left him in his apartment, of course - his own apartment had good soundproofing, after all - but he didn't want Xavier to damage his floorboards in case he woke up earlier than intended. In his car, at least he would hear him wake up, and could feed him more sleeping pills when needed. Or simply electrocute him to knock him back again before he'd damage anything.