Inside the warehouse, Dalton woke up and found himself tied to a wooden chair. He tried to struggle but it yielded him no results. He tried to speak but a cloth was gagging his mouth, so he could only grunt.
A calm and steady voice greeted him, "Hello, Mister Dalton Ray."
Dalton froze, he knew that his captor knew of him. The dark warehouse was slowly illuminated by dim yellow lights. It was enough for Dalton to see the outline of the figure sitting a few meters away from him. However, he could not recognize him.
He was still under the influence of the knockout drug from earlier. Leo asked, "Do you want some water?"
Dalton nodded, and Leo snapped his fingers. Jock and another guard came over from the side. The guard took out the cloth stuffed inside the captive's mouth and Jock tilted a water bottle for him to drink it.