Abandoned Warehouse District, Tuesday Afternoon

[hooraycivilwar]

Ben had not come back to the dorms last night. Nor had he answered any of Tony's calls or text messages. It was almost like he was in an entirely different country!

So, that would be why Tony was skulking around one of the warehouses, looking for any clues to where he could have been taken. Or, god help them, killed. He crouched down, looking at what looked to be an old anti-personnel mine. Well, that totally boded well for him.

In all his concentration to disarm it, he didn't notice that he was singing right away:

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds... oh lord yeah

...so, it was one of those days, was it?

[[Open, of course!]]