Desmond Miles had no sense of time.
Inside the nondescript van that he, Shaun, Rebecca and William had been traveling in, there was no source of natural light, the back windows blacked out to shield from prying eyes. It was probably night time now, since there had been bright sunlight when the back doors were last opened a while back, but the actual amount of time that passed since then could have been twelve minutes just as easily as twelve hours.
When Desmond had woken up from his comatose state earlier, his teammates had breathed a sigh of relief for his safety before going back to their duties with renewed fervor. Desmond had wanted to help, but all he could produce was a thin, weak assertion. He was still drained from his ordeal, and his limbs felt as though they were composed of lead.
Rebecca firmly insisted he stay put. “I know you don’t exac