"Hey, reminder. Who was the one drawing blood again?" It wasn't a big deal. Creepy, but it only took a drop or two. "One of you is doing the sensory deprivation deal this time," he added. Not being able to smell anything was worse than the olfactory stadium-sized rock concert they'd installed.

He didn't answer Scott's question. Landel's "prizes" ranged from toys (including the weaponry) to death, dismemberment, and torture. Whatever it was was going to suck. "We could hijack the boat instead."