This chapter isn't done yet, but nobody will see this, so who cares?

 Jonathan sunk into the cool water with a hiss that quickly melted into a sigh. He loved ice baths. It always made him feel wide awake and energetic when he was done. Not to mention warm bedsheets were so much better afterwards.

The hotel room was nice, really. Books on the shelves, running water, changes of clothes, and a nice soft bed. Something was missing, though. Jonathan was still trapped. And the windows were boarded up... meaning no natural light. He'd read somewhere once that a lack of Vitamin D could result in depression, and he was already feeling its effects though it had only been five days. As the cold seeped into his skin, Jonathan remembered the shower he took after his mission briefing. That reminded him- he was due for a status report soon. How would he get the information in...?

He hadn't been making much progress on Evan. The gang leader had been very distant recently, not talking much and barely reacting to Jonathan's comments that would usually make his ears red. Jon hit his palm against the side of the tub in frustration. This could take a while. He had to make some progress- and fast, under the next two days. Biting his thumbnail, he glared at the wall. But how...?

-----TIME SKIP ONE DAY-----

Evan sat down on the end of Jon's bed. "Eh... Sorry, Del. I've been really out of it lately..." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "I noticed. It kinda sucks when your only human contact for the past week is practically ignoring you." He chuckled, but Evan could've sworn he heard hurt there. Guilt prickled at his skin. "I had... business. There's been a terf war for a while, and one of my best men got shot. Jon gave Evan a sympathetic glance. "That sucks. Hope he's okay." "You and me both." The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, breathing in sync. Delirious flopped back on the bed, yawning quietly.

Evan tilted his head to one side. "Shoot, man, you want me to go? I don't wanna keep you awake." Del yawned again, louder this time. "Naw, it's fine..." His eyelids grew heavy, and so did his breathing- before Evan knew it, he was asleep. Am I really that boring? He chuckled to himself. He looked around for a blanket to throw over Del, and his eyes settled on the owl one. It was resting on one of the pillows, crumpled into a ball as if someone had been hugging it. Evan raised an eyebrow, looking over at the sleeping figure, and felt his ears grow hot. He really likes this blanket that much, huh...? Evan couldn't hold back a smile as he reached down and wrapped the blanket over Del's shoulders.

--TIIEM SKIEP ANOVR DAE--

Smitty glanced up from the computer screen. "He was telling the truth. His name is Jonathan Dennis, but that's literally all I could dig up about him other than his birth certificate." Vanoss frowned. Smitty was experienced in working his way through the lattice of the deep web, digging up information buried so deep that no one else could find it, not even the person who hid it. If he couldn't find more information on Delirious, then there was none.

The hacker spun around in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "I don't get why you're so obsessed with this guy anyway." Vanoss huffed, "I just want to know who he works for. I need to know who my enemies are."

"If you ask me, I think you're a little too interested," Smitty pressured. Evan strode towards the door. 

"I don't pay you to tell me what you think." And with that, he left.

---Mid niiight---

"Delirious," a voice whispered. His eyes shot open in an instant. "It's Moo..." "What're you doing in here? It's, like, one in the fuckin' morning!" Del hissed, squinting at the figure in the doorway. Moo stepped inside, gently shutting the door behind him.

"Listen, Delirious. You remember Terroriser, I'm sure?" He did. The angry Irishman who worked with Lui. "Well... I'm doing this for him. I'm ferrying information across to him." Delirious frowned. "Wait a second, Moo- why don't you give them the information about Vanoss? Why do they need me to do it?" Brock frowned in response, biting his lip. "Vanoss wouldn't trust a room service guy enough to tell him things, and... I-I'm not a traitor." Del scoffed, but didn't comment. "Tomorrow night," he said. "I'll have a file for you tomorrow night if you can get me paper and pen." "Can do."

They shook on it.