You stay as still and limp as possible, being careful not to open your eyes. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and my just barely open your eyes into a tight squint. The two men are pushing you down a hallway towards what looks like a storage room. You hear them behind you, bickering and arguing about the situation. -"Do you have your card? I think I left mine in the locker room" -"Fucking moron. Yea I've got it." The one pushing you steps away from the wheelchair and pulls out a sleek silver card. He opens the storage room door and you are pushed into a massive warehouse, fit with blinding overhead lights and massive hangar-style doors. They rush you towards one of the huge doors, you realize that they are taking you outside.