After exiting the cctv room in a hurry, his hand to his earpiece as he communicated instructions to his men, Donovan had hurriedly headed to that inconspicuous room they had searched numerous times already, his hands low on his belt buckle as he fingered the gun he had snatched from Beta, his expression downright murderous. This had to be the most stressing, most frustrating 35 minutes of his life. From her absence to now, it seemed almost inconceivable how it was just that little time, for every second had felt like years to him, burdened by guilt and worry for the woman, who he definitely knew was being treated through something like this for his relationship with her. She had to be alright he thought, for he would never forgive himself if something really terrible happened to her. Lo