Today's OneWord: Compound

They took us to the hidden compound, and they left us in window-less rooms with our hands cuffed behind our backs. We weren't sure if the Trinity had also been captured, but in the end, we were in the hands of the United Nation of Supremacy's military. And that was fifteen kinds of bad.

Struggling to prop myself against a wall, I ignored the pain in both my tied wrists and sore back. Beside me, my partner was half-asleep. Feverish.