Finding Jearmin

Part 3: van

Side note: this is supposed to be in the minivan, idk if it's clear enought.

"Help!" Armin screeched. The young boy couldn't take it anymore. In the van there was a tall buff man sitting next to armin wearing baggy camouflage jeans and heavy hiking boots, along with a brown sweatshirt that went down all the way until his knees. Armin tried to get a glimpse of a small name tag on his shirt which read: Gale. Armin felt drowsy, it seemed that he had been injected with a drug. "One man... Two men... Three men... Four men..." The young boy said in a faint voice. "... Five... Men..." Armin whispered.

"What did you say beanpole? Did I hear I want another kick?" The driver said. With just the wave of a hand he signaled the masculine man. The man kicked armin. Armin was thrown almost straight across the van. As he knew, he obviously wasn't strong enough to fight back. "Were there." A tall thin man said who was sitting in the passenger seat. With a sudden hault; the truck stopped.

The brawny man sitting next to armin carried him. "Let... Go... Of... Me..." Armins breathing was heavy. His eyes were almost closed. His world was about to go dark. All he could feel was the light breeze on a gloomy day. A group of clouds formed. His breathing was even slower and heavier. Then he closed his eyes. He hadn't passed out, but he wasn't aware of his surroundings. It's like he was falling and he was holding on to a small little branch.

Another man came up behind the tall man. "Has he passed out yet?"

"As usual, they always do."

"When can we start experimenting?"

"Soon, probably. As soon as he's fully passed out."

"So he isn't?"

"It takes at least 8 hours for the drug to take effect, then another 1 hour for the drug to make em pass out."

The the little branch that he was holding on to suddenly snapped.
Finally, without a drop of effort, his eyes let go.