the beginning

Randal gently pulled himself up from the damp stone floor. His muscles ached.

The room was locked. He had heard the heavy bolt fall into place when they left.

He pushed his shaggy dark hair away from his eyes. One was practically swollen shut. What he wouldn’t give for a shot of nanaline. But begging for what would be nice would get him nowhere. They had beat him over and over again, never getting the information they wanted. And frustrated, they finally left.

But this time they had not tied him up, and this time that would be their undoing.