The course hemp dug into my wrists as they twisted in vain to free themselves. I have to say, things weren’t looking good. Behind my back a low groan signalled Phill’s return to consciousness. I give him a jab with my elbow.
“Hey! You with awake?” I whispered.
“Mmmmph,” came the mumbled replay, “I had the worst dream.”
“ Yeah well it’s not over yet.” As I glanced around the room I realized how true those words were. The gleaming steel and stone architecture of the place looked hewn out of a volcano. I couldn’t believe it. This place LOOKED like an evil lair.
Comic book cliches aside, Phill and I must have pissed some on off awfully badly. We’d been walking down the street, minding our own business when suddenly we see this bald dude in a weird collarless suit, trip and fall on his face. It was hilarious, but next thing you know black SUVs are showing up and there’s guys with guns telling us to surrender. We of course opted to run.
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
