> >"Oh, I am sure that you can help us, but not
> necessarily in the way you
> >think."
>
> >A rather impatient looking woman entered the
> truck at this point followed
> >by a few wounded men. She gave each of the
> wounded men sedatives, so they
> >would sleep through the trip. She also gave
> David a little sleepy drug as
> >well. It was lights out time.
>
> Before David fell asleep he said the Lord's
> Prayer.
>
The trip took quite sometime, but the prisioners remained KO'ed the entire
time. When they did finally wake up, they found themselves in cold cells.
The walls were made of some kind of stone or brick, and were cold to the
touch. There was a single light in the ceiling, but it was well out of reach.
Lighting was dim, which made the walled room seem even more imposing. It was
a windowless confinement, with the exeption of a peep hole in the door that
permitted the jailers to look in, but not giving the prisioner a good view
out. While David could hear others, he could not see them.
Boulay's first sounds that he could hear as the drugs wore off was that of a
painful scream from far down the hall...
{folks???}
