Chapter 483: Wednesday. Unknown, New York City, New York.

SILAS GRIT HIS TEETH to keep from telling Paxton to hurry the fuck up. It wasn't like Paxton was slow. The knife on his belt tool was small and no doubt dulled after cutting through several sets of thick, plastic restraints.

Sitting like this it felt as though there was a ten pound weight sitting on his guts. He didn't know what the knife had cut, but Silas knew from the woozy feeling and blood making his jeans sticky it wasn't good. He had to get the others out of here before his clock ran out.

"Which way did they bring you up?" Silas asked Brett instead of chafing at how long getting free was taking.

Brett stood by the door, a discarded piece of wood held as a weapon. "We came in some doors, up a stair to our right then a long walk down here. You?"

"Different way." Silas grimaced. "Do we retrace our path, or avoid it? How many people were with you?"

Brett grimaced. They'd been hooded when they arrived. "Hard to say."

"Let's assume at least the three that came in here plus one o