24

24

I slowly come to my senses, dazed and confused. Gradually, I remember the seizure; my radar intolerance frequently results in temporary memory loss.

I take a look at my surroundings and see I’m in some sort of abandoned warehouse—obviously not the same one from Vegas where Jason and I had confronted Chuck, Gale, and Jared, but as far as abandoned warehouses go, there’s not that much variety. You end up kidnapped in one abandoned warehouse, you’ve ended up kidnapped in them all.

I’m in an old, splintery wooden chair but I don’t appear to be restrained at all—very trusting of my elusive captor. They do not appear, however, to have been so trusting as to leave me with Borden for it is conspicuously missing from the sheath under my waistband. This fucker is going to pay . . . no one takes Borden from me.

I survey the rest of the room and see two other chairs across the warehouse, both occupied by captives who are unconscious—but breathing—and bound fir