FORTY
STEVE'S EYES could see moderately well in the darkness of the vault, but he was restrained and immobile. The chains held fast.
D'Andre Walker lay still on the cold steel floor.
Steve rattled the chains and jolted his body to free himself. “Uhhh!” As he flinched and thrashed, the chains seemed to tighten about him.
D'Andre stirred, on the other side of the vault. “You could do it, Steve.”
“I can't get any leverage,” he said. In the dark something bright glowed radically below him. He looked down.
“D'Andre? Can you see my watch? The numbers are glowing.”
“Yeah,” said the kid. “I see it now.”
“Come here and take it. The watch. It's not a regular watch. Hurry.”
D’Andre lifted his head up from the floor. “Aaiight.” He crawled so slowly forward.
Time was short. “Come on, buddy. I
