65
Breathe
As the door scraped across the gritty cement floor, Jana scanned the darkness with her weapon forward. The stench was overwhelming. When she saw just a single silhouette, a man lying on the floor, she lunged in and pointed the g*n behind the door to ensure there was no guard. She turned back and could see that it was Kyle. He was lying on a filthy mat, one arm chained to the wall. She knelt down and shook his shoulder. “Kyle, Kyle. Wake up.” She shook harder and finally he began to stir.
“Hey, man. Leave me alone,” he said in a groggy haze.
“Kyle! Get up, we’ve got to go.”
Jana fumbled through the keys until she found the one that fit the padlock on Kyle’s wrist. She shook him again and pried apart one of his eyelids to examine the pupil. It was dilated. She checked his arm
