Lucian was tired, so tired, he was slowly regaining consciousness. His head hurt, his bladder was full. Straining, he could hear voices, he couldn't open his eyes so he tried to focus on what they were saying.
Focus, open your eyes he willed himself. Snatches of conversation were floating in the air.
"He might still be of some use."
"Plant the chip then Mallum....."
"Will he remember anything............?"
".............Blood that holds the key?"
Lucian felt confused. Where was he? Trying to force himself to open his eyes, heaviness prevented him from doing so.
"It is nearly time...."
"Natural disaster....."
Lucian's mouth was so dry, it felt like every bit of moisture had been sucked out. He made one last effort to open his eyes and move, was that shackles on his wrists? He gro
