Twenty-Three
Hanson groaned as he rolled onto his side. Mouth dry, muscles aching, he struggled to remember what had happened prior to hearing Hannah call his name. He drew a blank; the only thing he could be sure of was the moment he’d opened his eyes and found himself stuck in a rusted cage, shackles attached to his wrists and ankles.
‘Hang on, Hanson. We’ll get you out as soon as we can.’ Hannah’s voice seemed to come from a long distance away, the meaning of her words barely sinking in.
He sagged back onto the floor, eyes closed, drifting off. He thought he responded but couldn’t be sure. It was too hard to think, to stay awake. Whatever he’d been hit with was ten times stronger than the drugs the medics had given him after he’d been shot.
A rattle nearby made him jolt. He forced h
