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The metal door flew open with deliberate extra force to give a resounding crash to upset the prisoner. Major Frank Falzoni looked up, without seeing, towards the loud disturbance that had shattered his quiet concentration. He was still blindfolded, his wrist still secured behind his back by chain to iron anklets. What sounded like the same guard was hollering, in his same hoarse voice, words that were wasted on Frank’s ears. But the way the guy was pulling him up and out of his hard chair suggested that they were going places. And in a hurry – the way the guy punched his arm and shouted to hurry him on.
Frank reckoned they had arrived at wherever it was they had been heading for when the guard whipped off the blindfold to let light flood into Frank’s eyes. They were standing outside t
