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Colton was immediately taken to a different quarantine chamber. Still handcuffed, he was thrown inside and informed that they would return for him. Preparations needed to be made for Ashton’s speech first. Until that time, Ashton informed him, with deliberate sarcasm, he was to make himself comfortable and enjoy the upgrade to a more spacious accommodation than his previous one.
His hands bound behind him, Colton sat on the cot and slumped his head forward. If his hands weren’t bound, he might have pounded his fists against the prison door in some violent display of protest, but in his current condition, he saw no use in doing anything. He had evaded death only to be thrown back into its path.
“Gus?”
Still no answer.
But why? Why won’t he respond? Colton wondered. Maybe he’s gi
