Vern jerked himself awake to find himself in what looked like a basement with a large furnace of some sort. It was quite warm. Beside him, his partner was slower to stir. They were tied to chairs, leaving them immobile.
“Ah good, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake,” a voice made him look up to see a large biker with a beard watching them.
“This is illegal. You can’t hold us,” Vern said. “Assault and kidnapping. Think about it.”
“Oh, that’s rich,” Rubble chuckled. “This from the one who tried to take a woman and her son from their own home in the dead of night against their will? Everything we’ve done can be considered self-defense.”
Vern struggled in his restraints, “You call this self-defense?”
“Just a precaution,” Rubble grinned. “We just have to wait for Doolittle. He’ll get you fix
