Twenty-sixWhen Tears opened his eyes it was to find the man with the g*n busily cleaning out the barrel with a long, thin wire rod, topped with some lint. Ana was sitting on a nearby table, her legs swinging backwards and forwards, staring into space. Tears looked around, made to stand up and discovered he was tightly bound to a straight-backed chair. He must have blacked out when the g*n pointed straight at him because he had no recollection of anything else happening. He grunted and the man with the g*n stopped his cleaning and grinned.
“Nice of you to join us.”
Ana jumped off the table and came over to him. “Are you all right?”
“No, I'm not! What the b****y hell is going on?” Tears shifted in his chair, but it was useless. He glared at the gunman. “And who the hell are you?”
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