Chapter Eleven
Jason Chastain
The next morning, Jason woke up without having a clue where he was. He ached everywhere, and felt as though he could roll over and go back to sleep for another few hours, but at the same time he had some subconscious inkling that wasn’t going to be possible. He just didn’t know why.
He cracked open his eyes, only to take in a scene that made him think he was still fast asleep and having some kind of insane dream. He blinked, but that only served to show him exactly what he’d seen before, only it was slightly less blurry. On an assortment of mismatched tables, crates and boxes was a rudimentary version of what he’d seen in Orlov’s facility—albeit without the cages of animals, thank God.
At that point, his sleep-addled brain kicked into gear. Of course—he wa
