Chapter 3
The van eventually came to a stop. Michael felt a tightness in his chest. Adrenalin flooded his veins. There was a metallic screech and the rear doors of the van were opened.
“Get out,” said one of the Black Guards.
Michael did as he was asked. The second his feet touched the ground one of the Black Guards grabbed his arms and held them behind Michael’s back while the other Black Guard pulled a cloth sack over his head. He struggled against them, if only for show, but his efforts were futile. He felt the cold metal rings of a pair of handcuffs being put on and a click as each cuff was secured.
He was taken across the hard surface of a large outdoor area. A car park? He heard the quiet whoosh of electronically controlled sliding doors opening and then closing again. They stopp
