The room was long, low and stuffy. Jack moved, felt the weight of chains and swore. He probed at his mouth with his tongue and tasted blood. "At least they"ve taken out the gags." He said.
"They"re going to kill us," William"s voice was clear. "That"s their plan."
"Not much of a plan is it?" Jack said. "If they were going to do that they"ve had plenty of opportunities. They could have shot us or slit our throats anywhere on the road. No; they have something else in mind."
"I heard you shouting for the baby butchers." William said after a pause. "You"ve found your true level then. I"d be obliged if you did not talk to me. Unlike you, I am a gentleman."
Jack thought of O"Neill, always loyal, Thorpe and Coleman who baited and ribbed each other until the fighting started, when they became
