4. A Good ThingAs Sabienn aroused from his forced slumber, he found himself travelling in the back of a large delivery vehicle filled with dark and shadowy figures. As he moved, he noted his hands were bound behind his wings with plastic ties. Bray had already woken up and was staring out at the rear window. His wrists were similarly encumbered and one look at Bray’s face indicated they were well and truly secured. No escape with Bray’s double-jointed wrists.
It was late night and Bray’s face was lit by the streetlights moving past. He was calm and quiet and stared back at Sabienn. Without speaking, Sabienn knew exactly what Bray was thinking.
Deep! The gun shot. We both heard it. No matter how many ways you think, they all end up bad. A quick look through the shadowy figures they were t
