CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

Roger Smith was asleep. Sleeping heavily, he dreamed of nothing but unremembered past. Though those dreams haunted him, he could not avoid them. The sudden start of a piano awoke him. He sat up on his bed his hair unorganized and messy. He rubbed his weary
eyes.
"Oh. Morning. When Dorothy plays." Roger got up and put on his robe and headed for the dining room. Norman was there.
Good morning Master Roger. Breakfast is ready." Roger sat down and looked at his breakfast. CORN FLAKES!!!!
"Cornflakes!! Norman what is with this! I need scrambled eggs."
"I am sorry Master Roger but we have run out. I did not have time yesterday to buy more." Just then Dorothy entered.
"Good morning Roger Smith. Did you like my piano playing for once in your life?"
"I cannot listen to music. Norman, I do not need breakfast." Roger got dressed and headed out.

CHAPTER TWO

Roger Smith drove along the city bridge. He thought of his haunting dream. In that dream, a shillouet followed him everywhere. Roger was terrified when he witnessed this. He did not know the reason. But bonechilling fear swept along him when he dreamed this.
Roger's phone rang.
"Hello" no answer. "Hello." Again no answer. "Hello is anyone there?" the phone went dead.
"Strange." He thought.

Near the city bridge someone spied Roger as he drove. He wore heavy clothing because of the icy cold. He had in his hand a sniper rifle. Leaning forward, the sniper aimed. He had Roger in his scope.
"His neck" He fired.
Roger felt a piercing pain in his neck. He started to feel extremely strange and weary. He stopped the car and got out. He fainted.

CHAPTER THREE

Roger woke. His perception was fuzzy and his hands tied with a rope. Roger Smith is no dope. He easily freed himself of the primitive rope hand cuffs. He looked around. He was in a bare room with one door. It was bolted.
"Not much cheer in this room." He said rubbing his wrists."Why was I brought here?" He remembered the pain in his neck."Tranquilizers."He said. He examined the boor. A primitive lock sealed the door. He reached into his pocket for his lockpick. Strange. He had it with him. Usually kidnappers confiscated tools or anything useful for escape. He quickly unlocked the door. He opened it. A single stairway led up. He could here the humming of some kind of machine or generators. He walked up.
At the top was a large room. Four ducts. One on each side. And one telephone mounted on the
"Strange room." Roger thought. In the center was a table. On the table were weapons. A Glock 17 handgun. An AK-47 rifle. A silencer for the Glock. And a gas mask. An extremely strange room. Roger walked towards the table. The phone rang just as Roger touched the Handgun...

TO BE CONTINUED...