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Chapter 2
"I shouldn't drink so much next time." Was Danny's first thought when he woke up with a throbbing head.
Without realizing where he was, he was started drifting off to sleep again, in the hope that the headache and the nausea would be gone when he woke up.
The air was stuffy and hot, stale and heavy, as Danny was startled from sleep. With a clearer mind and only a slight throbbing of the head, he noticed that he was not at home in his bed. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, expecting to have to close them again if a bright light blinded him. But to his joy, he was able to open them, to determine that the light was not so bright. Despite the woozy feeling in his stomach, he swung his legs over the edge of the cot on which he had been lying. After taking a few deep breaths to reduce the dizziness, Danny looked around more closely. The floor was made of concrete, cast into a 15x15ft (5x5m approx) large plate. In the concrete a slightly smaller steel cage was incorporated, with a door that had a heavy lock. The rest of the floor was covered with a mixture of dried earth, sand and straw. The walls of the building, or rather of the warehouse, were made of simple corrugated iron, as well as the roof. Overall, it had a size of about 65x65ft (approx. 20x20m), in the opposite corner stood an old tractor, a couple of oil drums, and some bales of straw.
The whole thing was held up by regular set steel piers. The cell was set up so that he could not touch the wall when he stuck his arm through the bars. In his cell, the only furnishings were a simple cot and table and chair. Everything bolted to the iron and concrete. Finally, he noticed that he was wearing only a blue overall and not his normal clothes.
But what was he doing here and where was here?
Who had kidnapped and imprisoned him?
Slowly, Danny tried to get up on wobbly legs; he crossed the small cell to the door. As expected, it was locked and, without any available tools, he had no chance of opening it.
Without having achieved things he went back to the bed. He still had a slight headache, and he decided to lie down and wait again. He could not do much more anyway. He wished he had a little water, the sun shining on the shed was making it almost bin bearable hot inside, and he was thirsty.
One thing he was sure of was that he must have been out of town, because except for a few birds there were no sounds of life. Normally he liked the soothing chirping, but now it meant that no one would hear him if he called for help.
Without having had any sense of time, Danny just lay there. He could not figure out who could have kidnapped him.
Sure, he had not only made friends, he made a few enemies, too, yet none occurred to him that would put him in a self-built cage.
When would someone notice his disappearance? Grace was busy this weekend and his team had not planned to get together. Unless his Neanderthal animal of a partner would come up with something.
It was clear to him that he would be stuck there, until at least Monday when someone would notice that he was gone. Even then it would still take time until he was found.
How long could he hold out there without liquid in this heat? According to the weather forecast that weekend would be even warmer and the sun was already mercilessly beating down on the shed. He was sweating, and the air was hot and bothersome inside.
Danny desperately went to the door and began frantically shaking it, hoping it would relent. However, whoever had placed the cage had done his job perfectly. Without having even the smallest achieved, Danny lay back on the cot and waited.
-H50-H50-H50-
In the home of the large estate was Mrs. Barbara Malone, in her living room by the fireplace. She was a woman who was approaching the dreaded sixty. Her almost gray hair was tied together in a bun and fiery red horn-rimmed glasses were perched on her nose. Her gaze was fixed on the image of a young man and she looked up a moment, as she gave final instructions to her henchmen.
"Michael, I hope you have everything prepared, as I have told you?"
"Of course!"
"Is the slaughterhouse also ready?" she asked again to be absolutely sure that everything was as she wanted it.
"Naturally! Everything is as you have asked for it." Assured Michael Nolan, a medium-sized, stocky man.
"Tony, make our guest a sandwich please. A little water would probably not harm him. I do not think he complained about a lack of hospitality." Barbara now turned to the second man.
Without having said a word, he disappeared into the kitchen.
"Must he always be so taciturn?" she asked Michael, with a shake of the head.
"He is not a man of many words. But therefore you can rely one hundred percent on him." Michael Nolan convinced her.
Nolan, a tall, lean man, in his mid-thirties, was aware what he was doing and also, that it could not end well. Barbara paid well, though, so he accepted the job nonetheless.
"As long as he does what he is told, I couldn't care less." She beckoned with a hand waving in the air, gesturing for her to be left alone.
Then Michael turned around and left the room.
-H50-H50-H50-
Danny was awakened by the loud squeal of metal, simultaneously allowing a cool breeze to reach him. Although the air outside was also warm, it seemed pleasant, unlike the stuffy air in the warehouse. Startled, he sat up, to see a tall, powerfully built man walk in. With a leap, he stood on his legs.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" asked Danny in the hope of finally receiving some answers.
Skeptical, Danny watched as the man put a paper cup and a napkin through the bars on the table. Without saying a word, the man went back to the gate. With the same loud squeal, the gate was closed again and Danny was left standing alone in the middle of his cell, and he really did not know what to make of it.
