This one's short and sweet. It's also the end of this story.
Ranger's POV
After Fiona and I exhausted our ideas for escape, we both decided that some sleep might be a good idea. I just woke up and based on the position of the sun, it looked like it was somewhere around noon. I figure I slept so late because Fiona and I spent most of the night trying to figure out where we were and why we were there.
We discussed the fact that the General said we were under arrest, but we were never booked or formally charged. We are not in a military holding facility, this looks more like an abandoned or seldom used warehouse.
Around 4AM, we gave up and tried to get some sleep. I can see that Fiona is still sleeping and there is nowhere for me to go, so I decide to roll over and try to go back to sleep or at least stay quiet so I don't wake Fiona. I need her to be fully functioning if we get a chance to escape at some point in the future.
I looked around the warehouse and the only thing other than the 2 cots, Fiona and me is the van that was used to transport us to this location. For some reason, they left it here and that indicates to me that there may be some evidence in or about that van. Perhaps it's registered to the General or one of his men. If only I could figure out how to get out of my bindings. They're beginning to really hurt.
I slowly sat up and put my feet on the floor to take the pressure off the shackles around my feet. I stood and stretched and made sure my muscled didn't cramp up from my stationary position over the past day. I lean down to sit on the edge of my bed and I heard a noise.
The noise alerted Fiona and she popped her head up and looked around the warehouse. She then turned to me and says, "I swear I hear music coming from somewhere."
I looked towards the sound. It was coming from the van and I started laughing hysterically. "They couldn't be that stupid? Could they?"
The next installment of the RangeWoman series will follow shortly.