What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 63

My thoughts trailed to John. I was scared to death about him, and I hoped that he was safe, wherever he was. If what Shadow told me was true, then the Seekers were in grave danger.

The sound of multiple footsteps pulled me from my thoughts as the door opened, and invited in the aggravating bright lights.

My eyes winced in response as two figures came into my cell and cut my leg bounds.

They lifted me up, and wordlessly pushed me forward.

I nearly fell face down onto the dusty ground, however the agents were fast, and pulled me by the back of my shirt.

With my balance regained, the two figures guided me out into the narrow hallway and we walked.

Several thoughts were running rampage in my mind which nearly gave me a headache.

I closed my eyes to ease the tension, however, I opened them right away as a particular thought made itself known.

Shadow never mentioned what had happened to Olsen. Was he dead too, or did he somehow escape?

Deep down, I had hoped that the latter was true, though I tried not to have much hope. Surely, there must have been a reason for Shadow to not have mentioned Olsen unless…

I almost laughed in relief as it clicked what the most likely outcome was.

Olsen must have avoided detection when the Phantoms boarded the plane. There was no other explanation.

Shadow was a heartless son of a bitch, and he always slapped the information right at my face.

My teeth were exposed as I grinned widely. Way to go, Olsen! I thought triumphantly.

I knew that I chose to be a Scout for a reason.

Aside from scouting areas, we were also trained in avoiding detection.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized that I was holding. I really hoped that my conclusion was correct. The only question that remained was where was he? Most likely, he'd try to contact any survivors and warn them about the Phantoms' attack.

With the new-found hope, I stood up straighter, and walked with much more confidence.

Wherever I was headed, I would walk in with my head held high.

After what seemed like an eternally, my "escorts" and I arrived at a med bay.

A look of confusion passed over my face as I wondered what we were doing there.

A tugging sensation pulled me back to my senses as one of the guards cut through the tough cord and at last freed my hands.

I rubbed them vigorously as I attempted to bring back the blood flow to the area, as well as sooth the sore muscles.

Once again, the guards pushed me towards the center of the room, and immediately I was surrounded by various medical staff members as they pushed me onto a simple bed.

Instinctively, I tried to fight them off, however, there were too many of them, and I was pressed against the mattress.

One doctor took out a rather long needle, and filled it a quarter full with a clear fluid.

My eyes widened, and I resumed my struggle to escape.

My effort was futile as I was held down by the other staff members while the one with the needle stuck the needle in my left arm and injected the fluid.

Immediately, I felt the effects of the drug course through my veins, and my whole body went slack. My vision became blurry, and whatever speech I wanted to let out was slurred and barely comprehensible. I felt very drowsy, as if I was light years away from my body.

The doctors realized that I would not have been able to fight, so they brought out a tray of various tools, and placed my right arm on a support.

I leaned my head to the right to try to see what they were going to do, yet the doctors had set up one of those blue sleets over my head to block my view.

I cursed weakly.

The doctors ignored my comment, and focused on their task.

I couldn't tell what they were doing, however, I later realized that they were fixing my injury.

I wasn't sure how long it took. Despite my drowsiness, I still forced myself to look around wherever I could to evaluate a, (hopefully successful), escape plan.

A sharp stinging sensation snapped me out of my dilemma, and caused me to turn towards the source.

The person whom I assumed was the chief doctor stuck another needle into my flesh from the feeling of it. I suppose it was to numb the area and do whatever they had to do.

I paid the medical staff no further attention, and instead focused on the two guards.

They were the same ones from before, still big and buff as usual, yet they had guns on them.

It was going be tough to escape from them, especially since I was out of it.

Even with the reality pressed against me, I still refused to give into the hopelessness.

A bonus for me was that Shadow wasn't there, so that would have only left me with the two guards.

The issue was that the medical team was still there, and they outnumbered me. They also had various surgical tools that could be used as weapons, and I wasn't willing to go up against them.

If I wanted to go up against just the two guards, then I'd have to take them out on the way back to my cell, preferably before they tied me up again.

That was easier said than done.

My mind may have been rolling the dice, but my body was useless at that point. The damn drug had handicapped me so much that I'd be as slow as a snail.

I cursed inwardly once more. Just how was I going to do this?

An abrupt murmuring sound interrupted my chaotic screams within, and brought me back to reality.

I realized that the