Hurt a lot, but it paled into insignificance compared to the implicit threat of the bullet in the gun. His guts felt watery and, as he looked up into the bland face of the bigger of the two abductors, he thought he might just shit his pants. A Chicago man with the top of his head blown off and shit in his underpants was found earlier today…. He pulled himself together, the imagined news item steeling his resolve. He clenched his buttocks in an attempt to shut off the threat of imminent bowel emptying and tried to reason with his tormentor. “Please, it’s not a problem at our end. It’s a problem with the feed...” “That’s terrible news for you then,” said the big man, flicking the safety of his gun off. “No! Please...” “It’s nothing personal, you understand. Just close your eyes and it will be over in a second.” Redfern opened his mouth to beg for his life when static burst from the speakers and the monitors flickered back to life.
