The Collected (A Jonathan Quinn Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
THE SHOUT came from down the hall. “Up, up, up!”Every word was emphasized by a loud bang of something knocking against the wall.Nate opened his eyes, suddenly alert. The lights in the hallway had come on, and seeped through his door vent, creating a rectangle of illumination on his floor.“Up! Everyone. Wake now!”As Nate pushed himself to his feet, the overhead bulb came on. He blinked several times, shuffled over to the toilet, and relieved himself. As he was zipping up his pants, the door behind him opened.Janus took a step into the room, with one of the fatigues-clad soldiers following.“I said up. I not say play with self,” Janus said.A thousand comebacks played through Nate’s head, but he kept his mouth shut.“Put this on.”Janus tossed something at him. As Nate caught it, he realized it was a black bag similar to the one put over his head when he’d been captured. “Put it on,” Janus repeated.As much as Nate wanted to just throw it right back, doing so would only result in him being used as a punching bag.
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