Dewey's men placed a black cloth sack over his head and yanked him to his feet. He couldn't walk very well with his feet cuffed together, so he let the men drag him across cement for about thirty seconds. One of the men let go of him just long enough to open a door, then they dragged George through the doorway and threw him to the floor. The men left, locking him inside the room. George was pretty goddamn angry right now, but a temper tantrum wouldn't do him any good since he didn't have the convenience of being able to transform into a werewolf and snap the restraints, so he just lay there quietly. Somebody sniffled. "Hello?" George asked. "Eugene?" "What do you want?" The voice sounded human enough, although raspy, like he had severe asthma. "I don't want anything," said George. "It's not like I came in here of my own free will." Some chains rattled. More sniffling.
