Every Trip is a Quest -Ch. 4-The man wasn't terribly happy when he regained consciousness. His sour mood may have cropped up because I'd tied him to a chair and put a lamp over him, interrogation ala television, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with being hit repetitively with a golf club....that was mostly his fault.Having calmed down somewhat since beating the crap out of the man--whose sunglasses I had removed, seeing as they were complete unnecessary--I was ready to listen to what he had to say."
j-just give me a minute," the guy muttered, screwing his eyes shut at the bright light.Well, whenever he was ready."So, about this vacuum guy
" I began, trying to prompt him into revealing what he knew. It was sort of nice to be in control for once."He's part of this mysterious organization
and I can't say much more than that. It's not safe here," he explained, and then his eyes suddenly widened, "Wait. Please tell me you didn't sign anything."