Capital Run

Chapter Nine

He thought he was going to puke!

The gunman felt as if he were bobbing on the surface of a lake. Nausea engulfed him. His stomach was contracting, threatening to expel the venison jerky he’d consumed earlier.

Where the blazes was he?

What was that weird noise?

His eyelids fluttered open, and he glimpsed men in uniform seated on both sides of him. Brown uniforms with red stars on the collars. Who were they? He couldn’t seem to focus, to concentrate. Why? He closed his eyes and drifted into dreamland.