Barracuda (A Ryan Mitchell Thriller Book 5) by Richard Turner

Author:Richard Turner [Turner, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

Punta Arenas, Chile

Ryan Mitchell bolted awake. The noxious smell of ammonia stung his nostrils. His heart raced wildly. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus on the dark shape standing in front of him. Slowly, the image of a man appeared. In his hands was an open packet of smelling salts.

“Now the next one,” said a voice from somewhere in the dark.

Mitchell took a deep breath, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Behind him, he heard Jackson cough loudly, then spout of a stream of invectives at their captors. At least we’re still together, thought Mitchell. He tried to move, but found that he was tied securely to a chair. His arms were behind his back, and his feet were tied to the legs of the metal chair he was sitting on. He tried to recall what had happened when they landed in Punta Arenas. Mitchell vaguely remembered getting out of the helicopter and walking towards a waiting truck. After that, he couldn’t remember a thing.

He shivered. The room they were being held in was cold. He doubted that it was much above freezing. It was dark all around him, except for the bright light shining in his face. He did not doubt that Jackson had one on him as well. It was an old interrogation trick. Your interrogators could see you, but you could not see them.

A couple of men somewhere in the darkness exchanged a few words in German. Mitchell struggled to catch what they were saying, but his German was rusty. All he caught was a time…two hours. What was going to happen in two hours? Their interrogation? Their execution?

Mitchell tried sitting up as best he could, and looked over toward where he thought the voices had originated. “What is going to happen in two hours?”

Beck stepped out from the shadows and menacingly hovered over Mitchell. “What sharp ears you have, Mister Mitchell.”

“I get them from my mother,” he replied.

Beck snickered. “Sit tight. My master will be here in two hours. He wants to personally interrogate you.”

“What if I have to use the bathroom?” Jackson asked.

Beck stepped back. “Soil yourself, for all I care. If you think I’m going to untie either of you, you’re sadly mistaken.” A second later, Beck disappeared back into the shadows. A door opened and closed somewhere, and silence fell.

“You okay, Ryan?” asked Jackson.

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied Mitchell. “And you?”

“I can’t complain; nobody would listen, anyway.”

“Do you remember what happened to us after we landed?”

“Some joker with a tranquilizer gun shot us both just before we got into a truck at the helipad. You passed out right away. The bastard shot another dart into me when I didn’t go down at first.”

“That explains a lot.”

“Now what do we do?” Jackson asked.

“There’s not a lot we can do other than sit tight until the head Nazi gets here,” said Mitchell.

“I wasn’t kidding. I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Mitchell shook his head. “You heard the man. Keep it in or let it out; they’re not going to let you out of your chair.

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