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[Sir Lanka Files 03] Kidnapped
DaVic had heard about people regaining consciousness slowly and becoming aware of their surroundings bit by bit. That wasn’t how it worked in his case though — — it all hit him like a speeding rocketship slamming into a planet, and no retrorockets to slow down the ship either.
His first reaction was that he must have a fever. It was hot. Torridly, blisteringly hot. And the steam wasn’t helping much — — it felt as if a sauna, volcano, and a pressure cooker had gotten together for a party and had fallen out. It was so humid and steamy, that you could probably cut it with a knife and sell cubes of the stuff.
DaVic peered through the almost solid curtain of vaporised moisture, trying to figure out where he was. He had a vague recollection of being attacked by somebody (or had it been something?) in the alleyway, but that’s as far as his memory went — — it was all darkness from then on.
Maybe he’d been kidnapped by RaBlu’s goons? But why were they trying to cook him with steam? Was this some sort of torture that they were experimenting with?
“Hello? Is anybody there?” he asked in a shaky voice.
DaVic peered around the room. The light was extremely bright and he should have been able to see clearly, but the steam made visibility difficult.
