Once again, I didn’t feel myself fall asleep, until I woke up against a rock. But as I came to my senses, I felt that the rock was strangely warm.�...Oh I think he’s waking back up.” A familiar voice said, and the rock I was sleeping on vibrated.“Ask him if he wants any popcorn!” I heard Kelly ask.“Fuck him, let him fall back asleep.” A third voice said. “What?” I say wearily.I feel a warm arm come down around me, and my weight is shifted, my seat feels warm too. “You took quite the nap… We. He never has the chance to pull the weapon free of its holster. A hard object crashes into the back of his head. Darkness covers him like a blanket as he falls unceremoniously to the sturdy wooden floor.After Samantha is brought into the base, the hood is removed and she is able to finally get a look at her captors. “So, what is it you have planned for me?” she asks, making sure to line her words with the hatred that she feels.“In due time, Miss Roberts,” Demurer replies. He pulls out a knife,. Be nice to not leave it till the last minute as I normally do.Around lunch time I got a text from Michael to say he was up, and I headed over. He lived only a short walk from the CBD, so I made my way over. Michael’s been my best mate since Year 8 of high school. Back then he was a tall, lanky, scruffy haired boy. We used to always hang out at recess and lunch times with our small group of mates. After we both left high school, he moved up to the city to start Uni and I ended up getting a job. But I shoved that part quickly under the rug, and mentally stomped on it a couple of times for good measure. In the first place I'd given him my word; in the second I kind of shared his species' view of the "warlike" nature of ours, and couldn't imagine anything even approximating a reasonable reception that he'd receive if I did report him.I had Scarpia's example before me if I was in any doubt. He questions Cavaradossi, the tenor, briefly about information that he, Scarpia, wants, and when.