I blinked, surprised to see I knew both my fellow captives. Seeing my friend Trevor Blake was some measure of comfort, at least there’d be a friendly face in all this. Seeing Biff, my bully, on the other hand was less so. On the plus side at least it looked like he’d tried to cause a scene as he was being supported by the two Capture Officers and was slumped in their arms, head lolling from the shock of being cattle prodded.
I watched Trev slope over to Carter and take a seat. After a brief conversation, he got up and came over to stand with me.
“Hey man,” I said with a forced smile.
“Hey,” he replied glumly. Although he was a goth, Trevor wasn’t a stereotypical angry goth; normally he was a perky goth and rarely wasn’t grinning, but right now he was anything but.
“Any idea what they’re gonna do to us.”
“Not a clue. You?”
“Ditto.”
We turned and watched as Biff was dragged over to Carter and dumped into the chair. He shook his head and came too.
“Fuck this, you can’t do this to me!” He shouted, jumping to his feet and turning to take a swing at the guard who dodged out of the way and jammed his prod into Biff’s sternum. The jock collapsed like a sack of potatoes, crumpling to the floor. If I wasn’t so worried about what was going to happen to me and my friend I’d have taken great satisfaction in watching that. Carter sighed and shook his head, continuing his paperwork as if he saw this show everyday. And considering this place could just grab people off the street in broad daylight just for not measuring up to their standards, maybe he did.
Finishing his paperwork, Carter got up and crossed over to us, the other three hefting Biff up and carrying him over.
“Follow me my dears,” smiled Carter, going through the doors. With no other option, we followed him into what looked like an operating theatre.
