After three hours of being handcuffed to the chair in the darkness, Alex’s eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. Not that there was anything to look at in the first place. When the door opened and the fluorescent lights flickered on, the skin crinkled around his eyes and forehead as he shut his eyelids to protect his pupils from the intrusive light.
“Alex Grives, so nice of you to come and see us this afternoon.”
Alex blinked furiously. Flashes of white continued to blind him every few milliseconds. He twisted in his chair a bit and winced from the pressure of the cuffs around his wrists.
“I hope you’ve been comfortable, Alex.”
“And when did you start caring about that, Gordon?”
When Gordon’s face finally came into view, he looked slightly thinner than the last time Alex had seen him, but other than that he still looked like the same bullshit-shoveling piece of scum.
“When they told me they had a hunter in custody with a bag of non-GMO seeds, I had a feeling it would be you, but never in my wildest fantasies did I think you’d ever have the balls to come and see me again. How’s the shoulder?” Gordon asked.
“I want to make a trade.”
“Ha HA!” Gordon clapped his hands together and looked back at the sentries. “See? Balls. God, I miss dealing with men like that.” He leaned on the table, keeping his hands clasped together. “I already have what you wanted to trade, Alex. Sooo… what other business do I have with you?”
“You only have a portion of what I can trade.”
“Bullshit.”
“Are you willing to have me rot in a farm camp to find out?”
“How about I just beat it out of you.”
“We both know that isn’t going to work.”
Gordon laughed. “I guess you’re right about that.” He got up from his chair, and two muscle-necked sentries squeezed their frames through the door one at a time. “But it never hurts to try.”
Alex clenched his jaw. It was going to be a long afternoon.