Hirvan slipped into darkness again. One moment he was lashing out, trying to rip free of the ropes, then, everything went dark.
The next time he regained consciousness, the sharp smell of petrol and dust assaulted his nose. The world beneath him was moving.
'Ah… I am in a car or something…' Hirvan thought groggily.
A coarse blindfold scratched the bridge of his nose. His wrists throbbed where the rope dug into his skin, and his ankles were not any better. From the way his shoulder blades knocked against cold metal, he guessed he was lying on the floorboard behind the second-row seats of a van.
Every lurch tossed him forward, then back again, like luggage he was thrown out there. The seat ahead of him squeaked each time he bumped into it. His breath was shallow and raspy.
Above the engine's hum, voices drifted to Hirvan's ears.
"Hey, lad, are you sure you double-checked everything?" Janiyar asked.
"Yeah, boss. I am a pro! Trust me a bit!" a man with a nasal voice replied.
