Chapter 61: Your Time Is Up

Highplain Military Compound. A military truck tore through the gates and screeched to a halt in front of a squat, two-story gray building. Doors slammed open. Soldiers hauled Taylor Jauncy out, his wrists bound, a black hood cinched over his head. They shoved him into a cold, damp room, then yanked the hood away. Taylor looked around. The place was bare-not even a single chair. Bare, unpainted walls closed in around him, chill and lifeless. From the corridor came the steady clack of leather boots,...