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Tom briefly considered what to do. Pills? Should he be suspicious? There was certainly no need for him to be drugged. He’d already been captured. He was already chained up in a bank vault. What else would they give him drugs for?
He nodded his rubber hooded head. He felt the pills being slipped into his mouth. There were three. The cup was again placed to his lips. He drank the water and swallowed the pills.
‘Good boy, Tom. Now, let’s see about your hood. When it comes off, keep looking forward. Do you understand my instructions, Tom? Nod your head.’
Tom nodded. He immediately felt the padlock at the rear of the hood being unlocked. The zip was pulled up. The hood went slack on his head. The tight black rubber was pulled up and away from his head. The sensation of the cool air on his sweaty face was glorious. Sweat dripped down his neck. He immediately closed his eyes. His eyes had grown accustomed to the blackness and now had problems adjusting to the light.
‘Don’t move your head, Tom. Keep looking forward.’
Tom slowly opened his eyes. They slowly adjusted to the light. He was standing in the middle of a reasonable sized metal room. In front of him was the vault door. It was part open. It looked to be around ten centimetres thick. The room was lit with strip lights on the metal ceiling.
‘Tom, you may look around, but do not turn your head around towards me.’
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