Weaver opened his eyes slowly, his head was beating like a drum, he doesn't remember what or why he was knocked out all he remembers were powerful firm hands covering his mouth and nose and his breathing was getting harder by the second till his vision turned black.
"You're finally awake " A deep voice came from the shadows of the room and Weaver tried to concentrate his vision on the blurry figure.
"Hudson?" The young soldier tried to move his hands but they were cuffed the chains pulling him to the brick wall behind him. "What's going on?"
"You should always keep your guard up Weaver always If it wasn't me you could have been dead r