Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Bulldog was finally regaining consciousness. He had an itch on his nose, but when he tried to move his hand to reach it, he was met with sharp resistance. His hands were tied to a chair. He was blindfolded. He could hear voices in the distance, but he couldn’t quite identify the speakers. One was proposing Bulldog be tossed down a mine shaft, the other arguing for a dip in the river with some heavy footwear. Bulldog tried to stand up. His feet were also bound tightly to the chair. How did this happen? Think, Bulldog. Think…sunny day…a stroll in the park…loose change on the ground…no harm in making a bit of money…see a penny, pick it up…aerosolized chemical agent…excruciating pain…blackout... Even with these vague memories, Bulldog had a strong suspicion as to who was behind this. He heard a creaky door open, and heavy footsteps approach. “Well, well, well, Bulldog. Predictable as ever. Still can’t resist a bit of loose change on the ground, can you?” sniggere