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Shadow
tried
to
shout
,
to
warn
Wednesday
,
to
warn
them
all
,
but
nothing
came
out
of
his
mouth
but
a
muffled
noise
.
"
The
quarry
are
all
inside
,
"
said
the
half
-
familiar
voice
.
"
Everyone
in
position
?
"
A
crackle
of
a
voice
,
half
-
audible
through
a
radio
.
"
Let
’
s
move
in
and
round
them
all
up
.
"
"
What
about
the
big
guy
?
"
said
another
voice
.
"
Package
him
up
,
take
him
out
,
"
said
the
first
voice
.
They
put
a
bag
-
like
hood
over
Shadow
’
s
head
,
and
bound
his
wrists
and
ankles
with
tape
,
and
put
him
in
the
back
of
a
truck
,
and
drove
him
away
.
There
were
no
windows
in
the
tiny
room
in
which
they
had
locked
Shadow
.
There
was
a
plastic
chair
,
a
lightweight
folding
table
,
and
a
bucket
with
a
cover
on
it
,
which
served
Shadow
as
a
makeshift
toilet
.
There
was
also
a
six
-
foot
-
long
strip
of
yellow
foam
on
the
floor
,
and
a
thin
blanket
with
a
long
-
since
-
crusted
brown
stain
in
the
center
:
blood
or
shit
or
food
,
Shadow
didn
’
t
know
and
didn
’
t
care
to
investigate
.
There
was
a
naked
bulb
behind
a
metal
grille
high
in
the
room
,
but
no
light
switch
that
Shadow
had
been
able
to
find
.
The
light
was
always
on
.
There
was
no
door
handle
on
his
side
of
the
door
.
He
was
hungry
.
The
first
thing
he
had
done
,
when
the
spooks
had
pushed
him
into
the
room
,
after
they
’
d
ripped
off
the
tape
from
his
ankles
and
wrists
and
mouth
and
left
him
alone
,
was
to
walk
around
the
room
and
inspect
it
,
carefully
.
He
tapped
the
walls
.
They
sounded
dully
metallic
.
There
was
a
small
ventilation
grid
at
the
top
of
the
room
.
The
door
was
soundly
locked
.
He
was
bleeding
above
the
left
eyebrow
in
a
slow
ooze
.
His
head
ached
.
The
floor
was
uncarpeted
.
He
tapped
it
.
It
was
made
of
the
same
metal
as
the
walls
.
