Greek Fire.

Alex Brubaker awoke suddenly and realised he couldn’t move.
He was secured to a sturdy metal chair, which in turn was bolted to the floor.
Plastic zip ties, like the ones he used in his garden, only much thicker, held his wrists, ankles and neck in an unforgiving grasp.
His eyes darted around the bare room, trying to make sense of his predicament.
How the hell had he gotten here? He'd fallen asleep in his office chair late last night...how? Where was here?
Bare concrete walls, no windows; to call the room Spartan would be being generous.

“Hello?” he yelped, “Is there any body there?”

“Ah, Mr. Brubaker, it’s so nice of you to join us. You slept well I trust?”

Alex tried to swivel around to see the source of the cultured voice behind him.

“Listen buddy, I don’t know who you are but you’re in deep shit. Do you know who I work for? NO? I’m an agent of the NSA.” declared Brubaker in defiance.
He spat out the initials of the National Security Agency as if they were bullets. “If you harm me, they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”

The voice behind laughed gently as if a child had made an innocent faux pas. “Mr. Brubaker, I don’t much care who you share coffee with 9 to 5, it’s your extra-curricular activities that interest me.”

“I don’t understand…Who the hell are you? What do you want of me?”

“Want?”

“Yeah, want! What do you want of me? Who are you? I demand an answer!” Brubaker growled.

“Oh Alex…always so direct and to the point. Still, that’s why you were promoted so quickly up the ranks I guess. Your file reads like an adventure novel. Marine core…Navy SEAL Training… six confirmed kills…honourable discharge…demolitions expert…NSA specialist at age 34; all admirable qualities, hmmn?”

“Fuck you, if you know so much, you know I’ll be missed very quickly.” Alex smirked in satisfaction “Do you know what the wrath of God feels like? Well that’s nothing to what my guys will serve up to you – I promise you that!”

“Alex,” sighed the voice,”Let’s move passed the threats and bravado and get down to business.”

Alex Brubaker calmed himself, deliberately slowed his breathing and scanned as much of the room as possible.
His eyes looking for anything that might be useful later.
Possible weapons of opportunity, routes of egress; tools of survival.

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