I woke up with John Chase shaking me gently. When I opened my eyes, I realized that he was tense and looked around for any sign that it was morning, but in that windowless room, it was hard to tell.

"I asked him," but he was already standing, looking at the door.

He brought a finger to his lips, giving me a clara signal of silence, then walked slowly to the door, squinted his eyes, and then someone kicked the door in.

John Chase was thrown away; he crashed into the wall of ...