Elijah catapults me to the dirt bottom as if slinging a carcass.

I smack down hard. I open my mouth to grumble at the rough treatment but choose to close my jaw when I observe my environment.

In my motion of resistance, I pan out ignorant of my surroundings.

Elijah ended up taking me down an elevator and then through numerous hallways until we reached a steel door encoded by a passcode and patrols on the side.

He punched a few dials, appearing hazy to my troubled memory.

He then led me ...