Sigmund Ausfaller woke up shivering, prone on a cold floor. His head pounded. Tape bound his wrists and ankles to plasteel chains.
He had always known it would end horribly. Only the when, where, how, why, and by whom of it all had eluded him.
That fog was beginning to lift.
How had he gotten here, wherever here was? As though from a great distance, Sigmund watched himself quest for recent memories. Why was it such a struggle?
He remembered the pedestrian concourse of an open-air mall, shoppers streaming. They wore every color of the rainbow,