By Rubrpig
Marc was led into the training centre by his four armed guards. They stopped at a solid steel door and one of the motorcycle officers pressed a button on an intercom. He stated his name and that they had a prisoner for processing into the facility. There was a buzzing sound and the officer pulled the heavy door open and they entered the building. They walked up to a counter with a heavy steel grill covering the opening above the counter. Behind the counter were 4 men dressed in black swat gear. One of the swat officers who had control of Marc unlocked the cuffs of Marc’s wrists.
The processing officer told Marc to empty his pockets and turn them out to show that there was nothing in them. Marc quickly obeyed and placed his keys, wallet and phone on the counter. The processing officer picked up the phone and turned it off and dropped it along with the keys and his wallet into a heavy brown envelope and then wrote Marc’s name and a 4 digit number on the envelope. He dropped the envelope in a bin. He then told Marc to strip and place everything on the counter. Marc pulled his t-shirt off over his head and put it on the counter. He leaned down and unzipped his boots and pulled them off along with his socks.
Usually, it’s the decisions that I make quickly and then act upon them that are my best decisions. This telling will emphasize how a recent weekend (09/10/21 – 9/13/21) will have forever changed my life.
The drizzle has stopped as the bog is getting gray as the cloudy skies block most of the sunlight as the day is getting long. Missing his hard hat, Josh is leaning against a tree with dirty white rope tightly securing his body. The biologist is still unconscious, as his hands are also tied, laying in his lap, his hi-viz gear covered in dirt and mud.