"The first thing I remembered was that I was cold. Everything was still black and my body wouldnt respond, but I shivered nonetheless. Then, gradually, things begun to swim into focus, as though I were floating upwards from the darkest depths of the sea.I coughed. Then again. And then sucked in several great breaths. One by one, I could feel muscles spark back to life. They were like dead weights, attached to my body, but at least I could move.It took a few minutes for my body to drag itself out of neutral. My first thought was that my girls night with Ava must have turned into a bender to end all benders. It had happened before, and the cotton wool sensation in my head was at least a little reminiscent of my nastier hangovers. But then I remembered the following morning.Playing top spy with Ava.The discovery about Drake.My new found resolve to try and get my life on track.The broken back door.The stabbing pain in my neck.The strong hands catching me as I fell to the floor.Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. What the fuck had happen? Where was I? And how long had I been out?I flung myself into a sitting position, a move I instantly regretted as it sent a powerful coil for nausea twisting through my stomach.Alright, then, no fast movements.Drawing a few calm breaths, I steadied myself and surveyed my surroundings. At first glance, there isnt much to look at. Im in a room with nothing but a metal bed bolted to the floor, thats it theres nothing else, not even a damn window. They couldve at least hung a clock on the wall."****That.What you just read my friend, was a perfect example of what happens when life decides to be a dick.You get shot full of God knows what and kept prisoner by gnome sized, leprechaun looking man whos the leader of a drug cartel.And the irony of it all is that, just hours before, the man who gets to decide whether I die or not tells me he wants nothing to do with me.Just my luck huh?