I could’ve walked to the address in ten minutes, but walking the streets of Baghdad at night wasn’t the healthiest choice I could make.
The address was that of a wholesale distributer according to the sign. Happy Times Supplies was a close translation. Next to the entry was an intercom and I pressed the button. I heard a click as the door was remotely unlocked. I opened it and entered. The hallway was dark as it led into an office area. I felt my way along the wall searching for a light switch.
Suddenly a beam of a powerful flashlight was shining into my eyes.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” said a voice in English. “I have a gun pointed at your head. If you move suddenly, or give me any cause for concern I will not hesitate to kill you.”
“What do you want,” I asked.
“Sit down in the chair in front of you.”
I could barely see anything in front of me, but I grasped the back of the chair and found my way to sit down.
“Attached to the arms of the chair are two handcuffs. Put one on each wrist.”
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