Extract the Chairman’s daughter, they said. It’ll be a simple job and you’ll be home before dinner, they said. Well, Teix didn’t claim to be an expert on this subject, but judging by the fragmented recollection he could muster of what had happened, either there was some serious ball-dropping on the part of whoever had gathered intel, or someone wanted him dead. There was probably some important contemplation to do on this topic, but right now Teix had bigger things to think about. Things like, “Where the hell am I”, and “I sure hope that warm feeling isn’t what I think it is”.