 Finally, I opened my eyes. The light from a window almost blinded me. Outside, I could see other buildings, and I knew we were in some abandoned army camp. I tried to move, and I realized I was tied securely to a chair. The bare room held just me and Frank Kruller. I salute you, Jordan. For a chance adversary, you have proved quite formidable. Skip the buildup, Kruller. Where are we? To the south is the Guatara Depression.