Free The Called: Chosen (The Called Series Book 2) by Justin Price Page A

wondering if it would have been better if he had been killed. He thought, ‘At least I would have been with Jesus now and not in this reality.’

CHAPTER 7
    John was face down inside of a helicopter with his hands behind his back. There was no more running. After being one of the world’s most wanted fugitives, he had finally been caught. All he could think about was his wife that he had been reunited with just days before. He didn’t know if she was alive or dead or if anyone else was for that matter. It all seemed so final yet so incomplete.
    The handcuffs were cutting into his wrists and the side of his face was swollen from landing on it when they threw him on the floor. ‘I wonder if this is going to be as bad as I have imagined.’ It was the first time he had been in a Blackhawk helicopter since he had been in the military himself. Being on his belly made the experience quite a bit different.
    Just in front of him, there was a commotion going on as one of the soldiers that were shot was being attended to. He could smell blood and soon saw the source of it running like a stream toward him. As he looked up, he could see them inserting a breathing tube. The sights and sounds brought back terrible memories from war. This experience was like all of his worst nightmares coming true at once.
    He closed his eyes as tight as he could and tried to block out everything going around him. All he could see when he closed his eyes was the face of his wife. That image was so much better than the alternative, but still heart wrenching considering he may never see her again. His thoughts quickly drifted to what he may experience when they arrived to their destination.
    ‘What do they have in store for me?’ he wondered. ‘Prison? Torture? Cerebral reconditioning? Death?’ The possibilities kept playing through his mind; worse than any horror movie he had ever seen. This wasn’t a small band of third world fighters that he was up against this time. Apparently, it was the World Council government. There wasn’t going to be any escaping this time. They would be able to do whatever they wanted to him for as long as they wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.
    As he was lamenting over his situation, John felt the helicopter slowly descending and finally touching down. The blades slowly stopped spinning and the soldiers pulled him off the floor with a sudden jerk. They dragged his fatigued body by both arms as his feet scraped across the ground. “Stand up soldier!” exclaimed one of the captors. ‘At least he called me soldier’, he thought. ‘Maybe there is a little respect left for what I did for my country.’
    He wasn’t blindfolded and he could still see out of the eye that wasn’t swollen. He looked up just in time to see the Department of Homeland Security seal above the door. They walked him down a dimly lit hallway and into a room with a table. “Sit right there”, said one of the men.
    “Since you have your guns pointed directly at me and there are three of you here, would you mind taking the cuffs off of me?”
    They all looked at each other for a second and looked over at the mirror on the wall. A voice came over the intercom system. “Yes, go ahead. He’s not going anywhere.” They took the handcuffs off and sat him down at the table. The man behind the one way glass came into the room.
    After his eyes adjusted, John could see that it was Adnan Bahar. John figured that he must have been an important catch for the second in command of the World Council to show up and greet him personally. Bahar slowly walked to the other side of the table and sat across from John; crossing his legs and relaxing. John just stared at him without flinching or blinking. The two of them sat there across from each other, silent and completely still before Adnan spoke.
    “You weren’t an easy man to catch Mr. Robertson. We knew we would get to you sooner or later. We even had the added bonus of killing some of your