Hi, welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. This is from chapter 2 of a WIP, Rescue Operation, and is a continuation from last week.

He [Tod] hoped they had sense enough to hide.  He sure wasn’t going to give their captors any information, but he wasn’t convinced about the others.  Especially about his brother and Callan.

Tod looked back at his wrists, and began pulling carefully at the stuff holding them together.  Some kind of synthetic, he thought, but it didn’t give at all, to pulling or to his teeth, and it seemed to be molded to the cable.  He was trying to avoid attention, but the woman guarding them didn’t bother to look up, even when the others began coming around, struggling to their feet and shouting empty threats.

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