Bindusara

Rajid Ali Bados sat back in the chair that he was restrained in with a chuckle. This truly was unnecessary as far as he was concerned. His wrists were secured around the rear legs of the armless chair, his feet tied to the front legs. More rope wound about his waist and chest, thoroughly pinning him down and minimizing any movement. He was wondering where they’d taken Robert when the door opened. Rajid glanced up and snorted as Reed and two armed guards walked in—one with a baseball bat, the other with a knife. Reed still had his gun. The three men surrounded Rajid, who just calmly watched them with an almost bemused expression.