CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

By the time Xander regained consciousness, he was in a different room. Xander scanned his surroundings slowly, the effects of the halothane gas that was used to knock them out and render them unconscious was slowly wearing out leaving a numb feeling in its wake.

Xander was in a sitting position when he woke up and only when he tried to stand did he realize that he was tied tightly to the chair. Xander tested the strains that held him but all was to no avail. The strains held fast and there was just nothing he could do to break free.

With that Xander began to survey his prison carefully. The room looked like it was a study or a mini library with three shelves containing books and a table at the far side of the room with books upon it and a chair beside. Xander assumed it to be the general's personal room, his study.

As Xander sat there observing the room wearily, the door swung open and the general walked in wearing long bathroom robes. A smirk went on the general's face as he made his
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