A list of names began to scroll down the monitor.

My eyes locked on the first name on the list.

It wasn’t Hayes.

It was someone much closer.

Someone who was sitting right next to me.

I looked slowly toward the truck driver.

He wasn’t looking at the road.

He was looking at me, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He reached down, locking the passenger door with a sharp click.

“Welcome back, Captain,” he said.

The truck accelerated into the darkness.

The headlights cut a narrow path through the fog.

I reached for the door handle, but it was dead.

The digital screen on the dashboard began to countdown.

Ten seconds.

“Let’s see how fast you can jump,” the driver whispered.

I braced my shoulder against the door.

The truck veered toward the edge of the river bridge.

I grabbed the steering wheel, twisting it hard.

The tires screamed.

The truck slammed into the concrete barrier.

The world flipped upside down.

I felt the cold water of the river rushing in through the broken windshield.

My hand found the USB drive, pulling it free from the dashboard.