Waking up on a bus, another thug sitting next to him, occupying half of the seat and thus smashing him against a window, Zachery groaned as a doozy of a headache flared at the same time.  "Thanks a lot jackass for the nice drug you poured into my soda.  I guess you really can't fight fairly can you?  Got no balls or you'd undo these stupid handcuffs."  Said handcuffs were still latched firmly on his hands, but his legs were free, not that it did him any good anyway.  Somewhere along the way, the guards had allowed him a chance to use the bathroom, eat, wash up and stuff but somewhere between dinner and lunch he'd been drugged again, that much he knew for sure.  Looking around the bus, and considering it a bad idea to raise a fuss, Zachery spotted a girl and an old man sitting next to each other.  The girl was attractive, but the old geezer Zachery could smell from here.  "No offense old timer, but when was the last time you had a shower?  I'd offer you a seat beside me madam, but as you can see, I'm a little tied up at the moment."  Raising his hands, the guard rolled his eyes and moved his leather jacket just enough to show Zachery his loaded gun, as if that scared him.  "If you were going to kill me, I'd be dead already jackass, so drop the act will you?  Sheesh."