#6<br/><br/>Andy stood uncomfortably in his bonds, scanning the audience. The first round didn't seem to have attracted any bids on him - so where was this 'Dr Elizabeth' those men had been talking about? It sounded as if someone had already laid detailed - and terrifying - plans for him ... so where was she? Perhaps a telephone bid, or some other special arrangement ... or just making him sweat for a while, worrying about what fate would befall unsold stock, in which case her plan was working very well. Or perhaps there had been a last minute change of plan? The small and slight boy standing beside #6 would surely be a better fit for the plans the men seemed to have been discussing earlier - could 'Dr Elizabeth' have been the ravishing, expensively-dressed brunette who had placed bids on almost half the lots in the auction as casually as if she had been ordering coffee?<br/><br/>The unyielding shackles seemed quite solid - he'd tested them quite thoroughly by now, less obviously than #2's frantic jerking but with no more to show for it; unbound, he'd have made short work of any of his captors, with the imposing-looking guards being more flab than muscle, but of course they weren't stupid enough to take any chances there.