Chapter One - Long way Down

He opened his eyes; it was dark, too dark in fact because he couldn’t see a thing around him. He rubbed his head and slowly sat up from the floor.

What the hell is going on...

He tried to stand but found, rather painfully, that the roof was too low. Crouching down again he placed a hand on the roof above him. it was cool and smooth.

Glass?

At this point in time his brain was furiously trying to work out what was going on and where the hell he was.

He glanced around himself out of habbit and put a hand out in front of his face.

Solid again...

Oh sure he’d been in bad situations before, like when he was deep behind enemy lines in the gulf, completely alone and being hunted by over a hundred Iraqi conscripts

The Amazon, with his unit from the Regiment, lazing an enemy compound full of fuel and ammo with hundreds of sentries out and around the surrounding forest.

But at least then he knew what was going on, and what he had to do, here…

Some kind of box mabye? but why would i be in a Glass box...

There was a sudden crackle of static as radio burst to life.

“Hello Mr Juraz. I hope you enjoy the next twenty minuets of your life, since they will be your last. we know all about you and your intentions so my friends and i decided to teach you a lesson.

Mr Juraz you are currently in an industrial shark tank. there are no sharks but there is also no oxegen. you are buried twenty feet under the Amazon jungle. If you do not panic you have about twenty minuets of oxygen left, if however you do panic you will be dead in less than five, goodbye Mr Juraz.”

Ah shit...