You are almost embarrassed to say that your old boss goes down like a sack of rocks.
You shout at the guy to get his knife, before you remember he's just as captured as you are. Or maybe not, because a second later his biceps bulge and the ropes fall from around his arms, like a roll of crepe paper. Fucking hell. Who is this guy?
He grins. Nobody important.
Get his knife, you advise. The guy cuts you free, then he helps you to your feet.
Let's get out of here.
