"Oh shit." I think to myself over and over again.
I can't understand why this is happening no matter how much I brainstorm. Just what did I do to deserve this?
Two gentlemen in hazmat suits enter the room.
I stare closely trying to catch a glimpse of their faces, but the visors are too tinted to get a good look. All I could see was that one was a female. And I could also see that they have brought a lot of medical equipment with them.
After 20 minutes of preparation, this abandoned dentist office has become akin to a hospital with monitors making beeping noises, heart rate monitors and a whole bunch of tools.
I only just noticed that there was a huge mirror in front of me that was obviously a one-way mirror police interrogation rooms have. I am being watched by others.
I'm getting scared now. I truly have no idea what is about to happen, but judging from the sketchiness of this room, the restraints, the "warm welcome" from the hazmat guys and the one-way mirror, I new I was not going to be happy anytime soon.
The hazmat guys haven't uttered a word. It was impressive how quickly they managed to turn the shabby room into a surgical room. This means they were well prepared for this and knew what they needed to do.
I'm shaking like a dog in a thunderstorm now. From the amount of resources, the quality of equipment and professionalism of the hazmat guys, I knew that these guys were pretty powerful people.