The guy's decent, even though he stuffs a wad of burlap in Chris' mouth, and secures his wrists together with a mesh wire, and that really fucking hurts. He's calm but firm, asking Chris to please sit down, because he doesn't want to have to do something rash. He talks a lot in the car, eyeing Chris in the rearview mirror, but he doesn't give anything away until they get to the house.
Chris thinks he's in a suburb, because all the houses look the same, with the same bare porch lights and the same half-brown grass and trees with only half their leaves. They're all dull red or yellow brick with huge eaves, either narrow or semi-detached, mostly with two storeys, though there are a few bungalows. It looks newer than downtown.
"If you say anything," the guy says, when he opens the back door of the car, "I'll kill you." He releases Chris's wrists, and Chris considers bolting, but doesn't think he'd get too far.
Inside the house, it's a typical home, but it's hard to believe someone lives here. He wonders if it's this guy's home -- and he doubts it.
The guy introduces himself as Joey, and speaks rapidly, explaining the situation incomprehensibly. He calls Chris "sir" and "Mr. Kirkpatrick", and nods continuously and doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, but he's doing a lot of swearing and he sounds something less than respectful.
This doesn't really surprise Chris.
Joey tells him about his cause, and uses the words "sovereignty" and "guerilla warfare tactics" and "fear factor terrorism" a lot, and Chris wonders if he knows what they mean, or if he's reciting from a script.
Chris doesn't get the feeling that he's in immediate danger.
Joey finishes by saying, "I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this, but you understand, don't you?" Chris nods, and he does, really.
Things move too quickly.