o the parking lot." He waved them onto a path that ss way through the trucks and buses.
The boys started walking and realized that they were heading away from the visitor' s parking lot. Just as Scott was about to turn around and head back, one of the three big guys from the mosh pit appeared in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. "My buddies and I have a little proposition for you," he said. Suddenly, the other two men stepped out from nowhere behind Scott and Tommy, blog their retreat. "You see, every day on this tour, we check out the crowd and we look fuy who looks like he' s iy goodshape. Then we invite him back to our truck for a little athletipetition."
Scott couldn' t believe the nerve of this jerk, but he also didn' t know just how psycho these guys were. And he had Tommy to worry about to. So instead of starting anything, he tried to talk his way out of it. "Look, I' d really like to, but we gotta go, I have to get the car back by seven and…"
One of the bruisers behind them quickly put his hands on Tommy' s shoulders. His huge hands locked around the boy' s throat. "We do this the easy way or the hard way," he said menagly. "You e with us or I break his neck. Very simple."
Scott gulped hard. These guys were nuts and they meant business. He had no choice. The first guy unlatched the back of a semi, one of several identical trucks o, and swung open the back. He boosted first Scott, and then Tommy up into the steaming hot interior of the taihen he swung himself up and in. The other two guys followed, the last one swinging shut and bolting the hatch.
The tractor trailer had been sitting out in the sun all day and it was stifling hot inside. Scott rubbed his burning eyes as he felt sweat begin to dribble down his chest. The interior of the truck was dimly lit by several small, battery-powered lamps. Some sort of thick woven mesh was strung up on the side panels, probably to prevent things from bumping into the hard steel