Chapter 14: Hideaway
Chapter 14 Hideaway
In an underground facility on the other side of the world, Robert Gannon walked quickly down a long corridor. He paused at a closed door. He took a thin card out of his tan trousers’ pocket and inserted it into an opening at the side of the door. The door opened with a swish and he marched determined inside.
The room he entered was very plain, ascetic even. The walls were bare and painted a cream color with only a light bulb to illuminate the room. A large table was centered in the middle of the room and a woman stood over the table, her back towards the door. From his position at the door, Robert could detect that there was someone lying on the table and that the woman had several severe looking instruments laying on her right.
“Who dares interrupt me,” she demanded looking towards the door.
“I am sorry,” said Robert, with a frown, walking slowly into the room. “But I need to talk to you. Can’t your games continue another time?”
“How dare you interrupt me?” the woman growled, turning eerily silver eyes towards him.
He took a step backwards, eying her cautiously. “I’m sorry my queen,” he said with a bow. He had to be careful. Sometimes he forgets who she is.
The woman slapped the instruments down. Chu na
. “Leave us,” she demanded, motioning to the two silent guards standing by the door. “And take this to the sarcophagus,” she said motioning to the body on the table.
They nod and then lift the body gently off the table. They walked towards the door closing it gently behind them.
“I’m tired of waiting,” Robert complained with a whine. “We need to strike now,” he said. “We need to do something before they find out what we are after.”
“We,” she asked icily.
“What I-I meant was,” he stammered a little taken aback, “I need to do something about it.”
“Good,” she said decisively. “Where are the other crystals?”
“The last I heard they were in California,” he said cautiously. “Sunnydale, California.”
“Then you have to go to it then,” she said archly.
“Me,” he squealed.
“Of course you,” she snapped. “You are not afraid, are you?” she asked, eying him with disfavor.
“Of course not,” he stammered. “It’s just that Isabella was my teacher.”
“You are afraid,” she said eying him with disbelief, her eyes alight with laughter.
She continued laughing.