Ambush

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  • Dedicated to Uncle Paul
                                    

        Soon after, Pauline and I were alone in the room. I came out of my door. “So,” she said, “where to next?” “Don't know,” I answered, “I've only been in two rooms. Let's go this way.” I pointed to the room I'd come out of just minutes ago. “Okay,” she agreed, “Let's go.” We grasped each others' hand and walked through the door. The room I'd woken up in was crawling with men just like Charles and the other guys. Mostly everyone was murmuring amongst themselves. I saw the man that was at the dashboard by double doors on the other side of the room. “Over there!” I pointed toward him. Pauline nodded, tears still in her eyes. We walked to him.

        “This way.” He said in a manly voice. “We weren't really going to terminate you,” the man said without looking at us, “We just wanted to see how far you'd go. We need you. I'm sure Thunderbeck told you that, Eliot.” “Yep.” I replied. “By the way,” He went on, “I'm Williams. David Williams. But call me Williams. Everyone calls everyone here by their last names, just so you know.” Williams looked at his watch. “Shoot. We're gonna be late.” “Late for what?” Pauline asked. “Our private jet is leaving in two minutes,” he said. “Private jet?” I asked, concerned. “Who said anything about a private jet?” Williams cut in. “Get used to it. There are a lot of surprises around here.”

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