THE INTERCEPT

“Guard the doors!” I command to the others, while I chase after the man. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught him and pinned him to the cold ground with my black stiletto boots. He looked scared.

“What do you want from me?” He asks in a shaky voice.

He knew what we wanted, but he was determined to play games. He planned on playing games until someone came and rescued him. But no one was coming; we’ve made sure of that.

“You know what we want Doctor Martins, and we are going to get it.”

He tried on a look of surprise but failed. Finally after a threat and two blows to the face he reached into his pocket finally and pulled out the prototype.

“You won’t get away with this.” He manages to say through mouthfuls of blood.

In a voice so cold that it could have frozen up the face of a little girl, I said; “We already did.”