Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 94 When the lights came back on, he realized that he was no less than 5 feet away from the very people he had been trailing all afternoon. Swearing to himself, he quickly ducked down behind a desk and crouched on the floor, straining to hear what was going on above him. The chair behind the desk caught the back of his heel as he was diving to the floor and he softly moaned in anger, clutching his heel in pain. It did not appear that any of them had caught sight of him, so he breathed a sign of relief at that knowledge. He wondered where the other assassin was at now but, since he could not do anything from his position on the floor, decided that it was a rather moot point for him to worry about for the time being. His boss' voice echoed above him again, sounding as if it came from a megaphone. "I know you all have some questions and some fears about what I have been doing, but really, you have nothing to worry about. In a few short hours, when the time reaches midnight, I will unleash this jar of insects into the room and you will never again have to worry about anything ever again." He came to a sudden realization, listening to the words of his boss. He had always been a man of action and never a man of thoughts, but his boss really took the cake today. There was no doubt about how mentally screwed up his boss had become in the past 15 years that he had worked for him. And that knowledge made him feel almost inadequate. It should not matter to an assassin whether or not their boss was altogether there in the head, but he found that it did. The thought bothered him greatly, as it meant that the ideals he had been working under were no longer the ideals that existed. Those ideals had vanished, sometime while he was not watching. He was not sure he could continue working for his boss any longer. So now he did not know what to do. Deciding to bide his time until he came up with an idea, he slowly eased his legs out from underneath him and sat Indian style on the floor, resting his back against the desk. 21:25 - 11.30.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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