I'm Dealing With Morons
“Traitor? What the hell you talking about? Untie us.â? I tried to hide the panic in my voice as I struggled to break free from the riot cuffs that bound my hands.
“Don’t play me Phil. I know you’ve been working with Jim, feeding him information on our guidance system. They knew exactly when and where to strike.”
“Jim? Who’s Jim?â? I tried to keep him talking while I pulled a pocket knife from my back pocket and began cutting through my cuffs. “Talbot? I’ve never even heard of the guy until a few hours ago.â?
“We have a record of his username logged into your PC. Why would he be in your office if you didn’t know him?â?
Halfway through the cuffs, I needed to keep this idiot talking. “You moron! I hacked into his account to get some dirt on BioWeps.â?
“You two were the only ones not affected by the nano swarm. If you’re not working with them, then why are you still alive?” He had a point. “We’re going to let Tom deal with you once we get to Site B in two hours.â?
As he turned to walk away the cuffs snapped free.