I heard the sound of running footsteps and glanced up. My face was carved with annoyance as I stared into the eyes or a woman, probably just into her twenties. She looked frightened, and hence I grinned.
“Boss, we’ve got a problem! Our officers are headed the wrong way, the fugitives are coming here well armed. We sent out all of our troops—should we move her?”
“No,” came the reply, “We can’t have that. Those two are well-known operatives of our organization—this girl here could join them. But they resisted, and both proved to have strong mental blocks. When they come, we’ll detain them and remove those blocks.”
The woman nodded and gulped, then ran from the room. The man, who I’d now found to be called ‘Boss’, grinned and looked across to me.
I frowned. He grinned. What does he have to be so happy about?! I was ranting. But only in my mind, I’m afraid.
If I’d ranted aloud, he’d’ve made me smell the chloroform again, and dang, that stuff smelled nasty! Oh, well. I shut up and waited for my friends.