A thin old man with thick glasses dared stare back at Fred.
The doctor had just returned after leaving the driver tied and gagged in an abandoned warehouse, three towns away from the capital. Then he’d dropped the tracking device on a passing supply truck. All these took him in less than a quarter of an hour only to come back and find the Major had already disobeyed his orders.
The scientist and the officer were fortunate that a table stood between them. The laboratory equipment and chemicals on top of it were the only things that stopped Fred from throwing the man into the cleaning cabinet at the end of the room. And the Major…
The doctor’s gaze snapped to the officer. In a voice dangerously low, he said: “This isn’t what we’d discussed.”
The Major offered a lengthy reply, vouching for his associate’s trustworthiness and discretion and the need for another pair of hands to complete the work much more quickly.
Underneath the cold mask of calculation, Fred’s anger simmered. (more…)