Waking a Miracle - Part 26
Footsteps rumbled along the hallway behind him as a cadre of guards tailed him through the warehouse. It was a conference on the move, mostly to avoid the roaming, prowling Trask. After their last confrontation, George was not looking forward to the next run-in, especially not this close to the completion of his scheme.
"So," George began.
This was not going as well as he'd planned. Not at all. Lane wasn't scaring in the slightest. And the factor that he thought he could rely on -- Clark Kent's submissive nature -- was all but gushing away before his eyes like blood from a gaping wound. If he were to kill Lane, Clark Kent would never remain silent. Never. And that was a fact he had banked on.
"Kill them," he said to the guard walking behind them. "Take Trask's extra Beretta from my hotel suite and the other sample of that rock and kill them both. After the press conference or during, I don't care. Dump them in the bay, but don't weight them down. It will just be more evidence against Jason."
"Yes, sir," the guard in front replied, and the six of them that had been following him were suddenly gone, leaving his footsteps unaccompanied in their echoes across the walls.
He glanced at his watch. A few more hours and this would all be over.