Chapter XI
THE SHADOW APPEARS
HARRY sighed as the minutes ticked by. Bruce hadn't flinched from his spot, over by the door in the far corner, for that past two hours. It was a bit unnerving to Harry. It seemed like Bruce was just waiting for him to flinch the wrong way and pounce on him. He twisted his wrists to relieve some of the pain, but it was only a temporary relief. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders slowly began to throb and then ache.
An audible groan and then a thud was heard from the far corner. He turned to find Bruce no longer standing in his original post, but now he was lying prostrate on ground. Soon the same dark, shadowy creature started to undo the cuffs around Harry's wrists. He recognized the slouch hat and red scarf around the lower face of the creature's face as belonging to none other than his mysterious employer, The Shadow!
By the time Vincent was freed, another guard, sent to relieve Bruce, was upon them. The Shadow wasted no time in disabling the assailants. In no time at all, Harry found himself outside and whisked into a cab.
"Next time, keep focused at the things at hand, especially while on assignment." A dark whisper from the corner of the cab remarked. It was the voice of the Shadow.
"Y-yes, sir." Vincent didn't know to either be relieved or scared.
"You have a new assignment."
Vincent nodded and awaited his new mission.
"You are to get as much information from Jessie Atkinson as possible and report directly to Fellows."
Vincent nodded.
"I want information from her past. I have a feeling that there is something more to this than what it currently known."
"Yes, sir."
The cab swerved to the curb not far from Jessie's house and Vincent stepped out. As soon as he closed the door, the cab was on its way again. He shuddered for a moment realizing he just had a close brush with the wrong side of his employer, something he never wished to do again. When Vincent got his bearings, he realized it was at the intersection he needed to be at to head to the grocery store. This time turning the right direction, he quickly gathered the items he needed, quite surprised to still find the list in his coat pocket, and headed back to Jessie's.
"WHAT took you so long?" Jessie asked when Harry entered the door. "What happened to your wrists?"
Vincent looked down at his wrists. They weren't as bad as before, but they were still red and slightly swollen. "I don't know."
Jessie took the bag from Vincent's arms and grabbed some ice from the freezer. "Sit down and put this on. It should help reduce the swelling." She wandered back into the kitchen. "Are you allergic to anything?"
"I guess so. I just don't know what." He continued his little fib, hoping she would soon drop the subject.
"Well, just be careful."
He heard the sounds of pans clanking and knew she was done, for now.
THE SHADOW APPEARS
HARRY sighed as the minutes ticked by. Bruce hadn't flinched from his spot, over by the door in the far corner, for that past two hours. It was a bit unnerving to Harry. It seemed like Bruce was just waiting for him to flinch the wrong way and pounce on him. He twisted his wrists to relieve some of the pain, but it was only a temporary relief. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders slowly began to throb and then ache.
An audible groan and then a thud was heard from the far corner. He turned to find Bruce no longer standing in his original post, but now he was lying prostrate on ground. Soon the same dark, shadowy creature started to undo the cuffs around Harry's wrists. He recognized the slouch hat and red scarf around the lower face of the creature's face as belonging to none other than his mysterious employer, The Shadow!
By the time Vincent was freed, another guard, sent to relieve Bruce, was upon them. The Shadow wasted no time in disabling the assailants. In no time at all, Harry found himself outside and whisked into a cab.
"Next time, keep focused at the things at hand, especially while on assignment." A dark whisper from the corner of the cab remarked. It was the voice of the Shadow.
"Y-yes, sir." Vincent didn't know to either be relieved or scared.
"You have a new assignment."
Vincent nodded and awaited his new mission.
"You are to get as much information from Jessie Atkinson as possible and report directly to Fellows."
Vincent nodded.
"I want information from her past. I have a feeling that there is something more to this than what it currently known."
"Yes, sir."
The cab swerved to the curb not far from Jessie's house and Vincent stepped out. As soon as he closed the door, the cab was on its way again. He shuddered for a moment realizing he just had a close brush with the wrong side of his employer, something he never wished to do again. When Vincent got his bearings, he realized it was at the intersection he needed to be at to head to the grocery store. This time turning the right direction, he quickly gathered the items he needed, quite surprised to still find the list in his coat pocket, and headed back to Jessie's.
"WHAT took you so long?" Jessie asked when Harry entered the door. "What happened to your wrists?"
Vincent looked down at his wrists. They weren't as bad as before, but they were still red and slightly swollen. "I don't know."
Jessie took the bag from Vincent's arms and grabbed some ice from the freezer. "Sit down and put this on. It should help reduce the swelling." She wandered back into the kitchen. "Are you allergic to anything?"
"I guess so. I just don't know what." He continued his little fib, hoping she would soon drop the subject.
"Well, just be careful."
He heard the sounds of pans clanking and knew she was done, for now.