Part 17
The dimly lighted hallway was filled by the sharp sound of someone walking quickly down the hall. The girl threw a cautious look around her before she ducked into the last door on the right. She crossed the small room where a man sat on a chair, waiting.
"Were you followed?" he asked in way of greeting.
"No." the girl affirmed. She slid down on a chair opposite him and he looked at her expectantly.
"Well?" he asked when she didn't say anything. "What's the news you bring me?"
The girl smiled a cold, contemptuous smile. "They're weak. Disappointingly weak. I am almost sorry that they're going to be so easy to defeat. I was looking for a good fight." She replied.
The man frowned. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't want to rush into this with out hard proof of their weaknesses." He told her.
The girl nodded, agreeing, but already tasting the victory she felt was theirs. "Liz Parker's death has left them all vulnerable. With Alex Whitman's death occurring only two weeks ago they don't expect anything to occur so soon." She told him. "This is the best time to strike. Not only are they not expecting us but the King is." she broke off, smiling a little. "Let's just say he's confused right now. From what I gather, he's beginning to question his heritage but at the same time is beginning to turn to his Queen."
The man pondered all of this. Then he shook his head. "No. We can not strike yet." He told her. He dismissed her look of protest with a wave of his hand. "I don't think Max Evans has accepted Liz Parker's death yet. He is grieving yes, but he has not let the finality of it sink in. When it does, it'll break him. He will feel responsible and he will turn to the only one he is able to: Tess. And when he does I want you to be there at all times. That will be his undoing. Trusting his former wife."
The girl smiled slyly at him. "And I'll make sure that things turn out just the way we planned."
TBC.
The dimly lighted hallway was filled by the sharp sound of someone walking quickly down the hall. The girl threw a cautious look around her before she ducked into the last door on the right. She crossed the small room where a man sat on a chair, waiting.
"Were you followed?" he asked in way of greeting.
"No." the girl affirmed. She slid down on a chair opposite him and he looked at her expectantly.
"Well?" he asked when she didn't say anything. "What's the news you bring me?"
The girl smiled a cold, contemptuous smile. "They're weak. Disappointingly weak. I am almost sorry that they're going to be so easy to defeat. I was looking for a good fight." She replied.
The man frowned. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't want to rush into this with out hard proof of their weaknesses." He told her.
The girl nodded, agreeing, but already tasting the victory she felt was theirs. "Liz Parker's death has left them all vulnerable. With Alex Whitman's death occurring only two weeks ago they don't expect anything to occur so soon." She told him. "This is the best time to strike. Not only are they not expecting us but the King is." she broke off, smiling a little. "Let's just say he's confused right now. From what I gather, he's beginning to question his heritage but at the same time is beginning to turn to his Queen."
The man pondered all of this. Then he shook his head. "No. We can not strike yet." He told her. He dismissed her look of protest with a wave of his hand. "I don't think Max Evans has accepted Liz Parker's death yet. He is grieving yes, but he has not let the finality of it sink in. When it does, it'll break him. He will feel responsible and he will turn to the only one he is able to: Tess. And when he does I want you to be there at all times. That will be his undoing. Trusting his former wife."
The girl smiled slyly at him. "And I'll make sure that things turn out just the way we planned."
TBC.
