"Well, well, well," Horace Bartlett turned to look as the two thugs entered the room, pushing Molly ahead of them. He turned back to the bank of video screens, indicating one of them. "I'm glad you followed my instructions about bringing in the child. Did you know you had a stowaway?" He flipped a switch and they all watched the video of the truck pulling into the bay.
"I'll be damned," one of them let a low whistle as the camera angle changed to clearly show Dorothy on top of the truck. "That's Roger Smith's... maid," he said, his tone clearly indicating that he thought another word might be more suitable.
They watched in silence as Dorothy got down from the truck and left the building. "I suppose this means we'll be getting a visit from Roger Smith," the second thug said.
"I certainly hope so," Bartlett said, smiling. "I have a warm welcome planned for him." He rose from the chair. "Take her to our back-up location," he said. "I don't want any trouble from her."
The one holding Molly's arm nodded. Before she even knew what was happening, he pulled the trigger on the stun gun and she slumped to the floor.