Chapter Twelve
A Dawn Appointment.
Helen Rider opened her desk draw and lifted the manila folder up to reveal a glock 17, hidden under the pile of paper work. She picked it up, taking with it a supply of extra ammo. She had made up her mind she was going to do this, she had betrayed Alex and now it was time she made up for it. She slipped the glock into the pocket of her jacket and curled her hand round the gun, her index finger on the trigger, and her thumb poised on the safety lock. She knew getting in the cell would be no problem; it was getting in there alone. Even if she managed it the guards would know that something wasn't right. It was like being on big brother, even the walls had eyes! She left her office and strode purposefully towards the room were Alex and his father were being held. No-one got in way but as she turned the corner she saw the two guards stood in front of the door, blocking her entry.
"You can't go in, Steele's in there." Phillip Steele, head of Scorpia after Mrs Rothman was disposed of. What's he doing here? This was bad news; her plan would never work if he was there. Maybe her gun might get some use after all.
"I know that, he has just called asking for me! He needs some help with the kid." The guards seemed unsure but Helen stood there unflinching until finally they stepped aside. God we need to hire smarter guards, how do they expect him to have any signal from inside a room with walls that could withhold a nuclear explosion!
Alex was knelt on the floor, his bandaged wrists tied behind his back and attached to his bound ankles. Then just in case, Steele was pointing a gun at him. It looked like Alex wasn't going anyway at the moment. Phillip Steele looked up as the door closed behind her, his eyes twinkled maliciously. "Ah, Mrs Rider I was just telling Alex how much we would hate him to miss his dawn appointment with death!"
A/N Sorry it is so short but I think they all will be from now on. Just to keep you waiting. Muhahahahahaha.