A very short chapter, but important. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Mullet Fingers was breathing fast. His forehead was gleaming with sweat. Beatrice held his hand tightly.
"We need to get him to a hospital." She informed Agent Hartman as they roared down the highway.
"After we meet with the president. It's crucial we get to the rendezvous point on time." Said Hartman.
Mullet Fingers let out a sigh. Beatrice pulled him down onto her lap and stroked his hair. She could feel his heart pounding fast on her leg. She and Roy exchanged worried glances. Suddenly, the car swerved and went down into an underground parking lot.
"I thought you said we were going to the air port." Roy asked.
Hartman didn't answer. Mullet Fingers's breathing had slowed down, he'd passed out. The car stopped.
"Get out of the car." He said, picking something up off the passenger seat.
Roy and Beatrice did so. They leaned Mullet Fingers up on the side of the car. Then he led them over to a bar and told them he had to handcuff them to it.
"It's standard procedure when meeting with the president." He said. Roy eyed him skeptically.
He then blindfolded them without giving a reason. He walked back to Mullet Fingers who was still lying against the car. He reached into his suit and pulled out a black pistol. Hartman loaded it and pointed it at Mullet Fingers's head. He pulled the trigger.
BANG! Something hard hit Agent Hartman in the back of the head. His gun missed Mullet Fingers's head but half an inch. A tall, freckle-faced, blond man had hit him. The man kicked the gun out of Hartman's reach and produced his own and pointed it at Hartman.
"Tell me, after killing my son exactly what did you expect I'd do? Forget about it? Hm?" The man asked.
"I-I-I only did w-what M-M-Mr. Viseige asked me to d-d-d-do." Stammered Hartman.
"Agent Hartman? What's going on?" Beatrice called.
Hartman didn't answer, he was staring worriedly at the pistol aimed at his head. The man kicked Hartman in the head with his boot and knocked him unconscious. He then ran over and released Roy and Beatrice.
"Who are you? What did you do to Agent Hart-"
"That is not Hank Hartman, he's an imposter working under the Vice President." The man cut over her.
He went over to Mullet Fingers and was about to untie the bandages on his ankle when Beatrice stepped in his way.
"Get out of my way." He said darkly.
"No." Beatrice replied.
"Please get out of my way. My son needs medical attention, and I'm afraid if you refuse to let me help him I will have to render you unconscious." The man said simply.
"You aren't touching my brother." She said.
The man let out a sigh, reached into his pocket, then pulled his hand out and flicked some sand in Beatrice's face. The next moment, she was lying on top of Mullet Fingers's legs. The man moved her. Roy stepped forward.
"Please don't make me do that again, sleep-sand is very hard to come by these days and I'd rather not waste it." He said.
When Roy did nothing, the man undid the bandages on Mullet Fingers's ankle. Blood began oozing instantly. The man examined it for a second, then took off his glove and pressed his index finger on the top of the wound and slowly ran it down the incision. Roy was amazed, the injury had vanished! The man put his glove back on and shook hands with Roy.
"Travis Bridger," he said ", but you can call me Trav."