Chapter 7
Eric was waiting in his office when Drakon returned from letting off some steam. He had laid a badly bent crowbar on Drakon's desk. He had also managed to calm himself enough so that his hands no longer shook.
Drakon picked up the crowbar, turning it over in his hands as he examined it. "Rumors have circulated through the security world for years about a car. It wasn't merely bullet proof. It was indestructible. It was also said to be intelligent. Some rumors claim it's a black 1982 Trans Am. Others claim it's a black 2000 Corvette. Last year, a new rumor sprang up about a midnight blue GMC Canyon."
Drakon put the crowbar back on his desk, then went and sat down in the leather chair.
"No one has been able to substantiate these rumors. Anyone with any ties to the rumors won't talk. Tear that truck apart! Use whatever means you have to. I'll deal with the girl!"
A relieved look on his face, Eric picked up the crowbar and left.
Drakon picked up the phone again.
"Put everything on prerecorded loop and lock the place down." With everything on prerecorded loop, Drakon and his guards could move about the premises without their eavesdropper knowing anything was going amiss.
"Yes, sir!"
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Not really expecting to be able to fall asleep, Michaela went to her room.
About an hour after she'd lain down, she heard the door to her room whisper open.
Not sure of the person's intent, she was unprepared for the rag that was thrust over her nose and mouth.
She bucked violently against the pressure of the rag, and tried to hold her breath, but her assailant was just too strong. In the struggle, her earwig slid out of her ear, to settle unseen under the edge of the pillow.
Seeing stars from lack of air, Michaela had no choice but to draw breath. Within several heartbeats, she was out cold.