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Chapter 9

Kilas opened the door to his flat with his keys and went inside, kicking off his shoes as he made his way to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.

It was late in the evening, but he had finished his last safety inspection tour for the day only half an hour ago. The museum had already been closed for two hours.

Nothing interesting had happened after Martha Jones and Firala had left the museum, and nothing had indicated that anyone knew about him helping the two women, but Kilas couldn't shake off the bad feeling. Maybe it was just because he was afraid of getting caught. Now that he knew what Anres was capable of doing for his collection he didn't want him to think he was a danger to it.

Kilas opened the fridge to get a few things for his dinner when his eyes caught a small device at the inside of the door of the fridge that started to blink the moment he opened the door. Kilas had spent enough time as a security guard, and working for the military before that, to know what that small device was. It was a bomb. And he had only seconds left before it would explode.

Without wasting any time he turned around and started to run towards the door of his flat and down the stairs. Just as he reached the foot of the stairs the bomb exploded behind him and he was thrown to the floor. He immediately struggled back to his feet and made his way out of the building as fast as he could.

He only stopped when he reached a street some distance from his destroyed flat. The street was full of people, mostly tourists, so he figured that no one would try to kill him here. He sank down on a bench and leaned forward, staring at his feet. He was only wearing socks and his feet hurt from running the distance.

He took some deep breaths to calm himself down. Someone wanted to kill him and he was pretty sure this person was Anres. Now he knew exactly how far Anres was ready to go to keep his collection safe.

Kilas looked up again and let his gaze wander over the crowd. He thought he saw a flash of blue scales, but the person disappeared behind a corner before he had a chance to make sure it was really Giranlo. He had to get away from here. Anres would surely not give up after his first attempt to kill him had failed. And he needed help. But who would help him? The police would just look away as long as Anres paid them enough money, like they always did. His only chance was to prove to everyone what Anres was doing. And to do that he needed to find Martha Jones.

...

Martha let out a sigh and rubbed her tired eyes. She was back in Firala's hotel, and she and Firala were currently sitting in an office, looking at a computer screen. They had now reached a point in their investigation where they didn't know what to do next. They had used all of Firala's contacts and found out everything they could about Anres and his museum, but they hadn't found anything that could help them to save the Doctor.

"You need to sleep," Firala told her.

Martha nodded. The worry and the sleepless last night were beginning to catch up with her. She had trouble keeping her eyes open.

"You're right," Martha said. "But we need to get back to the city very early tomorrow. I want to talk with Giranlo. We'll somehow manage to get him to help us get through that secret door."

Firala nodded. Martha stood and made for the door when Firala stopped her.

"Martha, when we talk to Giranlo tomorrow we could get into real trouble. He is a criminal. And probably dangerous. I don't know if I'm brave enough to do this."

"You helped me a lot today. I won't ask you to come with me tomorrow if you don't want to," Martha replied.

"Aren't you afraid?" asked Firala.

"Of course I am. But I know I have to do all I can to help the Doctor."

"I wish I was as brave as you," Firala said.

"You are very brave, Firala. Maybe more then me. You don't even know the Doctor and still you helped me."

"Only because I felt guilty for helping Anres capture him in the first place." Firala pushed her hair out of her face. "I will come with you tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Martha asked.

Firala nodded and gave her a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Martha returned her smile and turned to walk to her room.

...

She had just settled down on her bed when someone knocked on her door.

"Martha, it's me," Firala called. Martha got up again to open the door, putting on a dressing grown on the way.

"There is someone here who wants to talk to you." Firala stepped aside to let her see the person who was standing behind her. It was the security guard they'd met in the museum that day. He looked very shaken and dirty, and he wasn't wearing any shoes.

Martha opened the door wider and stepped out into the corridor.

"What happened to you?" she asked, afraid of what he was going to tell her.

"Someone tried to kill me. There was a bomb in my flat. I guess Anres found out I helped you."

Martha saw the fear in Firala's eyes as she exchanged a glance with her. She wondered if she now regretted her decision to come with her.

"I'm so sorry," she said to the security guard. She felt guilty. This man had almost been killed just because he had helped her.

"It's not your fault. Anres was the one who ordered someone to kill me. He needs to be stopped. And I think I have no other choice but to help you stop him. That's what you're doing, isn't it?"

"Yes. And first of all we need a way through that secret door we saw in the CCTV footage."

"I can help you get into the museum," the security guard said. "I know it better than the back of my hand and I know how the security works. But how do you plan to open the door?"

"The only two people who can open the door as far as we know are Anres and Giranlo," The man nodded. "Anres would never do anything to endanger his collection. We need to somehow get Giranlo to open the door. "

"You mean force him to open it? I think that could work. He is a coward."

"Maybe, but I want to talk to him first."

"Alright, but I don't think talking to him without threatening him will help."

"We'll see." Then it occurred to her that she'd never learned the man's name. "What's your name?" she asked him.

"I'm Kilas."

"I glad you're here, Kilas, even if I'm sorry you got caught into this mess. We need all the help we can get."

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