Katie and William’s plan worked pretty well but then they are professionals who in fact don’t fail at everything they try. (Ahem)
They managed to capture the (unbelievably gorgeous) woman/villain. I’m being entirely serious when I say she is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Ever. (I mean I’m straight but not straight enough to stop staring at her.)
Anyway Katie was ready to “make her sing like a bird” (That sounded cooler in my head.) but she was apparently all too happy to tell them everything they wanted to know. (With her beautiful lips... stop it Lee) She explained that most of the organization was just waiting for the chance to take Eli down and whoever managed it would take his place. (Wow all that power and Eli’s still Johnny nae pals.)
So the plan had worked and we were on our way to Eli with one bad guy in our clutches already. Things were looking good. I had found a place to shower (and so no longer smelled or looked like an old sock) and change. Time to relax and rest up before the big scary mission right?
Of course not.
Because when things seem to be going well, when I am feeling focused and maybe even a little confident, well that’s when he shows up isn’t it?
It’s not enough for him to still exist (as if that wasn’t bad enough). No he has to rub it in my face by showing up and being all evil and smug at me (and compromising my bladder control while he’s at it… what? He’s flipping scary.)
I can’t possibly measure how much I hate the way he says the word Friday. It’s like nails on a chalkboard, or the thought of biting down on a bit of tinfoil. (Blegh!) Feeling a hand over my mouth and being dragged into a nearby cabin is upsetting enough (see section on bladder control) without having to hear that too.
The whole thing happened in a flash. I was just walking down the corridor and I hear “Hello Friday, you’re looking well. Mind if we have a little chat?” by the time he had said the last word he had already dumped me onto a seat and was closing the cabin blinds.
I was about to just vanish when (like always) he anticipated me. “If you try to disappear on me I’ll be forced to use this.” In his hands I could see a syringe it looked the same as the one Katie had, (the one with the drug that robbed people of their powers for 12 hours) I hadn’t thought of the possibility that there were more.
Holding the syringe upright (the needle looking bigger than it had in the box at her flat) he took a few steps forward. “I don’t think you want me to take away the only chance you have of surviving this.”
To be continued…
Sorry lots of prep before we arrive tomorrow afternoon. I need my sleep.