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“Yes,” he said, though he didn’t look happy about what he was hearing. “Yes. Fine. Then how about the one upstairs? The Titan? He’s unconscious. I can kill him in his sleep. I can do it any way you want.”
He sighed and stared up at the ceiling. I eased back slowly to avoid being seen.
“How about if I shoot him with adrenaline and make him sit up?” he said. “That will wake him up and he’ll be full of beans and it’ll make for a good death. I’ll inject him so no one will notice. I’ll let him get in a few good shots before I do him in. Then, picture this, the whore will come back inside and find him dead. And imagine the tearjerker that will be! Then we can help her get right up close to the shuttlecraft and then kill her. Right at the moment when she’s about to escape. The audience will love it!”
He waited a moment as he listened to the other end of the line.
“Of course I’ll make it painful,” he said, spinning a knife around in his hand. “You know me. I’m the last great showman. So it’s a deal? I can go upstairs and kill him?”
I could hear the excitement in his voice.
“I swear, you’re not going to regret this,” he said.
He hung up and breathed a sigh of relief. He gave a loud “Yippee!” and then turned and climbed the stairs.
We had a plan. It was simple and no one would get hurt.
Now it had changed and we were going to have to get our hands dirty.
Why could things never be simple?
I lay back on the makeshift bed Maddy had made. She was a good girl. A brave girl. I only hoped I wouldn’t hear her pained scream in a few minutes.
By what I could make out from Klang’s earlier phone conversation, her safety wasn’t something I needed to worry about. It was mine. They were intending on killing her the moment she reached the shuttlecraft.
Not while I still drew breath, assholes.
I lay perfectly still, my body curled around in a C shape. Klang would have to get close enough to my sleeping form to administer the shot of adrenaline he promised the show’s producers. And no matter which direction he came at me from, I would have him covered.
My legs were curled up, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. If he tried to jab my calf or thigh, I would crack him in the face with a foot. If he came at me on either side, I had my arms bent and ready to lash out and tackle him to the ground.
My eyes were closed but not completely shut. I could just about see through my eyelashes.
His footsteps up the stairs were slow and deliberate.
Thump.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The asshole whistled as he came up. A merry little tune I didn’t recognize. He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look at me.
He froze.
Why was he just standing there?
I hadn’t forgotten anything, had I?
I hadn’t left something out that proved I was now conscious?
I didn’t think so. It wasn’t like we had a lot of possessions up there in the barn loft.
“Are you awake?” Klang said.
Shit!
Maybe he knew I was conscious. Was it the way I was lying here? Did he recognize the position? I didn’t have any military training. I’d made it up on the spot.
Or maybe the producers had a camera up here. I had ruled out the possibility—if they knew I was still awake, they wouldn’t have told Klang to inject me with adrenaline to wake me up before killing me. The section was massive and there was no way they could have a camera everywhere.
