Kovo
KovoThe room they smuggled me into was nothing more than an I.C. bolt hole. Small bed, basic S-Gen machine, and a monitor I could use to see what was happening in the outside world.
They’d locked me into what amounted to little more than an oversized closet. Shoved me inside, told me to keep quiet, and locked me in. They called it a ‘guest’ room. I would never put a guest of mine in a room so small. I paced from one end to the other. Thirteen. Fourteen steps then turn. Back and forth.
Could I break down the meager door with one punch? Absolutely. Would I? That depended on how long they were going to leave me here.
Ten minutes ago, I was so thrilled to be alive and on my way to Adrian that I vowed to wait in this tiny room as long as I must. Hours, if necessary.
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