CHAPTER TWELVE
THE NEXT MORNING I SLEPT LATE. Understandably. But unfortunately.
When I awoke alone, with only the fragrance of her perfume and flesh to tell me Mandy Ming had been with me in all her naked splendor, I remembered my half-formed thought of the evening before.
Of getting the prisoners to revolt against their captors. At the time I'd dismissed the idea casually, ironically-telling myself it was hopeless because the prisoners had already been brainwashed into wanting to die in gory gladiatorial combat. Besides, this was to be the General's show. I was to do nothing that might botch up his plans. Even now his fanatical SADISTO agents, my colleagues, were homing in on my tummy transmitter while I released and enjoyed my hard-earned vacation.
Yipes! It hit me like a thunderbal
