20
The motel room was a dark and dreary place, with only a little sunlight drizzling through the window onto a bed with red blankets pulled up to the pillows. The brown carpets looked a little worn, and the round wooden table had cracks in its surface.
Ben felt a little worn out himself.
After quite a bit of coaxing from Director Morane, the Earth politicians had agreed to proceed with their plan. Undercover operatives had put the word out that they were willing to sell Amps to whomever would buy. This very morning, the police officer that Jack had befriended sent a message that they had a taker.
Ben wore a pair of dark green pants and a black shirt that felt a little snug. “So this is where your people conduct nefarious deals,” he murmured. “I have to admit the setting is right.”
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