Chapter 3
“Not important.”
He stepped forward, holding the black box right in front of her. It was two feet from her face. She saw it closely in the dim light, it was not a gun. Was it a needle? A syringe? Tracy took a step backwards, anything to get a little farther away from him. Who could it be? Someone who knew her real name, where she would be at that exact moment, and had a key like hers to get in. She didn’t know someone like that existed.
“Open. The. Safe.”
“I..uh…”
“NOW!”
She turned to face the safe, then paused. She turned to face him.
“You won’t kill me. You CAN’T kill me. Or you won’t ever get into the safe. You NEED me.”
“I am not going to kill you. At least not right away. Inside this box I have a slow, eroding acid that eats away at you from the inside out. You won’t die immediately, It will take a few hours of searing pain.”
Tracy got out her dial receptor and leaned towards the safe. She dropped down on one knee. And dropped it, just far enough so that she had to take a step away to pick it up. She leaned away from him, turned, and kicked him in the groin, hard. She sprinted out of the room as fast as she could. She went running down the hall with only two things on her mind: make it out alive and don’t drop the bars of platinum. Up the stairs, around the corner, into the courtyard. The place was crowded with people, so if anything happened to her, people would see. Panting, she turned around. Tracy saw the man running towards her. He was getting closer. She took half of a second to get her breath back and took off again.
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