I wrote a little more to my previous post. The plot must thicken! - (The writers stage commandment) It's not much but it's enough. Haha.
Maria Salva waited alone in her dark office for word from her pawn on the progress of his mission. Sitting at her desk, she tapped her fingers in impatience. She jumped when the phone rang loudly beside her. Slava stopped her rhythmic fingers and picked up the phone. “Yes?” She asked in a hushed tone
“I have the specimens.”
“How many?”
“Three. Alive and kicking.” The voice answered, “But, not at the moment.”
Maria was pleased. “Good. Bring them to me. You do remember where my building is, correct?”
“Yes, I have the address written down ri--”
“I told you not to do that!” She interrupted, “Burn that paper! Memorize it and burn that paper!” There was no reply. “When will you be arriving?” She asked.
“Half an hour.”
“Good.”
The line went dead and Nathanial was left alone in darkness. The only audible sound was that of the soft slur of the tires on the pavement below. Holloman recalled the night’s events and mentally gave himself a congratulatory handshake for a job well done.
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