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The woman started speaking into her jacket sleeve. I could see out of the corner of my eye the other two starting to jog towards me.I smiled as I approached and grabbed her arm. I spoke into the jacket sleeve.
“This is Kitty Wittgenstein,” I said. “Let’s talk.”
The woman nodded and put her finger to her earpiece. She pulled her sleeve away from me and spoke into it.
“Yes,” she said. “It seems as if she’s onto us.”
The other two arrived. The woman spoke to them. “It’s time,” she said. She turned to me. “Come with us, please,” she said.
Orlando looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You stay here.”
“I’m not sure that’s the finest idea that’s ever sprung forth from your synapses.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “These nice people don’t want to hurt me. Especially considering that if you don’t hear from me in an hour, you’re going to contact the other side and rally the troops.”
I hadn’t had time to fill Orlando in on the identity of sinister1, but he was a clever spark. He knew Bruce was a connection. He’d find a way to get a message out.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“No,” I replied. “But let’s go with it anyway.”
I nodded to the other three and, with that, they started to lead me away.
“Where are we off to?” I asked.
“Someplace secret,” said the woman, who seemed to be the one in charge.
“You’re not going to gas me for the journey or anything, are you?” I said.
“Of course not,” she said. “We’re not the bad guys here.”
I opted not to mention the deadly virus. For one thing, it seemed poor manners. For another, I didn’t want to give them ideas. It would be quite the irony if it was my mention of the virus I saw in the future that inspired them to develop it.
I appreciated irony. But not this kind. So I was going to keep my mouth shut. On that matter anyway.
“I’m Kitty, by the way,” I said.
They nodded.
Okay.
“And you are?” I said.
“Our names are irrelevant,” said the woman.
The Irrelevant Family shuffled me into the back seat of a car, along with one of the brothers Irrelevant. I couldn’t help but notice that between us and the other two was some kind of glass divider.
I tapped on it. “What’s this for?” I said.
Little Miss Irrelevant’s voice came through a speaker beside my door. “It’s a standard issue vehicle.”
They started the car and drove off, pulling out onto the freeway.
“Just relax,” said Young Master Irrelevant, sitting beside me. “I promise you there’s nothing to be alarmed about.”
He’d barely finished the sentence before the car suddenly accelerated. We looked through the divider to see both The Irrelevant Twins slumped in their seats, with some kind of small darts protruding from their necks. And the twin in the driver’s seat seemed to have slumped his foot onto the accelerator.
Oh, perfect.
(to be continued)
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