“I haven’t got the virus. I’ve been tested.”
“Then you’ll die from something else. Suffocated in your sleep, most probably. If you live that long.” Connor walked the three paces to the door and pulled on the handle.
“You’re funny. I like you. I’m Dale. Did I mention that?”
“You mentioned that you were going to tie the sheet around your neck and hang yourself from the top bunk.” Connor sat down again.
“I did not.” Dale started laughing.
“What are you, Dale? Black ops? The Drop? Or just another lab rat?”
Dale giggled into his hands. With his Cheshire cat grin removed, Connor noticed his eyes for the first time. One was blue, the other brown. They weren’t both on the same page. One looked at Connor – in fact, seemed to look straight through him – while the other one roamed the cell.
“I’m the saviour of humanity.”
Right. That explained everything. Connor had finally been thrown into a padded cell. A cheap one, with no actual padding.
Debbie spoke from the allegedly sane side of the bars. “Imagine. You’re finally doing something positive with your life.”
Connor approached the bars. Not the kind of bars he was used to approaching. And not the kind of reception he was used to receiving.
“Alright. You’ve made your point. Now let me out. Or get your top off. Or both.”
Connor grinned at her through the bars, hoping they hadn’t installed some kind of shock collar while he was out. He reached a hand towards his neck, to check.
But she smiled back sweetly. “All in good time. We’ll be moving out shortly. This place has seen too much movement over the past few days. Somebody must have noticed. Once we’re in the new safehouse, we can get down to business.”
“And save humanity?” Dale was on the edge of his bunk, bouncing up and down with unrestrained excitement.
“Yes, Dale.” She looked over Connor’s shoulder, smiling even more sweetly. “Now you get to save us all.”
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