Chapter Ninety-Six

Amirah / The Bunker, Afghanistan

“HE’S COMING!”

Amirah turned away from the big glass cage in the central lab as Abdul hurried into the room. Her only reply to his outburst was a slow smile.

“Did you hear me?” he demanded. He had a Kalashnikov hanging by a strap from his right shoulder and his face was dark with anger.

“I heard you, Abdul,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy.

“Well what are your orders? Should I have him killed?”

Amirah blinked very slowly, once, twice. “Kill Sebastian?” She abruptly laughed as if it were all a wonderfully funny joke. She covered her laughing mouth like a teenage girl. “Is he alone?”

“He has his assistant with him, and a driver.”

“Good. Let them come.”

“Come? Come here?” he echoed, incredulous. “Amirah he has to be aware of what we’re doing. He’s coming to shut us down!”

“Shut us down?” She laughed again.

Abdul stared at her. Amirah’s eyes were almost glassy. She looked drugged. Or worse, drunk! But that was unthinkable.

“You certainly don’t want him to come in here. Not now. Not when he knows.”

She shook her head. “How long until he gets here? Into the bunker?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Assemble the staff in the dining hall, Abdul.”

“For what reason?” he demanded, and for a moment the dreamy look on Amirah’s face solidified into something else. Something cold and reptilian that glared out at him through her beautiful eyes. Abdul took an involuntary step backward.

Amirah’s lip curled and she turned away to stare through the glass at the monsters she had made. Four of them, each one clawing at the inside of the reinforced glass walls, their eyes burning like black stars.

“You have your orders, Abdul,” she said without turning.

He backed toward the door, his anger warring with his doubt. He watched Amirah put both her palms on the glass and then lean forward so that her cheek was pressed against the cool surface as the four monsters clustered on the other side, tearing at each other to try and get to her.

Abdul fled.


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