Angela was frozen stiff. She felt
like a small animal caught up in the grip of a python. She could barely
breathe; every time she exhaled the squeeze was tightened. But it no longer
hurt. She was paralysed by the venom and could no longer feel her skeleton
crumble under the crushing weight. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the numbness.
She wanted to savour this death – but she couldn’t. As she slowly opened them
again she saw the elevator doors closing once more.
She swiped the card once again and
entered the penthouse suite. It was a massive place, covering the entire top
floor of Citadel Towers. She stepped out from the elevator and slowly walked to
the centre of the room where a man lay on a raised hospital gurney. His
breathing was supported by the large machine on his opposite side. The elevator
door beeped as it shut and the man groaned, turning with effort to see who had
come to greet him.
He met her eyes, his own looking
weary and bloodshot. She put the bag down beside his resting place and looked
around the room. The camera was positioned high to the left so it could capture
both Angela and Boss Citadel in one shot. She put the bag at the bottom of the
gurney between the man’s legs. She took out her headset and hooked up the
microphone. A dial tone gave way to a ringing and Bill answered.
“Are you ready?”
“I- I just have to read the letter
and push the button?” Angela’s voice shook as she spoke.
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