“What do you mean where I come in?” Derek gasps in exasperation.
Diane fidgets, looking this way and that before staring right at him. “You are going to break her out. Then you’re going to be a good little spy, and tell me the family’s secrets.”
Derek’s eyes bulge. “What the..”
Her face contorts and turns crimson. She interrupts him. “Listen now. You’ll do exactly as I say. Otherwise, she will face her remaining years behind bars. And you, my friend will have a little, but fatal accident.”
“Wow, you really are such a bitch. Honestly what made you so?” Derek sighs.
For a few moments, there is silence apart from the robotic waiter moving from table to table in the distance.
“I have no choice do I? Not really?” Derek glared at her.
“No, you don’t. And look, we don’t have much time.”
Derek nodded for her to continue speaking.
“When you come back from your next shift, multiple T-35 guns will be left in your apartment. Attach them to your chair and automate as you see fit. I know about the advanced training you received, and that a relative left you a ship. Go wherever she wants and report back.”
Diane smiles. “And no funny business. I know about your cousin.”
“You wouldn’t!”
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