12 Chapter 11

391 woke with a start. There was a lot of noise outside of the little room in which she was being kept, voices talking frantically and the heavy fall of many feet. The guard who called himself a policeman was on his feet, leaning out the doorframe.

Detective Diana Casey entered at the head of a group of large men in black uniforms, their helmets hiding all but their jaws from sight. A woman in a tight blue skirt and white shirt, her hair pulled high in a bun met 391 s eyes.