I think this chapter may bring a lot of 'loose ends' together and make a more coherent story line for you Readers.
CHAPTER 4:
"Highly disappointed..." Sydney was saying for the fifth time that evening.
"I understand, Sydney," Trapjaw said, growing annoyed. "But our plan is still unfolding perfectly."
Sydney stood from his chair and strode over to the large window that dominated the far wall of the conference room the two men were meeting in. He was a tall man, nearly 6 and one half feet, and his thin figure made him seem even taller. His dark hair was slicked back, and he wore frameless glasses around his grey eyes. His tailored pinstripe suit gave him an air of pure authority, and even the intimidating Trapjaw was affected by his imposing presence.
"Explain to me how things are unfolding perfectly," Sydney asked with a hint of menace in his voice, "Because I don't think you understand the meaning of the phrase."
"Engineer has started manufacturing the mass-production facility and we should be online in six months time" Trapjaw explained to his investor and partner.
"And what of the escaped subject?" Sydney asked, "Have you forgotten about that little hiccup?"
"Hardly a hiccup; I have sent Rachel to find him and Nurse Sweet. They can't have gotten far."
"Rachel?"
"Miss. White." Trapjaw remembered Sydney only bothered to learn his employees' code names.
"Ah, yes, Miss. White. She is very capable." Sydney seemed more relaxed to Trapjaw. Perhaps he was actually beginning to trust his judgment.
"Yes, very, I seemed to have made the right decision in picking her as my apprentice."
"What of Vespucci?" Sydney asked, turning from the window to face Trapjaw.
"What about him?" Trapjaw asked, narrowing his eyes at the mention of his name.
"Was this Nurse Sweet sent by him?"
"Of course she was." Trapjaw said calmly, although quickly becoming more annoyed with Sydney's lack of understanding.
"And you don't see this as a problem?"
"Giovanni Vespucci's day in the sun is long gone, Sydney. He is the leader of a disorganized band of ruffians with minimal funds. The Corps is not a threat anymore, and once Miss. White locates them she will report their location and return immediately to base. Then I will crush the Corps once and for all."
Sydney was silent for a minute; thinking over Trapjaw's plan. In the past he had always trusted his partner's better judgment, understanding that he was better with managing finances than managing employees, but ever since his six billion dollar investment had walked out the front door, he was starting to second guess Trapjaw's decisions. However, he could see no inherent flaw in his plan; The Corps was weak after years of inactivity and the man who had escaped had no idea how powerful he truly was, so (at least for a while) he was no serious threat.
"Fine. But if you fail again, I will cut all of your funding and find myself a new partner." Sydney finally said and with that he turned from the window and walked to the door of the room.
"I will not fail, Sydney. I never fail." Trapjaw said.
"You better not, or I'll be the least of your worries." Sydney turned the handle and exited, leaving Trapjaw alone in the conference room.
Reaching into his jacket, Trapjaw pulled out a white cell-phone and dialed a number. A female voice answered after the third ring, "White."
"Have you located them?"
"Not yet, but I'm close."
"How close?"
"They stayed in a hotel off the highway. Came late and left early. They were heading southwest."
"Pick up on their trail and inform me as soon as you find their location."
"Of course." *click*
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Nurse Sweet could not sleep. Never in her life had she been kept awake by such intrusive thoughts. All she could think about was Rob. Something about him made her mind go haywire. Earlier, she had watched him about to leave her life forever and she had stopped him...actually STOPPED him. Deep down she knew that if it were any other human being she wouldn't have even said two words as they walked out the front door; but for Rob she had actually taken the time to convince him otherwise. She knew it wasn't the fact that they had slept together...it couldn't be. She had slept with many men before and never felt more than in-the-moment passion for them. Rob was different somehow, she just wish she knew how...
Frustrated, Nurse Sweet threw back the covers of her bed and sat up, glancing at the clock on her night stand. The fait green glow read 3:00 am and she rolled her eyes, knowing that she would not be sleeping tonight.
After getting up out of her bed, Nurse Sweet grabbed a white bathrobe that was hanging from a hook on her door, and wrapped herself in it. The old house always got cold at night, and even with the added layer Nurse Sweet shivered. Slowly, she opened the door to the hallway and peered out. To her left and two doors down the faint glow of a light could be seen coming from under the door, illuminating the hard wood floor of the hallway. Nurse Sweet remembered this was Rob's room, and if nothing else he could provide her with some company if he was up as well.
'And why shouldn't he be up?' she thought as she crept down the hall, trying not to wake the other members of the house, 'He's had a lot to think about'
Once she reached his door, she softly knocked before opening the door a crack to peer inside.
"Rob?" she whispered.
"Yeh?" a voice came from within, quiet but not sounding as if the speaker had just woken up.