The Nation Chronicles: Book Two (The Nation Chronicles Trilogy 2) by Wendell Sweet

Author:Wendell Sweet [Sweet, Wendell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wendell Sweet
Published: 2020-05-29T22:00:00+00:00

FIVE

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Willie stood nervously in the outer hallway, waiting for Luther to open the door to the small room and let him in. He half hoped he wouldn't. The angry bellowing behind the door scared him and he didn't want to know the reason for it.

Well, it would be pretty damn easy just to leave, wouldn't it? He asked himself... Could he?

No, he decided, he couldn't. When the door opened and Luther allowed him to enter, he would. He wouldn't sneak off down the hallway, or try to hide somewhere in the huge complex like a fuckin' chicken-shit. And even if he did it would do no good. If Luther wanted him, he would find him, and it wouldn't matter where he tried to hide, or how far away he ran. If The Man called, you came, it was that simple.

After all, he himself had taken care of several people who wouldn't give in to what Luther wanted, hadn't he? He had, and he was... Well, he was Luther's right hand man, he supposed, his Main Man. Luther himself had said so, and not more than ten minutes ago the small pager Luther had given him, had gone off with a frantic beeping. The Main Man had been called, and he had to go.

Luther had been gone for two days. Willie didn't know where he had been, and really didn't want to know. Luther came and went as he pleased. Solid walls didn't seem to matter in the least to him. Here one minute, gone the next. It was like living on the edge of a nightmare all of the time for Willie. He never knew where he might, or might not pop up next, or even what he might look like from one time to the next.

Despite dreading when he would next return, it was a lot easier for Willie when he was gone. He hated to be in the same room with him, let alone know he was here and that he could summon him at any moment. All things considered, being in the same room with him was the worst though.

He had gotten used to the stench that emanated from him, but Luther himself was an entirely different matter, and when he was here he expected Willie to be around him almost all the time. He was back now, and as Willie stood in the hallway before the door, he secretly hoped he would leave again... Soon.

He knocked tentatively on the door once more, and stepped back waiting quietly for the door to open. His mouth twitched as he waited. The nervous tick had developed just recently, and although Willie tried to control it, or stop it, it was not possible. Even from here, as he waited, he could smell the stench that he knew would be much stronger once the door was opened, a smell of death, almost overpowering in its intensity.

The handle turned and the door swung silently inward, as Luther turned from the computer terminal where he sat.

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