Murderer: Turncoat Trilogy Book 2

Chapter 2.2

Tawny pursed her lips. "Then kill me," she said.

The woman tilted her head. "That's an interesting reaction."

Tawny shrugged and leaned back in the chair. "There's a murdered Dead Head officer in the woods, if you think that his body hasn't been found by whoever was left in their group, you're wrong. They'll scour these woods for days to find me and if you think they'll miss this area, you're dead wrong. I'd rather you kill me, then give them a chance to get me."

She nodded slowly and frowned, "I think you're jumping the gun a little here, you might like it here."

"I would like to leave."

"Well that can't happen."

"May I leave this room?"

She nodded. "Yes, but only with a guard."

I nodded and she stood. "Welcome," she smiled.

She left the room and I stood up. Walking over to the door, I rubbed my empty wrist. Turning the knob, the door was locked. Hissing in frustration, I turned back to the room. I walked over to the window and looked down. The ground was two stories below, a soft grass area surrounded by trees. Looking down at my legs and then to the ground, I began to search for the switch to open the window.

"There's nothing to open the window," a soft voice said behind me.

Gritting my teeth, I turned around to see a young girl standing there in a plain white dress. She carried a stack of towels and a few more dresses. "And just why is that?"

"The windows don't open," she said simply. "Mama asked me to bring these to you. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Yes, my wrist interface. I need it."

"I'm sorry, I can't get that, it won't work here anyway."

Narrowing my eyes, I licked my lips. "Look, I need that to maintain my bionics. Get it for me."

She set the towels and clothes down on the end of the bed. "I'm sorry, but you won't need it here, I promise. We have people to maintain bionics, you needn't worry about it."

Only I maintained my bionics. Nobody touched them except me. "There are bionics in me that you can't see. I need my wrist interface, please."

She looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, I can't get it for you. I will talk to mama, but I can't get it."

She walked to the door. "You can't open the window, if you want some air, the panel by your bed will activate some fans."

"I don't want air, I want out. I have people waiting for me, I need to get out. I will break that window if I have to."

"The window won't break. Please, give this place a chance, you might like it here." She smiled. "I'll be right down the hall, you can call me as the panel. Dinner is at six o'clock, you should join us downstairs."

"And just how am I supposed to do that without my wrist interface?" I snapped at her.

"A guard will come get you,"

I nodded and she left, the door closing behind her. Walking over to the bed, I sat and began playing with the panel. I scrolled through the options, looking for anything that I could use to get out. The panel contained hundreds of options, calling other rooms, calling guards, food, games, anything I could possibly want if I actually wanted to stay. Climate control, lighting control, sound control, external window overlay controls. Interesting. Tapping the option, a window popped open telling me I wasn't allowed access to the options.

Clearing the screen with a wave of my hand, I walked over to the window and tapped it. It felt like a regular pane of glass, but the picture wavered a little, barely noticeable, but still there. Walking over, I grabbed the chair from desk and flung it at the window. The metal crashed into the glass, the entire picture quivering for a moment before going back to pristine and normal. I grabbed the chair and flung it again. Again, the image quivered and stuttered before returning to normal.

I heard the hiss of hydraulics as the door opened behind me as I flung the chair at the glass a third time. A pair of strong arms wrapped around me as the glass cracked a little, the image around the area freezing and presenting an error code. I flung my head back and felt a satisfying crack. Whomever held my arms released me and staggered backwards. I grabbed the chair again and flung it at the glass.

The window shattered, smart glass raining down onto the floor, its circuity exposed and flashing errors and warnings before going clear. Behind the glass sat a small dark room with a terrified man sitting in a chair behind several monitors. His desk was covered in glass and his eyes were wide with terror. An arm wrapped around my neck and something stabbed into my neck.

My throat constricted and I reached up to grab my throat, only to meet a thick, meaty arm there. I clawed at it and wheezed. My legs went slack and...I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel my legs. What did they do to me? My struggles got weaker as darkness closed over me.