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2030-JONE
VIII The Production of Chaos
The door of the car was open waiting for Tom’s arrival. He walked out without looking back hoping this would help the illusion that he didn’t care about the girl knowing the men wouldn’t buy the trick. Corin had lost a daughter, and killing the girl would be the perfect revenge. He also knew that with Corin it was per- sonal, and his men would be back to secure his revenge if they could.
“Do you have any questions about the folder?” asked one of the men.”
“No. I understand exactly what I am supposed to do.”
“Good. We have been instructed to take you to the work- place first.”
The engine came to life, and the car pulled away with a lurch.
“Just for the record, suppose I had questions about the folder?” Tom questioned.
“Then our orders are to take you directly to Corin,” the driver said without turning around.
“I see. By the way, which one of you is in charge?”
“You are,” both men said in unison.
“Me?”
“Yes Sir, Nathan, the lead guard, answered. “We are to see to
it you go where you need to go and get what you need.” “Who reports to Corin?”
No one answered.