The Liberal Assassin

Screeching noises woke me up.

"What on Spxtro…?"

My question was answered. Blocking the entrance to the room was a very large and heavy machinery. It was also the exact moment I noticed how I was in a different room from yesterday. The new room looked very much like a high-class infirmary despite the lack of beds and the many new additions.

"A little more to your right," Ignacio told the two huffing men and then gave them a thumbs-up when it was in position.

"How did…"

Khronos put a hand on my shoulder and grinned. "It was a tight fit but Ignacio managed to get a delivery wheeler discreetly and transferred everything to my base. Rush and Nash did the heavy lifting."

Nodding numbly at the new machines, my palms began to sweat.

"Everything is in place now," Ignacio announced and gave me a small smile that was nowhere near reassuring.

"Thank you, gentlemen, please give me some privacy with our patient before we commence the meeting. It shouldn't take more than an hour, three hours if our patient isn't feeling cooperative."

Nash grumbled a little as Ignacio nudged him slightly and shoved the old man towards the door. Rush's eagerness at my impending torture session only made the queasiness in my stomach worse.

"I need the washroom," the words blurted out as soon as the door clicked shut. Khronos ignored me and continued to snap on elastic gloves.

As the scientist approached, the palpitations got worse. The moment straps restrained my arms to the bed frame, I started screaming for help. In my weakened state, I could only surrender to fate.