"It won't take weeks, probably" Martin said. "He heals much faster than a typical human. Just yesterday, he was shot in the leg, and after a few hours of rest he was able to walk, wrestle away my gun, fight back against our attackers, kill them and successfully escape the scene before I could apprehend him again.
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Well, then. Perhaps it won't be more than a few days. Regardless... I believe you have a story to share with me."
Anita and Martin were about to open their mouths.
“yes, but before that, both of you have something to eat and drink. Anita my child, you know your way around the house. There is some food in the kitchen. I know, both of you must not have had anything to eat or drink. Go freshen up.”
The next morning, Anita returned to the garage where they had left Kevin the previous night. The previous night was a long one. After they had freshened filled their stomachs and freshened up, they narrated their story to Professor Antonio. Anita hardly remembered falling asleep. After the daily morning rituals, she sought out the Professor. Walking up from the side, she saw that Antonio seemed to be starting some of his tests. Kevin, was still lying unconscious while the professor worked at a nearby lab table. She did not disturb him.
A day passed. Neither Martin did not see the professor in that period. The Professor had asked them for time to run tests on Kevin. Meanwhile, Anita made meals for the both of them. Martin was mulling over what had happened the last few days. Most of his time passed near the window where he kept on fiddling with the drapes in an effort to keep an eye outside. All said and done, Martin was a cop. And his mind was trained to think of the worst. Half of Martin's mind was occupied with who would attack them and when. Other than making meals or skimming through books from the professor's formidable library, Anita spent her time watching TV.
On Martin's behest she reduced the TV sound volume to as low as it was possible to listen. Martin did not discourage her from watching the TV altogether as there was the possibility that they would be mentioned in the NEWS. Strangely, there was no news of an explosion in the auto shop, or the murder of three strangers on the highway or the missing saviour of the school children, nor of the missing ambulance.
Before driving off with the ambulance the other day, Martin had disabled its GPS tracker. As far as he knew, whoever was following them could not possibly trace them electronically. Though the absence of any news was strange, it was not surprising. Martin had a feeling that whatever game was being played was played at the highest level. Those involved had to be extremely powerful. Unsurprisingly, the NEWS or rather the absence of NEWS reflected that fact.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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