By what Norman and Martin had discussed on the run,It was easy to conclude that Kevin pined, like others of his kind, maybe, for freedom. But do all intelligent creatures crave for freedom? Why did the others not escape? Or was it that only Kevin was successful? Or were there others like Kevin who had escaped?
Was it possible that another agent like Martin somewhere would be trying to track down others of Kevin‘s kind? Who were these Korean thugs anyway? Were they state sponsored goons? It was clear that there were at least two sets of people chasing them down. One was the guy who shot the Bazooka-Martin had killed him at Antonio’s house. The other was the Korean group who had first attacked Anita’s house.
Both groups seemed to have the same objective, but something else told him that they did not have the same purpose in mind. For one, there was absolutely no sense of co-ordination between the two groups.That was because the two groups, if working together, had enough man-power to capture Kevin,Martin and Anita when they could.
He was concentrating on the road for some time now Norman had fallen asleep.Everything Martin learned was a lot to take in. Genetically engineered Superhumans, a space project gone wrong, the pending creation of war machines, an assassin and some Korean thugs; It all gave him the chills.
The plot had many loose ends, but things were getting clearer.It was like pieces of a Jigsaw puzzle were falling in place.Still the several questions thrown up by these incidents only deepened the confusion.Martin was already exhausted by all the running, the blood, the bullets and the chasing.He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. But no.He couldn’t. This General Stanley Richardson had Anita. And Anita was to be saved and along with her, the world.
It was deep in the dead of night. A few miles before he came to the place, he decided to take stock of the situation. He shook Norman who appeared fast asleep. He did not wake up. Norman seemed to be in deep slumber. Something told Martin it was otherwise. Norman was not breathing. Martin checked his pulse. It was not there.Martin lifted the shirt to see Norman's wound.His whole abdomen had turned dark blue. Norman had bled internally, and profusely. He had lied to Martin that it was a superficial wound.
"Bloody old man!" Martin cursed under his breath while fighting the overwhelming urge to weep. Martin felt personally responsible for Norman's death.
‘Was it necessary?’ Martin asked himself. And then there was Anita!
Anita's life had been in danger from the second she met Kevin on the street several weeks ago, but her life had not been directly in danger until she began working with Martin to find him. In a way, since Anita started to help him, Martin felt responsible for her safety. And now that she'd been taken by someone and was being held hostage, he felt he'd failed her, and himself.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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