Henry let out an amused laugh as he walked away from the locked room, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.
The fool had walked right into his trap.
Reaching into his ragged coat, he pulled out a battered communicator, its screen flickering dimly. His fingers moved with practiced ease as he dialed a number, and when the line connected, he kept his voice low.
"I got her."
Silence.
Then, a deep, amused chuckle rumbled from the other end.
[Good. Keep her there. We'll come and collect her soon.]
Henry grinned, already imagining the hefty reward he'd get for this.
Maybe even a higher position among the suppliers. If he played his cards right, he could finally crawl out of the filth of this place.
"Oh, don't worry. She's not going anywhere—"
"Whatcha talking about?"
A voice suddenly spoke up right behind him.
Henry's entire body stiffened.
Slowly, carefully, he turned his head—only to come face-to-face with Ethan.
A shiver crawled down his spine.
