“We need to run Tabitha, they are trailing us.”
Fear is written all across her face. We start to jog, but they match our pace.
I received a voice message from Leanne: It’s a trap. Get out of here. Then I hear the sound of a thud before it ends.
“Run,” I shout out.
They start to run too.
We run out from under the pyramid, but immediately stop. There are more armed men in front of us. We are surrounded.
Everything was for nothing. I suddenly feel cold before a flash of pain from the back of my head.
I thought that was my end – my only concern, the fate of Tabitha. But it wasn’t.
My next conscious thought was the feeling of being unable to move. Instinctively, I tried to raise my arm, but it was to know avail. I shook my head and opened my eyes. I was strapped down on a bed, a gag stuck in my mouth.
I moved my head to the right, where I was confronted by a white wall.
The view, on the other hand, was much more impressive – You could see the Earth, North Africa to be precise.
Where am I, and what has the Emperor planned for me?
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