Mousy gets a text, then smiles. “My men in the tunnel say the EMF is off. Well done.”
Huh? I didn’t do anything.
Then, Tony S. gags me, ties me to some metal shelving, and then places what looks like tan clay onto the control panel. On top of this, Mousy places a bunch of electronics wired to the guts of a phone. I’ve watched enough action flicks to recognize a C-4 bomb when I see one.
Even though I’m about to die, I can’t help but wonder why.
So, as they exit the control room, I call out, “Why? What do you want with the tunnel?”
She laughs, almost pretty in an evil kind of way. “I guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. The new tunnel runs only a few blocks from The Capitol. From there, it’s a hop skip and a jump to The White House. Get it? Bye now. It was very nice meeting you.”
The door shuts with a solid clunk and except for the C-4, I’m left completely alone in the control room.
