"They Die By Moonlight" - Part 2

As I opened my eyes I realised that things were bad. I felt like I'd been shot at, gassed and then savagely beaten whilst asleep. Which seemed about right, given that I had been.  "This is going to make a really good blog post" I thought to myself as I struggled to my feet in the dirty stairwell. There were no sounds other than the traffic on the nearby highway, so I figured that Nemisis and his henchmen were long gone. It was still light, although I could just see the last rays of the setting sun on the abandoned building opposite.  As I brought up my watch to find out what the time was I noticed that my glasses needed cleaning. Then I froze. I don't normally wear glasses.

In the earpiece of the glasses a tiny speaker crackled into life. "Aha." A voice rasped in my ear. "I see that you are awake". . It was Nemisis. "That's right, I can see you, I can also hear you, in case you ever say anything interesting or amusing".

"Drop Dead Nemsis". It wasn't much, but it was the best I could muster in the circumstances.

"Oh" he replied. "I'm not doing that any time soon. But I do know someone who might be. Bring in the girl"

I'd forgotten. He still had Beverley, my love, my life, now held hostage. The only glimmer of hope was that I knew she would be trying her utmost to escape and get back to me. Unless they were holding her somewhere with room service.

"Oh Trip" It was her.  "I'm so sorry. I'll get back to you soon. I'm sure it will all work out OK in the end. Just do what he wants and he has promised to release me."

Before I could pass comment on the chances of Nemesis delivering on any of his promises I heard her being dragged away.

"Now then Trip". That hated voice again. "I've left instructions and all the tools you will need in your car. Remember to keep your glasses on at all times.  They contain a rather clever camera and microphone. Whatever you see, we see. Whatever you hear, we hear.  At the first sign of disobedience we suspend room service to Beverly. After that things will get a lot worse...."

His threat hung in the air like a piece of dangerous washing on a line.

"...and remember" he continued. "The first one must die before the moon sets".