Sydney knew the invitation was a trap, but it was one she could not refuse as she and Racine entered. The stairs lead to a narrow tunnel that gradually widended the further they progressed. They cautiously entered what looked like a small antechamber, there was barely enough light to see by. As she scanned the room she did not see anyone, but her instincts were telling her differently.
A shot rang out and Racine cried out in pain. "Johnson?" Sydney said as he stepped out of shadows pointing a gun at her.
"Don't worry I'm not going to kill you, Richarde has other plans, I'm just here to get rid of the bitch." Johnson said as he moved to stand over Racine's still body. "NOW MOVE, he doesn't like to be kept waiting" Sydney reluctantly moved away from Racine as he motioned with the gun for her to enter the West tunnel
As Johnson knelt down to look at his handiwork, a sudden look of utter surprise crossed his face as he felt the knife blade slice through his throat. As he lay dying on the floor he saw Racine standing above him as everything faded to black.
Sydney rushed to her side "I'm fine, It's only a flesh wound." She saw the look of confusion on Sydney's face. "Things are not always what they seem, shadows have a way of playing tricks on the eyes."
Syndey entered the Cross's chamber alone. Ricarde was there waiting for her.
"So nice to see you again Ms. Fox, I hope Mr. Bailey is well." he said with a smug smile. "Do you know what this is?" he said as he held up a crude black doll. "I know this is a poor representation of Mr. Bailey, but it will have to do."
Sydney saw the doll had pins sitcking out of it's arms and legs, she was reminded of the excruciating pain she had felt in her shoulder caused by a similar doll Devereaux had made of her.
MEANWHILE,
Nigel felt blinding pain in his arms and legs as he struggled to break from his bindings. What had once been ropes had now become hideous snakes and as he looked, he saw their fangs start to bite into his flesh.
Go to Part Twelve.