In the cabin, Drake rested his face on his hand and stared at the mirror that displayed Debra's every move. "Sir..."

"What do you think she's doing?"

"She..."

Peter looked over and saw Debra curling up in the corner, unmoving.

"Maybe she's scared."

"Scared?"

Drake raised an eyebrow. He'd seen people terrified out of their minds in this same room, but none of them acted like Debra.

That was not fear.

"Make some noise."

"Yes, sir."

Peter went out, and soon after, the muffled sound of women screaming echoed from the adjacent room. Debra, however, remained in the same position. Peter returned. "It's done, sir."

Debra's

tampered with?" he asked,

"Huh?"

out of it, grabbed the keys,

Drake strode forward, yanking her

and

whispered,

it obvious?"

silently

his arms and ordered, "Go

Peter scrambled out, hurrying to fetch

kill Debra. Now

Debra's condition before shaking his head grimly. "Her fever's dangerously high. She

just a fever. What's

doctor shot him a

almost

it

this keepsve

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