7.c.iv.
Franklin Buck
was running again. He’d navigated
through the Black Market and defeated the Prime Mortgage Lenders in a three
fall cage match hammer battle. Now the
Foreign Investors were after him, trying to maneuver him into complex financial
death traps arranged in various back room spaces, secret hallway access
tunnels, and lavish hotel lobbies.
He ducked into
a maintenance closet and held his breath as footsteps passed him by. Franklin Buck exhaled and was about to open
the door and continue on when something in the room flickered. He turned and on the top shelf, next to the
toilet bowl cleaner and drain declogger, were two small cardboard boxes.
The flickering
light was coming from inside these boxes.
One light was
a luminous silver.
The other warm
and golden.