Joshua opened his eyes slightly and watched lights change from green to red. Then full consciousness flooded in and he opened his eyes fully.
He was in some control room, and he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Clamped to a metal cross Joshua felt the irony flood through him as he looked around the room.
“Well, hello your Lordship, or should I call you the Lion or the Lamb?” asked a grinning Thomson.
Joshua turned his head and focused his eyes on the figure who spoke.
“Why have you done this Satan… or should I call you the Serpent or the Dragon?”
“Why? To keep you away from this,” said Thomson waving the laptop in the air.
“I will, open the seals.” Joshua said.
“We’ll see, oh, and don’t bother with all that calling up your Father stuff because this man has his finger on the trigger of a nuclear missile that will wipe out New York City if there’s the slightest bit of that business,” said Thomson resting his hand on the shoulder of a figure sitting before a computer monitor.
“And he’s one of us!” said Thomson laughing as he left the silo.
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