Blessed Gesture

Henry reappeared a little while later, consulting some of his lackeys. He threw me a sardonic glance now and then.  I couldn't quite read the glint in his eye, but it didn't make me comfortable.

What was he saying? What had happened to Ezra? Did anything happen to Paulie?

I would’ve started screaming at Henry, but my gag was too tight.

I was powerless.  I knew it, and Henry knew it.

His advisers preceded him out the door. Casting another look to me, he turned to leave, but hesitated.  He waved for them to go ahead without them.  Slowly, he came back to me.

What is he doing?

He ignored my quizzical eyes, reaching behind my head and in a few quick movements he stepped back, letting the cloth gag fall to the floor.

I was stunned.  I would’ve uttered a surprised thank-you, but he pressed a finger to his lips, turned on heel, and briskly strode out as if nothing had happened.

The reinforced steel door slammed coldly behind him.

I was in mild shock, but I didn’t have much time to ponder the "why"s of his action.  A shifting ceiling panel caught my attention.  I watched it in mild shock and wonder.  It slid out of place and dropped suddenly to the floor, a dark, lanky, rather tattered shape landing on top of it seconds after.

The shape straightened up with a grin.


The End

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