The Metal Princess
"OK." Sara replied confidently, "I'll work with you."
"Good." the man said happily, "These surgeons will have you out of here by tomorrow, and you will be immediatly escorted to the headquarters at 0700 hours. Do you understand?"
"Yes?"
"Good."
The man turned away from the door and headed down the corridor.
The following morning, Sara was awoken by a nervous-looking nurse, who handed her some clean clothes and a towel.
Once Sara was scrubbed up, she was handed a breakfast - a full English fry-up - and herded into a car, a silver Mercedes Benz with tinted windows.
She understood that it was important...but why did they need her?
"Good." the man said happily, "These surgeons will have you out of here by tomorrow, and you will be immediatly escorted to the headquarters at 0700 hours. Do you understand?"
"Yes?"
"Good."
The man turned away from the door and headed down the corridor.
The following morning, Sara was awoken by a nervous-looking nurse, who handed her some clean clothes and a towel.
Once Sara was scrubbed up, she was handed a breakfast - a full English fry-up - and herded into a car, a silver Mercedes Benz with tinted windows.
She understood that it was important...but why did they need her?