“If we begin the plan tonight then we could have all of Paris in days,” Follower explained. He didn’t like being here. A bead of sweat trailed down his flabby neck. The Maker saw this and smiled.
“No,” The Maker said slowly, his voice black.
“Why not?” Follower asked.
“I need my Disciples to be in position,” The Maker said. Follower nodded.
“Okay, one day,” Follower said swiftly. Follower started to walk out of the room but The Maker was in front of him.
“One last thing,” he said. Follower was scared, and dread surrounded him. As the open door closed the Maker thought of the billions of people who would survive. They would come out of the grounds and shelters and try to live again. Then they could be taken. The time had come for a change. The five disciples were gone, getting into position for the first move. Now the last part of the plan went into effect. Follower had no place to go, so he hunkered against the wall and screamed.
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