All Chapters of Runner - Book One: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Pete was now tapping frantically on the computer terminal, looking for a backdoor to the software, so he could hack the program and get Darcy home. It was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated. The software was different and the terminal itself was not the same computer system he had left behind. Everything was much more sophisticated. Control had changed.  Still persisting, his chubby fingers sped across the keyboard, tapping out commands and instructions for the computer to process. What he had not realized, was that Vile was in her office on the 10th floor watching every command Pete typed o

Vile had been watching Darcy closely, controlling the conversation, convincing her this was all true. Her plan with Darcy’s help, was to rid the planet of low life scum who failed to obey orders. Vile tried not to smile, imagining only the rich and educated populating the planet.  ‘What about my life?’ Darcy finally said.  ‘I’m sorry. None of it is true. One year ago, we created you and imbedded a story to convince you that you were real. We made you believe that you had a family, enjoyed hobbies, and loved your work. It was Todd&rsqu

When being chased, there are only two outcomes. You either escape or you die. Darcy did not want to die and now had a good lead as she neared the fourth floor. Thankfully, the shots had stopped, and this gave Darcy time to plan, thinking what she would do to find Pete. Desperate for answers, Darcy hoped Pete could help, and if not, and he had lied to her, then he would face the consequences.   Kicking the door open, Darcy burst into an empty hallway, with only a few doors, leading off the corridor. She glanced around quickly and decided to try the left side, hoping that any cells or lockups, might be in this direction.   The moment she turned, two armed men stepped out of a nearby room and held their blasters directly at her. Her pursuers must have radioed ahead. Neither spoke a word to her, they just held the weapons steady, waiting for an opportunity to use them. But Darcy was not speaking either,

The warehouse was dark and musty. It was not the place Darcy wanted to die. The tight grip round her throat, continued to lock her place, and all she could do was remain stationary, feeling the large hands pressing around her neck. It was not a strong squeeze, the kind that starves you of oxygen, it was just enough to restrain. Darcy struggled once more, hoping to break free from the grip, but she was exhausted from her speedy escape and could not muster up the strength to fight back. Then she froze.  A bright light shone across the floor, striking the crates with a yellow beam, bouncing away from the stack that Darcy a

Patricia Vile paced up and down in her office, walking back and forth like a caged lion, frowning, sighing and generally annoyed by the situation. Since leaving the security office, she had waited for Hercules and the security team to report back about Darcy, but she had not heard from them.  During her paci