So Operation Get-Apollo-to-Leave was a terrible failure.
Clay was disappointed. He had thought for sure it would work. Now what could he do?
The front door opened and closed, and Clay assumed Apollo was leaving for work.
I could try to report this to the police.
He’d have to wait a few days for that to work. For some reason, Clay wanted something a bit more immediate.
I could confront Fulbright myself…
Clay went to the police station and asked for Fulbright.
“Hello! How are you doing today fine citizen!”
“Hi, my name’s Clay Terran. I was wondering if you’ve ever heard of the bomb threat at GYAXA Space Station, right?”
Fulbright furrowed his brow. He had an oblivious look on his face. “Why yes, I was brought on for extra security.”
“I’m just going to get to the point. I know that you sent the bomb threat.”
Fulbright raised an eyebrow. “And what evidence do you have that it was me?”
“Why would I tell you that? You’d kill me and destroy the evidence.”
“Am I really?”
“What’s stopping me from killing you right here and now?”
“The fact that I’m recording everything we’re saying.”
Fulbright’s face seemed to contort to a look of fear, but was quickly replaced with a straight face. “Leave.”
“Call off the bomb threat and I won’t send this recording to police.”
Fulbright’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Now leave.”
Clay smirked. “Thank you for your time.” He walked out.
Once he was in his car, a shot rang out. It hit Clay’s phone. “Shit!” Another hit him straight in the head.