The Bag

Henrietta ran on past the engines lit by bright headlights and into the darkness behind pipes and hoses. Somewhere behind her, a person entered through the engine room doorway, casting a long shadow along the floor. The person appeared to be walking cautiously along the machine, as if looking for something. Henrietta bent down and huddled behind a large pipe. It was greasy and hot in the cramped space, but she bit back and watched as someone dressed in dark came ever closer. There was still...