Plant the bug

“I’ll be right back.” Krueger tells me, pulling his pants on. “Just stay here.”

The moment the door closes behind him, I spring to my feet. I might be drunk but I know what I have to do. I pick my coat up and rush towards the dresser where I see Krueger’s fancy cigarettes.

With clumsy hands I pry the tin open and pull two cigarettes out, then dig in my coat pocket for the small vial of chloroform. Carefully, I dip the end of one in and set it aside far away from the others. Then, I hastily close the vial and hide it away. I rush back to the dresser and strike a match to light the other cigarette for myself, even though I hate smoking. I’ve thought this out, and the last thing I need is him offering me one and there being a mix-up.

When Krueger returns, I’m laid out naked on his bed. He stops and takes me in again.

“I still can’t believe it.” He says. “Hey, I didn’t realize that you smoke.”

“Only after sex.” I tell him with a cute smile, then take a puff which immediately makes me cough.

“I’d have thought you’d be better at it, after what you showed me tonight.” He says with a laugh. “I’m gonna have one too.” He reaches for his tin.

“Here!” I tell him, holding up the laced cigarette. “I have one for you.”

“Oh, thanks.” Krueger says, confidently strolling over to the side of the bed. I hold the end of the laced cigarette against my lit one to start it for him. He takes it from my fingers and brings it to his mouth. I smirk because I know that I’ve got him.

“I was just thinking about it too.” Krueger says to me with his own smirk. “We had a good time.” He takes another puff.

We sit and small talk. I stroke his ego for him as I count the seconds. Finally, he stops talking when he nods off a few minutes later. I slip my underwear on, then my coat and step into the hallway. It’s been long enough that I’m finally starting to sober up, and I hurry to the commander’s office. It was unlocked, just how it was before. I step inside, and hastily spin about the room as I try to look for a good hiding spot.

The bookshelf seems like a good enough spot, so I rush over and pull a book from the bottom shelf. I pull the bug from my pocket, stuff it in the gap, then replace the book. Hopefully nobody looks at this one.

The job is done. I need to get out of this room. My heart skips a beat when I hear whistling and footsteps working their way down the hallway. I look for a place to hide, and end up behind the desk. I grab a letter opener from its surface and hide underneath.

The footsteps edge closer and closer. They stop right outside the door, and the beam of a flashlight cuts across the room. My heart skips another beat when I hear the doorknob jiggle. My knuckles turn white as my grip tightens on the letter opener. I’m shaking in fear, my heart racing.

I hear the lock click, the door close, and the footsteps carry on down the hallway. I breathe a sigh of relief as I hear them getting further and further away. Not wasting another moment, I hurry to the door, slip through it, and close it behind my. I scurry back to Krueger’s quarters, where I see him sprawled out on the bed fast asleep.