CHAPTER 128 THE MOLE.

Alpha Hudson lay in his hospital bed, his body wracked with pain. He had been bedridden for weeks, and his health was deteriorating rapidly. The poison he had been getting was taking a hit on him, and he had no idea how long he was going to live. He felt it was short because there was no semblance of hope for him in the near future. He was in pain every time of the day and couldn't even get up to do anything. It was already a week or so since he was on his feet, and that was how bad the problem was. The room was dimly lit, and the only sound was the soft beeping of the machines monitoring his vitals. He was so worried as he lay there, breathing ruggedly, wondering who might have done this and what could have brought about this. His men and his closest generals had done all they could to root out the person behind all this, but they hadn't found anybody yet. It wasn't until recently that the doctor told them that he was being afflicted by poison- a special kind that hid its true form