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Sapphire's Place - Renae's - "Being Merry In Spite Of It All"
A Whateley Academy Tale
Being Merry In Spite Of It All
( Merry #6b )
By Renae, Dr. Bender
With editorial thanks to Warren.
Saturday, November 11, 2006 ARC
(Late Morning)
Gulag
“Mankind is at its
best when it is most free. This will be clear if we grasp the principle of
liberty. We must recall that the basic principle of liberty is freedom of
choice, which saying many have on their lips but few in their minds.”- Dante Alighieri
”I don't care if your world is
ending today because I wasn't invited to it anyway. You said I tasted famous so
I drew you a heart, but now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art.
What's my name? Hold the S because I am an ain't “- (s)Aint- Marilyn
Manson
“Well she seems to be in a
better mood today,” Kerry observed to Doctor Otto with a relieved shrug.
“She was a bit depressed the
other day, though I can attribute that largely to grief more than anything
else.” Otto glanced to the monitor where the girl in question was reading from
a small thick book, “I see she is enrapt with Arturo’s book, still.”
“She does get some of the
oddest expressions on her face, like now.” Kam pointed to the monitor where
Merry was looking like someone had not quite pole-axed her.
Chris grimaced, “I am ‘not’
going to try and read her when she is reading that book anymore… It’s
like a tidal wave smacks into you and then there is this disorientation that it
creates as the translation unfolds and sucks you back; about like a riptide
drawing you away from the safety of shore.” He winced, “If you will excuse me
Doc, I need a aspirin or perhaps something much stronger.”
Otto studied the girl for a
moment, and then he nodded in evident sympathy, “Go ahead Chris, I think she’s
too absorbed to need much monitoring at the moment.”
“Bless you,” said Chris as he
all but bolted through the door.
Kerry’s soft laughter filled
the room for a moment, “Poor Chris, he’s be ever so diligent in trying to sort
out last Sunday’s events for you, and for all his efforts he has a migraine.”
Otto sighed and shook his head,
“I can relate.” For a moment he stood idle then leaned back to sit on a console
trying to unwind slightly. “The logistics of extracting her sister and getting
her to a true safe house are slightly problematic.”
“How so?” asked Kerry with a
frown crossing her face.
“Well legally, there is a snarl
in trying to prove harmful intent or environment by and of her Uncle.”
Otto stressed the last word with some distaste. “Evidently he has some very
good lawyer connections or rather his ‘church’ does.”
“Ugh, well if you want a snatch
and grab…” offered Kam with wave of his hand.
Otto shook his head tiredly;
“Willard and a Representative of the Church will be talking with Ms.
Carson about using some of the schools, um, resources to extract the girl.”
“Ah, what is Sara’s take on the
situation?” asked Kam cautiously.
“Sara, Sara is being
inscrutable in that department,” Otto said with a hint of irritation, “I expect
if anything happens to the girl in the interim… Well ‘hell hath no fury,’ might
be a tame alliteration.”
“I’ll bet,” said Kerry with a
savage smile.
“You sound like you hope
something will go afoul,” observed Otto.
“Well considering what Sara put
in the file concerning that ‘Camp’… let’s just say; I hope the Devil gets his
due.”
“Hmm, I can hope for nothing so
drastic.” Otto said with some resignation in his voice.
“Funny Doc, you sound like you
expect things to get messy,” noted Kam after a moment’s silence.
“Kam,” he said gravely, “have
you noticed that anything directly tied to our young guest as being ‘neat and
orderly’?”
“Only the paperwork,” quipped
Kerry.
As Kam shook his head slowly,
Otto said, “Precisely.”
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Galilee, Rhode
Island
Head Quarters of Galilee
Bayside Surf and Rescue
“Oh Richard, he’s burning up.
Can’t you do something?” exclaimed a worried lady in tan and black spandex as
the child that was the focus of the pair’s attention moaned softly. Her hazel
eyes held a tense look filled with uncertainty as she looked over to her
husband.
The man reached over and tousled
the young boys hair grimacing at the amount of sweat that was in it. “It’s too
early, just too early.” He waved to the various banks of equipment and
laboratory equipment, “It’s not the flu, I checked, nor any other virus. It’s
not a pathogen, which leaves us with…”
“Mutation,” commented the other
older man in the room. He stood up and chuckled, “Gonna be a real handful when
he gets though this.”
“Oh Dad, isn’t this a bit soon
though? I didn’t manifest until I was thirteen.” The lady ran her hands through
her copper hair nervously, and motioned to the boy, “He’s just barely twelve…”
The older man dressed in long
shore man’s clothes, nodded slowly and ran his hands through his graying hair,
“I can say he is in for a time of it, though I don’t ‘see’ any GSD in his body,
so you can lay that bit of worry to rest, Jenny dear.” He paused and motioned
to a bank of instruments; “While I am not as gadget happy as your husband, no
offense Richard, some times the human touch is the best way of things.”
Richard snorted and moved his
thumbs to tap the odd crescent that made up the buckle of his utility belt, “I
can’t help it if you can’t program your own DVD recorder.”
“Still,” continued the older
man with a chuckle, “you both and the rest do well at keeping things at bay, in
the Bay as it were.”
“I may faint, did you just
complement us?” chuckled Richard and he slid the red molded tactical vest off
and dropped it into an empty chair. The same crescent moon was emblazoned on
the universal sign for medical aid or rescue, a red cross on a white square.
His tan and red wetsuit echoed the same theme as his wife’s suit, with a sigh
ran his hands down his long braided black hair to wring some of the sea water
out of it.
Collectively the three adults
jerked as an alarm rang out, piercing the relative calm of the room. As various
gauges spun and danced erratically, a small storm of energy washed across the
child’s sweating form. The air was filled with the scent of charred fabric,
though as the adults watched in amazement only the bedding around the child
seemed to have damaged by the short burst of energy.
“Oh god, Richard!” cried Jenny
as the sound of a fire extinguisher was heard in short bursts.
“I’ve got it,” he said quietly
after waving a hand at a bank of switches turning them off.
“Sonny, I think you are out of
your league on this one,” the older man said softly while resting his hand on
the boy’s head, “Hmm, and out of mine as well,” he said gravely. “Time to call
for help I think.”
“Dad…” began the woman.
“It’ll be ok Jenny, he’ll be
fine, but even with what I can ‘see’, he will need some special help.”
“Jack, I…”
“Sonny, even hero’s need help
on occasion. This is one of those times.” The older man pulled a cell phone out
of his pocket and chunked the semi-melted object onto a table, “I’ll have to
use your land line. Now don’t worry, them folks up north owe me a few favors.”
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ARC
“This is Delta-One-Niner,
declaring a Hotel-Oscar-Tango Emergency. Primary patient is a juvenile male,
pre-adolescent Evident Burn Out in progress. Secondary patients are
medical crew, one adult female late twenties, two adult males, late thirties
and late twenties, all suffering from visible electrical burns.” There was a
wash of static that filled the control tower that served as ARC’s FlightOperationsCenter.
“Rodger Delta-One-Niner you are
cleared for pad Red Tango, what is the condition of your transport over?”
“Not good, I am running on
secondary systems,” there was a pause as various alarms sounded over the radio,
“this is not going to be a soft landing without help.”
“Confirmed, are you declaring
an in flight emergency at this time?”
An amused snort sounded back
over the radio, “Yeah you could say that, the only thing keeping this bird in
the air is the hardened systems and my own shiny personality.”
“Rodger Delta, we’ll break out
the pillows for you.”
“I’d settle for Kam.”
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“So young grasshopper, looks
like it is you and me for a bit,” said Chris with a chuckle as he stood at the
door.
“What’s up?” I asked, feeling
almost grateful for the interruption.
“Oh the usual, just a medical
emergency coming in, and the rescue aircraft is not quite crashing in the
process.”
“Sounds like fun, can I watch?”
“No, from what I gather it’s
going to be a bit hectic upstairs for a time.”
“Ah drat, so now would be a
good time for an escape attempt?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Do your really want the
answer?”
“Ah no,” I shrugged, “just idle
musings.”
“Ri-ght, tell me another one.”
“Ok, well from what Sara told
me, her dad was going to Parents Day…” I grinned wickedly, “Something about
stretching the legs.”
“Um, yeah, that does sound like
fun… Um which dad?”
“The one with the extra
appendages.”
Chris blinked and then looked
faintly amused, “Oh I bet that will set some bells a-ringing.”
I shrugged, “Parents, go
figure.”
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“Ok I see it,” said Kam as he
looked through a very large mounted telescope, “it’s smoking some and that glow
cannot be healthy.”
“Think you can bring it in?”
asked the Flight Controller.
Kam cracked his knuckles and
smiled, “Child’s play, though I may need a nap afterwards, inertia is a bitch.”
“Ok, when shall I tell the
pilot to cut thrust?”
Kam peered into the telescope
and lifted one hand, “Now.”
“Delta-One-Niner you may cut
thrust,” said the Controller into his headset.
“This is Dela-One-Niner, Kam if
you drop me I’ll be real upset.”
Kam chuckled evilly for a
moment then shrugged his free shoulder, “No games while on the clock.”
“Delta, this is Control, Kam
said that he’s on the clock, so I can presume you are safe.” The Flight
Controller covered the microphone and said “for the moment. I am not sure if he
has forgiven you for the flying stunt that you did to him,” to Kam.
“He only fell a few hundred feet,
he was perfectly safe.” Kam stated in an injured tone of voice.
“Glad to hear it, so how long
until you can get him down?”
“A few moments, you might want
the firefighting crew on stand by, it’s smoking at the seams,” Kam noted as he
focused on lowering the rescue ship to the medical transport pad.
“Already in place,” the
Controller pressed a button, “Pad Red, you are go for action.”
Kam stepped away from the
telescope and slowly walked to the large windows in apparent concentration, he
pointed a finger to the craft as it floated serenely in mid-air. With a careful
movement of his hand he lowered the smoking vessel to the pad, “And that is why
they pay me the big bucks.”
“You don’t want to know what
Delta said about the G-forces, but I think he is happy to be on the ground.”
“What, so I pulled him from
half mile out to ‘here’ in two seconds, it won’t hurt him to get his adrenalin
pumping.”
“Hmm, and how much stress would
you say that little stunt caused you?” asked Otto from the doorway.
“Three or four servings of
lasagna should cover it… I am kind of hungry,” Kam admitted with a grin, he
then paused, “I have a harder time ‘dead lifting’ a shuttle to change tires or
used to. This was pretty easy though.” Kam rocked back and forth on his feet
for a moment then sighed, “Maybe six servings.”
“Go get some food, Kam, I think
the others can handle it from here,” Otto said with a chuckle as the large man
drooped somewhat as fatigue hit him.
“Yeah calories, lots and lots
of calories. Takes power to make power and all that Powers Theory rot.”
“Kam, you are babbling. Go
eat.”
“Right boss,” Kam gave the
Controller a nod and weaved slightly on his way to the door.
Otto let the large man go his
way, “Half a mile in two seconds?”
The Controller nodded, “Yes
sir, more or less.”
Otto briefly attempted to guess
the velocity and shook his head, “I don’t think I want to know how fast that
was.”
“Yes sir, I don’t think I want
to know either.”
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The office had been scoured by
Security, the files meticulously scrutinized and the room emptied of the
owner’s belongings. An empty nameplate was sitting on desk that was clean,
aside from a computer terminal. The computer had a tag declaring it ‘cleaned’
by ARC’s IT Department. Though that did not account for what happened next as
the screen flashed and lit up.
/C: USER_QUERY_FAILSAFE: Execute in
86:45 hours: Override Y/N?
/C: USER_TIME_OUT
/C: USER_QUERY_FAILSAFE: Execute in
86:40 hours: Override Y/N?
/C: USER_TIME_OUT
/C: USER_QUERY_FAILSAFE: Execute 86:35
hours: Override Y/N?
/C: USER_TIME_OUT
/C: USER_FAILSAFE_INITIATED
/C: LOAD_FILE : Awakening.exe
/C: RUN_FILE : Awakening.exe
Far below ARC an electrical
switch was quietly set to off… Then the computer screen died, except for an
occasional blip of light; which if you could see it, flashed a countdown.
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Otto was installed in his
upstairs office, doing the post mortem paperwork on the rescue transport.
Technically the paperwork was something that could have waited until Monday, if
not for the fact that it was routine, mundane; and to some extent relaxing. ‘A
very expensive favor, thus far,’ Otto noted silently to himself as he mentally
wrote off the medical rescue vehicle’s repairs.
“All the
better to not have the child blow up a hospital wing though.” He muttered aloud
then shook his head, ‘When a member of the board of directors says help; we
help, not that we would not anyways…’ It was not surprising what when two
talented people gave birth to a child, the odds favor the child garnering a
gift or co-mingling of gifts. ‘Or something totally unexpected.’
Otto took a
moment to call up a physics program he used for converting spurious information
into comfortable numbers he could then put into reports. Otto typed in a few
numbers, then he hit enter and blinked. “Kam, you just can’t change the
laws of physics.” Otto tried to imagine the effects of the potential forces
that Kam had countered so whimsically, would have on a human or inhuman body.
‘Tomato paste, certainly comes to mind,’ Otto thought and made a point to
schedule more testing for Kam in the next week, either the large man hit a new
plateau powers wise or they had missed something completely in his last testing
session.
His musing on Kam’s abilities
were cut short as the lights cut out and were as quickly replaced by the dim
amber light of the emergency lighting, At first Otto cursed Merry, then he
froze in his thinking, “If Merry is downstairs then…”
He sighed then with a hopeful
query sent, ~’Chris, Merry is downstairs in her room, yes?’~
~’Umm, yes, and still reading
that infernal book. Why?’~ Chris relied with a hint of puzzlement.
~’It’s going to get busy up
here it seems. Do make sure she stays there.’~
~”Will do, mind telling me what
is going on?’~
~’I am going to find out, but I
suspect it’s our newest patient.’~
~’Oh gods not another
Merry?’~ Chris sent back with some hesitation.
~’I think this child is the
product of a natural union,’~ Otto sighed mentally, ~’Though I suppose a DNA
check won’t hurt from now on out, in such cases.’~
~’Erg, yeah. Need Kam?’~
~’I hope not, but send him up,
just in case.’~
~’Will do.’~
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“As I expected, I would
find you rushing towards danger, and I was right.” Commented Walt with an
upraised hand effectively halting Otto’s brisk walk toward the infirmary
complex.
“Walt, I,” Otto paused at the
other man’s negative headshake.
“Boss, as much as you love to
get your hands dirty, there is a time and place for everything. In this case
your place is out of harm’s way.” Walter frowned then drawled, “Sides, I like
my paycheck intact and losing one of my bosses would look bad on my resume’.”
“I was just...”
“Just, on your way to a safer
area.” Walter chuckled, “Come on, your people know their stuff and we’ve a got
a nice safeOperationsCenter for this sort of thing.”
Otto frowned, “I could overrule
you.”
“Yes, but we don’t need another
medical emergency on top of the ones they are already dealing with. Do we?”
“It’s that bad?”
“Well I would be lying if’n I
said it was not serious.” The other man reached out and tugged at his bosses
sleeve, “Come on I’ll give you the run down as we know it thus far.”
“Right. So what is the
situation?” asked Otto as he was reluctantly guided towards the half buried
cement and glass dome that was the above ground OperationsCenter.
“Well from the duty logs on the
case, they brought in the kid in mid burnout, with an assist from our resident
master of all things Tele-Kinetic.”
“I am aware of that bit.”
“Well from what we were able to
pull out of the medical computer’s crash log file, after the site went off the
grid and onto backup power.” At Otto’s nod he continued, “The kid was
stabilized and seemed to be on the way to recovery.” Walter paused, “The all
hell broke loose again.”
“Again?”
“Well the kid started
screaming, then from what little remained of the video feeds, vanished.” Walter
made an exploding gesture with both hands, he paused a moment as if listening
to something, “Doctor Tanaka is en route, by the way.”
“Good, what of the other
staff?”
“We’re bringing some medical
staff up, and sending folks down to Level Blue Medical as needed… We are having
some trouble getting folks out from the kid’s room though.”
“Why?”
“All telemetry from that room,
much less the section, is out,” He held open the door and followed Otto through
to the topside ARC Crisis Management Section. “We’re getting set to send in the
bomb droid via Quenedo to see what we are dealing with and maybe with Kam’s
help get the people in there to an extraction point.
“Why the bomb droid?”
“It’s a bit more sturdier than
the powered armor and if we lose it we don’t kill a man in the process.” Walter
shook his head and smiled grimly, “I am surprised our guest downstairs didn’t
react to this.”
“Well we increased her external
shielding and she has been working on her own shielding.”
“Small favors.”
“Indeed.”
“On the other hand, Richmond had to be sedated.” Walter grunted at Otto’s surprised look.
“He tried to find out if the kid was alive, and well. I think he was
overwhelmed by patients predicament.”
“Predicament, well that
certainly covers it I think.”
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“A bit more to the left Queny,
is that a shoe?” asked Kam as he tried to make sense out of the distorted and
fuzzed images the droid was sending back.
“Panning left, and bingo. Good
eyes Kam.” Came the muffled voice from under the VR headset, Quenedo was moved
a hand and the robot pulled a rolling table out of the way. “Drat, I can’t get
a better view of the body other than the leg, is it enough?”
“Yes,” Kam said tiredly, “how
many are left?”
Quenedo watched the body lowly
slide long the floor and when the nurse was fully visible, she panned the
droid’s eyes to make sure Kam had a clear view of the doors. “Just one more,
and the kid.”
Kam took a breath and watched
the doors open as he twitched his hand that was not cupped as if carrying
something. “This would go so much faster if the power was on.”
“Well so far the robot is good
to go, more or less.” Quenedo said as she followed the floating nurse out into
the hallway. Once in the hallway she tracked down the corridor as Kam moved the
unconscious lady to the stretcher and rescue team in powered armor.
“Warrantee about expired?” Kam
half joked.
“Not quite yet, another month
and I’d be sweating it,” Quenedo said with a sigh as she pulled the helmet off
and rubbed her eyes. “Damned static is making my head hurt.”
“So who is left?”
“Just the Duty Doctor,
Garamond,” Quenedo pulled the helmet back on, “he’s likely on the far side of
the boy.”
“Great more distortion to wade
through,” Kam said and turned to the monitors after briefly stretching out his
arms.
“Try it from my point of view.”
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“Well Quenedo says they have
the room cleared, though the bot is nearly toasted.” Walter shook his head,
“She’s ticked. The bot’s manufacturing specs were not as good as advertised,
just ‘Good enough.’”
Otto smiled, “Some times good
enough is all we can hope for, so the next problem: Getting the boy some help.”
“Ah. I have been giving that
some thought.” Walter paused, “Seems to me, we have someone handy that could
deal with the electricity. Though, if I am not mistaken the one you have on
hand, is slightly nuts.”
“Walter, are you suggesting
what I think you are?”
“Doc, we
partially fried the bot by just in getting within visual lock range on the
medical team just for Kam to get them out. We can’t get a lock on the kid with any
sensors. Currently the only way we can even tell the kid is in the room is from
the arcs of electricity flying around.”
“So in
other words: ‘Use one problem child to help another problem child,’” said Kam
as he dropped wearily into a chair during the momentary lull in conversation.
“Not to
mention that his parents are here…,” said an equally tired looking Quenedo as
she slouched against the door frame and rubbed her eyes.
“Besides if
the kid tries to make a break for it, we can always dart her,” Kerry stopped
then amended as she pointed to Walter. “Well he can dart her…”
“Not sure
you want the notoriety of doing the deed Kerry?” Walter said with a grin.
“No, I
prefer to not be on the same list as the Doc here.”
Otto
frowned at the prospects of that potential, “You’ve been thinking
Walter?”
“Well from
what I can figure out she’s not a bad kid. Insanity aside, do you really think
she’d not help a kid?” He paused with a chuckle, “Now if it were some one from
the CIA…”
“Doing your
homework?” asked Kam sarcastically. “Sorry that was a bit unfair. She’s a good
kid Capitan, just, well…” Kam trailed off and let his hand drop to the arm of
the chair.
Walter gave
Kam a bland smile, “I read the file, a lot of blank parts in there Doc;
but if the CIA tried to mess her over she can’t be all bad.”
Otto raised
an eyebrow at that comment, “You are a bit biased about the CIA Walter.”
With a
small shrug Walter grinned, “Yeah, but am I wrong?”
“No.”
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“So um, Chris, has everyone else
gone nuts or is it just me?” I asked looking at the odd jumpsuit he was holding
out.
He had the grace to chuckle, so
I knew he wasn’t sure either. “Well kiddo, Otto said he’d be down shortly but
he wanted you to have this in any case.”
I looked at the bland off gray
suit and blandly said, “Gee my own super-suit, how nice.”
~:Well it’s clothing which
might get us one step closer to an escape,:~ noted Chad
with an inward smile, ~:though we did say we would wait for Sara.:~
“Well technically it’s the same
insulated suit our power armored types wear. We have yet to figure out what
sort of suit you really need.” Chris grinned, “You may have to wait for Edna
Mole.”
“Well it doesn’t have a cape at
least.” I smiled and did a rough parody of Edna myself, “No capes! I suppose
this is mine forever?”
“Maybe, maybe not, though it’d
have to be dry cleaned and it doesn’t exactly breathe like Egyptian cotton.”
“So in other words if I go for
a jog in it I’d drown in sweat.”
“Yeah, let me get out of here
so you can get dressed.”
“Fun, fun,” I called to him,
“are the cameras dead or will I have to kill them too?”
He pointed to the camera and it
stopped in mid movement, “There you go, the illusion of privacy.”
“Fine, it’s an illusion, now
get out.”
“I’m gone,” he said as the door
closed, but I could swear he was laughing as it did.
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The jump suit didn’t fit well.
Ok that was an understatement: It was bulky, ungainly and if the material
wasn’t so stiff, I could likely work with it by rolling up the legs and
sleeves. Sadly that was not the case, as it all but hung on me about the same
way a starving elephant’s skin would hang on it. Considering it was light gray
and seemed to have the same texture and weight of a small elephant, the
alliteration seemed to fit. Though the elephant in question was not likely to
step on his own skin.
Part of me wondered if I was
the butt of a bad joke. Though when Doctor Tanaka entered the room, followed by
Doctor Otto, and a few security goons in armor; the joke was destined to fall
flat. Doctor Tanaka had the grace to seem embarrassed by my attire, though Otto
seemed to give me a calculating stare. Otto was holding what I recognized as
the box that had the sleeper headset in it. “Oh you have got to be
shitting me,” I said with a finger stabbing in the direction of the box.
Oddly enough it wasn’t Otto who
answered me, but Doctor Tanaka. “I need your help Merry.”
I looked back and forth at the
two men and the box, “What, you need me to empty Fort Knox?”
“I have a patient I cannot get
at, but we think you can.” Tanaka said simply.
“If I thought we had more time,
I would not even consider it Merry,” Otto said bluntly.
“Well, well. What is in it for
me?” I asked after a moment’s silence. Ok silence was a misnomer as I had three
extra voices clambering to say: ‘Yes, no, maybe.’
“Merry, we do not have time,”
Otto started to say more but was interrupted by Doctor Tanaka.
“Actually Doctor Otto, it is a
fair question.” He paused then peered at me for a time as if weighing the
thoughts in his head, “Though I might suggest that you owe me something for
services rendered, Merry.”
I considered that thought for a
moment, part of me leapt up to say ‘bill me,’ the other parts of me were less
cynical. “So, we’re even after this, or?”
“I might even owe you a favor,
then there are the boy’s parents to consider, favors do grow.”
“Boy, as in how old of a boy?”
I asked uneasily.
“He’s twelve, and his mother is
upstairs and thinking she’ll never see him again.”
~:Jeeze, lay on the guilt,:~
offered Chad with some odd emotion attached to it.
I sighed and rubbed at the Rose
Mark through the thick suit, “Fine, I’ll help.” At Tanaka’s nod and odd half
bow, I gave Otto a very direct look, “But if you think this squares us in any
shape or form, think again.”
“No, I expect we’ll have to
work that out, some time later.” His expression pretty much said he doubted it,
which gave me small twist of self-loathing.
Which turned into bit of anger,
just shy of pure rage from Chad, “I didn’t ask for this.”
He placed the dreaded box on
the table next to one of the large chairs and opened it, “I know Chad, I know.”
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“So much anger in one so
young,” commented Tanaka as the child fell into an enforced slumber.
Otto half choked on a hint of
bitter laughter, “Oh I am sure part of it is purely defensive, though a large
part of it is not.”
“No, I read Sara’s notes,”
Doctor Tanaka pursed his lips, “I do not think that to put this child in
proximity to the Uncle would be healthy, for either of them.”
Kerry pushed past the guards
with a wheel chair in front of her, “Personally, if I had a clear shot at their
Uncle, I might be tempted to take it myself.”
Otto looked a bit taken aback
by Kerry’s pronouncement, “Begging the question Kerry, how could you justify
it?”
Kerry pointed to the peacefully
sleeping girl, “Even in normal sleep, Merry or her various selves is never
truly at peace, not like she is just now.”
“Though it is not a real
peace,” said Doctor Tanaka slowly.
“I know, that’s what angers me
the most,” Kerry said matter-of-factly, “and I doubt she’ll ever get that way
on her own.”
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I was using just about every dirty
word in my dictionary and I may have even used a bit of Chinese considering the
shocked glances in my direction. Personally I didn’t care, Otto, or some
bastard had turned off the headset for me; with me at what felt like ground
zero for an electrical storm. While screeching my indignation and pain, I tore
the headset from my head and threw it firmly into a wall. “Chou wang ba dan!” roughly I directed in Otto’s direction. “I
am not wearing that thing ever again!”
Kam had the good grace to look
at Otto and said, “Oops?”
I must have been glaring as I
glanced about the room, because just about everyone suddenly was busy doing
something other than looking at me or Otto. “Well?” I all but snapped at him.
Rather than replying, he
pointed over to a man and wife who were looking at me with a mixture of hope
and uncertainty. I gave Mister and Misses Wheat-bread America the once over and
returned to look at Otto. He definitely looked as if he swallowed a frog and it
went down the wrong way, “The boy’s parents.”
I nodded in greetings to them,
“Hi nice to meet you.” Then I tried to stand up, tried mind you as I was held
firmly in place, in the wheel chair. “K-a-m, let me up.”
“Sorry, folks were worried you
would bolt,” he said and the gentle pressure that was firmly holding me in
place faded away.
“Look. I said I was going to
help, didn’t I?” I sighed and rubbed my temples and then I looked back to the
couple, “You’ll have to pardon my outburst, I don’t handle rude surprises like
being unshielded and thrown to the wolves very well.”
“I’ll say,” commented a
familiar voice and I looked over to see Arturo giving me a mocking salute.
“They drag you in for this?” I
asked him.
“I was in the neighborhood, of
a sorts,” he cheerfully responded.
“Oh goody,” I motioned to the
all the strangers, as I glared back to Otto, “I guess code names are the order
of the day?”
“Well you never know who might
be watching or listening,” he said with a shrug.
“Well next time you want to
play the code name game, you could at least give me a super-suit that fits.” I
shrugged awkwardly in the elephantine suit. “I’m ‘Circuit Breaker’ for all that
don’t know and love me for who I am. Or just ‘Breaker.’”
That produced a mild twitter
from Kerry, who was pointing to a clock and was making hurry it up motions. I
took a mental snap shot of the area where everything was so nice and overly
bright and shiny, not to mention loud. “Now if you will excuse me I have
a command performance not far from here.”
As I waddled through the doors
I vaguely heard Arturo ask, “Inmates run the asylum much?”
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I think Chad or Chaddy was
mentally or not so mentally humming ‘The Baby Elephant Walk,’ as we
collectively waddled slowly down the hall and into a storm of white and blue.
~’Merry?’~ asked Doctor Tanaka
calmly.
“That would be me,” I said
aloud if not whimsically.
~’You should find a spool of
super-conductive cable near the red, ah purple colored pipe.’~
“Joy riding are we?” I asked as
I found the large spool of cable and found the free end that had an odd locking
bracelet on the end of it. “For me or the boy?”
~’Yes, and yes that is also
another way of keeping you from running off. Not my decision,’~ He sounded
irked.
“And if I neglect to put it
on?”
~’They would make Kam put it on
you,’~ he paused, ~’I am sorry. I know you are as good as your word, but
security has issues with letting a not quite sane paranormal kid run amok.’~
“You mean Otto has issues,”
I sighed and reluctantly clicked the odd bracelet onto my right wrist.
~’Well let us just say neither
of you appear to be making inroads to any sort of friendship.’~
I gave the cable a tug and it
seemed to move freely with me, “Well he’s not the prisoner here, I am.”
~’True though you could work at
being a bit more hospitable towards him.’~