Wages of Sin part 1b
Danae
Disclaimers/Warnings:
see part 1
Simon Banks
sat down hard in his office chair and scrubbed his hand over his face. He listened to words that he could not
believe; yet he knew them to be true.
It was all there in black and white, a whole file of information on
James Ellison as a Sentinel that was not written by Blair Sandburg. Jim had known what he was and so had the army
and the Pentagon. He had been studied,
analyzed, and then his memories of his senses and the study repressed through
hypnosis. Stranger than that, Blair
Sandburg was hand-picked and steered toward the study of Sentinels in an effort
to groom him to be exactly what he was, a Sentinel's Guide. Then the really disturbing news came. They had been watched, examined like lab
animals. Every case they had worked,
every test that Blair had performed; even their leisure time was recorded. Why had Jim not noticed? Was he programmed not to? Why had anyone else not noticed? Why had he not noticed?
"It
seems that Rose got worried about the Barnes incident. They decided that they needed to reactivate Jim's
memories." Peter Devereaux
continued to read from the file he held. "They didn't call him in then,
however. They wanted to see what he
would do. Rose was confident that he
would 'do his duty' but Adler thought he'd tell Blair and the two of them would
take off. Says here that it seemed that
Jim then tried to drive Blair away. His
attitude toward Blair changed and then they found his safety deposit box. He had some money, fake ID's, and plane
tickets in there and they decided that they had better pick up Blair and call
Jim in."
"I just
can't believe that he didn't say anything!" Simon exclaimed, slamming his fist down on his desk.
"Captain
Banks, this is a top secret project.
Jim is a trained covert operative.
He would not reveal a top-secret project. That goes against his training."
"Blair
is his best friend. Training be
damned. What about friendship!?"
"Yeah,
I know what you mean. I don't know what
to say, Captain. I would have thought that he would have protected Blair but I
would have been wrong, apparently."
"Bastard,
cold-hearted bastard," Simon mumbled under his breath.
"So,
Pete, we are going after Blair, right?" Riviera spoke up.
"I
don't know, Jess."
"Aw,
man, come on, we can't leave him there!"
"Dude,
you are talking about taking on the freaking government. We'll all end up in Leavenworth," Chase
pointed out.
"Maybe
not."
"What
are you suggesting, Devereaux?"
Simon sat forward, hope rising in his chest.
"I'm
working on something. Adler doesn't
have many friends, you see. And Rose,
he's got no friends, except Adler.
They're both nutty as fruitcakes.
I'm pulling some strings to see what unravels, know what I mean? If that doesn't work, I know a few tropical
island paradises that don't have extradition agreements with the U.S. We bust 'em out and retire to one of those
paradises."
"Them? Bust them out? Ellison gets what he deserves, Pete."
"Jesse,
I'm trying to reserve judgment on that right now, okay? I know Jim.
There's got to be some reasonable explanation and I'm gonna wait to hear
it before I condemn the man."
Simon wished
that he could be that understanding. As
he flipped through the evidence of Jim Ellison's betrayal, he could only think
of beating the man bloody. He thought
back to all the hateful things that Jim had said and done to Sandburg over the
last year or so and wanted to wrap his hands around the man's throat. Well, to do that, he would have to find Jim
first. So be it. "Do what you have to. Let me know what I can do to help. Just get them back."
"Captain
Banks, you do realize that not all of my methods are exactly---legal,
right?" Pete Devereaux smirked at him.
He nodded to
the man. "Do I look naïve to you,
Devereaux?"
"No,
sir."
"Well
then, get a move on."
The smirk
widened to a smile. "Yes,
sir. Well, let's go, gentlemen. We have work to do."
"Captain
Ellison, good morning. I'd like you to
meet Lt. Shawn Holloway. Lt. Holloway
is your new guide." Rose smiled,
apparently quite pleased with himself.
Jim looked
the young man over critically. He was
maybe all of twenty-two, probably fresh out of officer's training. His crew cut was so short that his scalp
shined from under the remaining blond hair.
Jim squashed down the immediate swell of irritation he felt and gave the
kid a quick nod of acknowledgement.
The young
man saluted him. Jim sighed in
exasperation and returned the salute half-heartedly. That seemed to be the kid's cue to start talking.
"Nice
to meet you, Captain Ellison. I've been
looking forward to meeting you."
"Can we
get started here or what?" Jim
addressed Rose as he motioned toward the wooded area that would serve as the
test site for whatever Rose had cooked up.
"Of
course. Let me explain what we've got
here." Rose began to explain the
sensory tests he had set up. It was a
sort of sensory obstacle course. Jim
had to locate various objects around the test site using his senses while
filtering out distractions. Holloway's
job was to keep him from zoning and help him filter those distractions. Supposedly, the kid knew what to do. They had been training the kid using their
own research and Blair's for months.
Jim had known that the kid was there.
Rose had told him that they had found him a, in Rose's words, "more suitable guide." Jim hated the kid already. However, he was military. Being military, he would be a lot more
reliable in the field. He could and
would use a gun, for example. He
understood military discipline. He
would follow orders. And for all that,
he was still useless. Absolutely
useless. He was not Blair
Sandburg. He was not Jim's Guide. He might be a guide. But he was not Jim's Guide.
Jim knew
that. Now, he just had to make sure
that Rose knew it. Or did not know
it. Jim nearly swore out loud. He did not know which way to turn. He did not know Rose's ultimate plan. If Blair was necessary, did that make him
safe? Or would that put them both on
the chopping block? If Blair was not
necessary, that definitely made him expendable. Adler seemed to really hate Sandburg. He had told Jim at dinner in the mess hall the night before that
he did not know how Jim had managed to work with "that little hippie
boy" and not to worry, he would not have to again if Adler had anything to
say about it. Damn, damn, damn, he
swore silently as he and Holloway began Rose's little course.
He came to
with most of the morning already gone and Holloway's anxious face hovering way
too close to his own. Instinct kicked in
and Holloway found out how not to bring a sentinel out of a zone. Not that the kid could bring him out
anyway. Jim was not sure what brought
him out but it was not Holloway. Jim
sat up and glared at the kid who rubbed his already bruising jaw and glared
back in accusation.
"What'd
you do that for?" he whined and Jim resisted the urge to hit him
again.
"What
the hell did you think you were doing?" Jim demanded. "How long was I out of it? Why didn't you call back to Rose?"
"I
did! He told me that I had to bring you
out myself. You were like a damn zombie
for almost three hours! What the fuck
did you zone out on?"
"Watch
the language, soldier! And I don't
know. I can't remember."
"Thank
God, I finally brought you out of it."
"Don't
pat yourself on the back so fast, Holloway.
You didn't bring me out of it.
It was something else. I don't
even remember you being here. Something
else..." Jim trailed off as he searched his memory. It was a sound, far off and faint at first
until he honed in on it. Jim turned and realized that he was facing in the
direction of the facility. Then he
knew. "Shit," he
whispered. Blair's heartbeat. He had zoned out trying to filter through a
white noise generator, and subconsciously, he had reached for the familiar
sound of his Guide's heartbeat to lead him back to himself. Holloway was useless. And he would always be useless to Jim. "Rose," Jim said into his radio,
"we're coming in. I have a
headache and I can't get this right until I get rid of it." Jim glanced at
Holloway sourly as he spoke.
Maxwell Adler paced the floor in front of
Jim. The man was seriously pissed
off. Jim stood perfectly at attention,
not even allowing his eyes to follow the man's back and forth movement. Finally, Adler came to an abrupt stop just
inches from Jim. "You want to
explain to me that debacle this morning on the test site, Captain?"
Jim resisted
the urge to step back and regain his personal space. "I zoned out."
"And
why is that? I thought that little
hippie was supposed to have taught you some control."
"I
really don't know what happened, sir."
"Well,
I suggest you figure it out, soldier!
Your partner had to catch your sorry ass and lay you out on the
ground. If that had been a firefight,
you'd be dead and so would he. Are you
trying to get your little hippie partner back?
Is that it? Are you trying to
make me believe that you can't work with anybody but him?"
"No,
sir. I was just trying to do the test
and I zoned."
"Colonel,
I think that Captain Ellison is going to need time to adjust to his new
guide. This was only their first
outing. Blair was with Captain Ellison
for almost four years. We have to have
time to break those old ties and establish new ones." Rose stepped forward.
Jim
swallowed hard. He wanted to ask what
would happen to Blair once those old ties were broken. What did they plan to do with his "old
Guide" if, on the very off chance, the new one started working out. He stayed silent, however. Jim knew that he could not show the slightest
concern for his Guide without it being construed as a lack of loyalty to the
project. Besides, Captain Ellison
would not ask. He would not care. As it turned out, he did not need to
ask. His questions were answered.
"Sandburg
is a security risk. The sooner we are
rid of him the better, so get cracking."
"Colonel,
I realize that Blair is a problem but perhaps, when this is all over, he can be
persuaded to stay on and work on the project.
He is a natural guide. If we are
able to find or create more sentinels, we will need someone to work with them
initially until we can either find or create more guides."
"Get
serious, Rose. That little hippie is
not going to stay here and work on the project with you after what you've done
to him. He'll escape the first chance
he gets and run straight to the press."
"And
who will believe him, Maxwell. He's a
self-proclaimed fraud. He has nowhere
to go, no options for his future but with us.
We gave him a sentinel. By the
time I'm done with him, he'll be grateful for the offer."
"He's
useless to us, Rose. The only thing he
can do now is damage this project. It's
time that we got rid of him."
Jim's heart
dropped into his feet. His hands itched
to reach out and snap Adler's neck but he did not. Only a very astute observer would have noticed the minute flinch
and tightening of his jaw as he controlled the impulse. Unfortunately, Rose was an astute
observer. The man's hand descended on
his shoulder and Jim's eye twitched as he schooled his expression into one of
indifference. "I think Captain
Ellison would disagree with that assessment.
Wouldn't you, Captain?"
Rose's tone dripped honey and Jim was nearly sick on the man's
shoes.
"Yes,
sir."
"And
what would you have us do, Captain?" Adler growled.
"I
think you should have Sandburg work with Holloway."
"Now,
see, there's an idea." Rose slapped Jim on the back.
"Absolutely
not."
"Maxwell,
Blair Sandburg is the one and only real expert on sentinels in existence. I don't even presume that I know as much as
he does."
"You
have the boy's notes, Robert."
"That's
not good enough, damn it, Maxwell! If
it were then this morning would not have happened. Holloway couldn't bring Ellison out of the zone out."
"Why is
that, Ellison?" Adler turned to Jim.
"I
don't know, sir."
"Then
what do you know, soldier? Get out of
here. Dismissed."
"Thank
you, sir." Jim turned on his heels and walked out of the office, closing
the door behind him. He did not even
bother to try to listen. Maybe he did
not even want to know the outcome of the argument. He quickened his steps and was nearly running by the time he
reached an outside door. He burst
through it and kept going until he was facing the wooded test site. Bending
over, he placed his hands on his knees and hung his head down as he tried to
catch his breath. His heart was
pounding as the gravity of what he had done weighed down on him. Adler was planning to "get rid of"
Blair. That could only mean one of two
things. And killing him was the kinder
of the two. On the other hand, Rose's
plan was to somehow convince Blair to work on the project. Blair would be alive but he would hate Jim
once he found out the whole truth. But
he would be alive. Now, Jim only had to
worry about whose plan would win out in the end, Adler's or Rose's. He stood up straight and turned his eyes to
the sky and prayed that Robert Rose was a very persuasive man.
Blair
shivered. It was so damn cold. The thin sheet from the table did little to
warm him, but it was all he had other than the boxers that they gave him. He huddled in the corner of his little room,
the room that was apparently going to be his whole world for who knew how
long. As it was, he was not sure just
how long he had already been there. He
had no watch. There were no windows to
the outside, and the lights in the room were always left on. He was amazed at how easily he had lost
track of time. All he did know was that
they would be back soon. They had left
him alone for a while but it was too good to last. He grimaced then as he realized that if they were leaving him
alone, they were probably with Jim.
Suddenly, he wanted them to come back.
He swore under his breath. Why
this? Why now? Things were strained enough between
them. Jim probably hated him for sure
now. "I'm so very sorry,
Jim," he whispered.
He glanced
around the room once again, looking for something he could use as a weapon. If
he could just get out, even for just a few minutes, he could find a phone and
call Simon and get them some help. But
there was nothing. Just as there had
been nothing every other time his mind teased him with the hope of even
momentary escape. There was only the
table, the IV stand, and the toilet, all bolted securely to the floor. He sighed.
Besides, they had guns. Even if
he did manage to find something, he would never get a chance to use it before
they shot him. Blair was aware that he
was expendable. They wanted his thesis
and notes but they did not have to have it.
They could do their own tests, make their own notes. As a matter of fact, they probably already
were in the process of doing just that.
He just hoped that they did not hurt Jim in the process. He nearly cried at that thought. Maybe he should just give them what they
wanted. They were going to kill him one
way or the other eventually. If he gave
up his notes then at least they would know to be careful with Jim. He might have gotten Jim into this but he could
protect Jim from some dangerous mistakes that these people might make. Why had he not realized that earlier? He cursed himself. Jim could be hurt already because he was not thinking. He apologized to his friend again.
His eyes
shifted back to the toilet on the other side of the room. He had to go. It was embarrassing to have to go out in the open room, not
knowing if someone sat behind the two-way mirror on the opposite wall. The shower was worse, however. After each session with Rose, when the drug
in his system had worn off to the point where he could stand, he would be
instructed to take a shower. The shower
was quite literally just a small showerhead that came down from the ceiling and
a depression in the floor that had a drain in the center. He would stand under the spray of first
soapy and then clear water, trying hard to maintain some dignity, until the
water shut off and he slipped into the clean boxers that were left for
him. Then he got to spend the next hour
or so really freezing, shivering so hard that his teeth chattered and his whole
body ached. He hoped that Jim had
better accommodations. Granted, Jim
could turn down the dials against the cold but the sentinel would not react
well to the total and humiliating lack of privacy. And Blair would be to blame once again for this violation of
Jim's privacy... Jim's trust.
Their only
hope was Simon. He hoped that Simon
would ask a few questions. That would
be all it would take to find that something was not quite right. The men that had come for him were not
exactly subtle after all. Please,
Simon, you have got to know that something's wrong. Please, help us. Help Jim
at least.
"Ron,
tell me something I can use, man, please!" Pete urged the man on the other
end of the phone. He listened. "Uh-huh. I see. Okay, can you get
me in to see the man?"
"Yes! Thanks, man, I owe you now." He hung up the phone and turned to the
anxious faces in the room. "I've
got to go back to D.C. Ron's got me an
appointment with the head honcho of the Adler Early Retirement Committee. He won't tell me particulars but he says
that a very large faction of the higher ups have been looking for something to
force Adler out for a long time. And if
Adler goes, then Rose goes."
"Okay,
how does that get Jim and Blair back?
Won't they just give the project to someone else?" Simon
asked.
"Well,
here's the thing. I'm going to do some
fancy talking."
"That's
what Pete calls lying through his teeth."
Kit Chase grinned.
"Thank
you, Kit. Anyway, I'm going to spin a
tale of a couple of regular guys manipulated by Rose to actually believe this
fairy tale of sentinels and guides. Jim
will be our first victim. Deeply
traumatized by his time in Peru, he was an easy target for Rose who convinced
him that he was some kind of 'mythical superman,' to use Rose's own words from
the file. Blair is our second
victim. He was lured into the web by
his own curiosity and was convinced by poor deluded Jim that sentinels were
real and that Jim was one. And oddly
enough, we have a third victim, our own Colonel Maxwell Adler whose own ability
to discern fact from fantasy is becoming more questionable as he approaches
senility. Adler, under Rose's
influence, then had one man called back up for duty and actually kidnapped
another from the Cascade Police Academy.
What do you think, guys? Am I a
genius or what?"
"That
is never going to work, Pete."
Chase shook his head.
"Kit,
you have no faith."
"Then
neither do I," Jesse sighed and put his head down on Simon's desk. "That is so lame."
"I'm
afraid I have to agree with your men, Devereaux." Simon stood and walked around his desk to
stare out his window. "I hope you
have a plan B."
"Only
the tropical island paradise one."
"We are
so very screwed," Jesse whined.
"Ye of
little faith. Well, until you guys come
up with something, I'm going with what I got."
"Will
you get the hell away from me, Holloway!" Captain Ellison screamed at his
"guide."
"I'm
only trying to help, Captain."
"Yeah? Well, you're getting on my damn
nerves!"
"Okay,
gentlemen, perhaps we should call it quits for the day." Rose entered the testing room, shaking his
head. He marked something on his
clipboard and then met Jim's eyes.
"You are resisting your guide, Captain."
"He
annoys the hell out of me. I can't explain
it but there you go."
"Lt.
Holloway, you are dismissed."
Holloway
shot Jim a dirty look and then left the room.
"I can't work with him," Jim stated simply once Holloway was
gone.
"Can
you explain why, Captain? Give me some
reason and we can examine it."
"I
don't know. Maybe I've gotten used to
Sandburg."
"Well,
you will just have to get used to Holloway and you can't do that if you aren't
trying."
"I am
trying. He just bothers me. He's not my guide."
"But he
will be."
Jim sighed
and ran one hand over his short hair.
"Well,
I have to go and talk with our Mr. Sandburg for a bit." Jim watched the man go before heading to the
hand-to-hand combat class he was supposed to be teaching. He closed his eyes and vowed not to listen
in. His conscience gave him an
unpleasant twinge. Jim wanted to be
there with his friend in whatever way he could. Captain Ellison did not care what happened to the young man that
had been his first guide. Captain
Ellison had a new guide. "I have a
new guide," he said aloud.
Blair
scrambled to his feet as the door to his little world opened. “Big Bubba” and “Big Jake,” as Blair had
dubbed them, entered and he warded them off with one hand. “Wait, just wait. I need to talk to the guy behind the mirror. Okay?
Before you shoot that stuff into me, I want to tell him something.” He turned his attention to the two-way
mirror. “Are you there?”
“Yes,
Blair, I am here. What did you want to
tell me?” came the reply.
“Okay. Here it is.” Blair walked to the table and put his hands, palms down, on top
of it. He took a deep breath. “If I’m making a mistake here, may God and
Jim forgive me,” he whispered softly.
“What? I didn’t hear that, Blair.”
Blair
closed his eyes briefly. When he opened
them, he looked straight at his own reflection the mirror. “Captain James
Ellison is a sentinel. All five senses
are heightened. His condition is, from
all the evidence that I have read and seen, genetic. Due to his heightened senses, he is extremely prone to odd
reactions to drugs. He also is prone to
a condition that I call a zone out where he focuses too much on one sense to
the exclusion of everything else.
Please, you have to be careful with him. In my notes I have detailed lists of things that can cause
illness and injury.”
“And
where would those notes be, Blair?”
“In
a safety deposit box at the First Union Bank of Cascade on Willis Street. There’s one problem though. I don’t have the key. It’s in Simon Banks’ office, taped to the
bottom of his top desk drawer. He
doesn’t even know it’s there actually.
If anything happ---happened to me, he would have gotten a letter telling
him where to find it so, I can’t give it to you. Please, I’m begging you; don’t go experimenting on Jim. Tell me he’s still okay. He is okay, right? It was stupid of me not to tell you. You knew already.” He ran
one hand through his tangled hair. “Can
I see Jim now?”
“Tell
me, Blair. What do you hope to gain by
telling me now?”
“Jim’s
safety. With my notes, you’re less
likely to hurt him. Tell me I’m not too
late.”
“So,
your reasons are completely selfless?”
“Truthfully? Not entirely.” Blair glanced at “Bubba” and “Jake.” “Bubba” was fingering the syringe he carried, seemingly anxious
to get on with his business. “I’d be
lying if I told you that I wasn’t hoping to avoid that needle. But I’m not what’s important here. Jim is.
I am nothing compared to him. To
my knowledge he is the only functioning modern sentinel.”
“James
Ellison is a sentinel?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t
you worried that you have betrayed his trust in you, Blair, by telling us
this?”
Blair
swallowed hard and looked down at his hands.
“Yes. But I hope he understands
that I am only trying to keep him from being hurt. I got him into this after all.
Least I can do is try and minimize the damage.”
“What
if I told you this was a test and you just failed?”
Blair
found himself chuckling in spite of himself.
“I’d say that was par for the course for me lately.” “Bubba” and “Jake” moved forward and this
time he did not fight them.
/”Captain
James Ellison is a sentinel. All five
senses are heightened. His condition
is, from all the evidence that I have read and seen, genetic.”/
Jim
could hardly believe his ears. Rose
turned off the tape and turned to him.
“As you can see, it didn’t take very long. This was what we were afraid of.
He simply could not withstand the pressure.”
“The
pain, you mean,” Jim commented absently.
“Well,
nevertheless, our fears were realized.”
“What
now?”
“He’ll
remain where he is for a while. Until I
think he’s ready to listen to my offer to join the project.”
“What
about the colonel? He doesn’t want
Sandburg on the project.”
“I
can handle Maxwell.” Rose slapped him
on the back and left him to his thoughts.
Part
of him wanted to be angry. He wanted to
count this among the many betrayals in his life but how could he? Who had betrayed whom after all? Jim sighed and put his head in his
hands.
He
should have gone to Peru. He should
have told Blair as soon as he remembered the truth. He should have done so many things differently. He laughed at himself ruefully. When his secret was exposed in the media, he
blamed Blair and blew up at his guide, accused the younger man of violating his
trust. What a laugh. The sad truth was that, although he would
have probably lost his job, the publicity would have probably saved his ass
from this particular situation. In his
attempt to prove his loyalty to Jim, Blair debunked his own work, ruined his
reputation, and gave these bastards the opportunity to tear them both out of
their lives. The irony of it was not
lost on Jim. “I am so fucked.”
It
took longer than he wanted it to. His
original appointment had been cancelled.
Then his second appointment had fallen through. Finally, four days after he had arrived back
in D.C., Pete was waiting impatiently for his newest and, he hoped, last
appointment time. Pete paced the length
of the hallway once again. He was about
to repeat the exercise when the door to his right opened and he was beckoned
inside. When he emerged two hours
later, he was not entirely happy but not entirely without hope either. He went back to his apartment, unpacked his
laundry and repacked with clean clothes.
He called Maggie and made arrangements to head back to Cascade.
One
day later, Kit picked him up at the airport and the two of them went straight
to Simon Banks’ office.
“Well?”
Banks demanded as soon as they entered.
Pete
looked at the others present. Besides
Jesse and Banks, there was another man and a woman. “Um, shouldn’t this be
private, Captain?”
“This
is Inspector Connor and Captain Joel Taggart.
They know.”
“I
see. Okay, well, this is what we
have. I have good news and I have bad
news. What do want to hear first?”
“Just
spit it out, mate,” Connor spoke up.
“You
know, you remind me of my sister.” Pete grinned at her. “Officially, I am re-upped as Lt. Peter
Devereaux and assigned to escort two scientists to a facility outside of
Everett to look over the notes and progress of the ‘Guardian Project.’ Three guesses who the scientists are and the
first two don’t count. Unofficially, we
are to remove Captain James Ellison and Blair Sandburg from said facility and
destroy all records of the project.
After which, Adler will be given the choice of retiring or being busted
down in rank.”
“I
don’t get it.” Jesse shook his head.
“Neither
do I.” Connor was reminding him more and more of Darrien as she glared at him.
“It’s
politics, folks. They want Adler to
look bad. Losing research subjects
doesn’t look good.”
“What
about Jim and Sandy? What happens to
them?” the woman demanded.
“Well,
remember my little story you guys said wouldn’t work? Well, it didn’t. You were
right there but I cut a deal. We do
this quietly, make sure it looks like Rose was running a bogus project and
these guys are willing to forget that Jim and Blair exist. Jim has to make an appearance at the
Pentagon and claim that he is not a sentinel for the records and he gets his
life back. I know it doesn’t make much
sense, but maybe that’s just how bad these guys want Adler and Rose.”
“And
if we get caught or something goes wrong?”
“They
don’t know us and we are well and truly fucked.” Pete waited for that
information to sink in before continuing.
“Well, then gentlemen, and lady, let’s get this show on the road. We have preparations to make.” He opened his briefcase and handed Kit a
folded piece of paper. “That’s a map of
the compound, with all the security info you’ll need. Find us the quickest way out of there. We may be walking into the front gate but we may not get to leave
the same way. Jesse, I need you to get
started making up some ID’s for us.”
“You
mean they didn’t give you ID’s for us?” Jesse frowned. “What kind of hack operation are they
running?”
“Truthfully,
Jess, I told ‘em you were faster. For
some reason they were not reassured by that bit of information.” Pete slapped the younger man on the back and
smiled evilly.
“Thanks
a lot, Pete. Big Brother will be
watching me for sure now.” Jesse made a face at his employer.
“I’m
going with you,” Banks announced.
“Joel, hold the fort for me.”
“You
know I will,” the man assured his captain.
“You
can’t go into the compound, Captain.
They will recognize you. But we
may need a driver for the getaway car so pack your bags.”
“What
about me? Do I sit and twiddle my
thumbs? What can I do?”
“Connor,
just stay here and help Joel. I’ll be
in touch if I need you,” Banks told her.
Pete could tell she was not happy about it but she sighed and said
nothing else.
“Anyway,
we will be expected next Friday,” Pete continued.
“Next
Friday?! We have to wait a whole week?” Jesse protested.
“Well,
Jess, there is all that paperwork that has to be produced and filed.”
“Paperwork?”
“Yes,
clearance for Drs. Parker and Barrow to even be there, you know.”
“Parker
and Barrow?” Jesse grinned at him.
“Damn,
Pete. Couldn’t you do better than
that?”
“Excuse
the hell outta me! I tried.”
“Well,
I just have one question. Which one of
us has to be Bonnie?” Kit asked then he and Jesse looked at one another and
said simultaneously, “You!”