Wages of Sin Part 2
Danae
Disclaimers/Warnings:
see part 1
Robert
Rose stood watching the person on the other side of the observation
mirror. The subject of his fascination
stared off into space and muttered softly.
Rose reached out and touched the window before him reverently. “Soon.
Very soon, my dear. When Ellison
is safely out of the way and doing Max’s bidding, you’ll have what you
need. And you and I will be writing our
own ticket.”
He
turned and walked from the observation room.
He had to go and see how Captain Ellison and his guide were doing. Holloway was having a difficult time with
the stubborn captain. He smiled. Ellison and Holloway would sink or
swim. They were not really his
priority. Maxwell wanted his own
sentinel so that he could prove to his detractors that he was not the relic
that he indeed was. All Rose wanted
from Ellison was a little DNA. That he
already had. Full physical exams had
their benefit. The look on Ellison’s
face had been priceless when Rose had given him that cup and told him what he
was to do it. What he really wanted was
Blair Sandburg. A strong natural guide
was what Rose really needed. What she
needed. Now, he only needed to separate
the young man from Jim Ellison once and for all. Perhaps, young Blair should learn the truth about his fine
friend. A few twists and turns in the
truth could not hurt his cause either.
Rose sighed with contentment and ambled down the hallway, exiting the
part of the facility that the good colonel was not even aware was inhabited.
“Damn
it, Holloway! Get out of my face! Can’t you follow a simple order, soldier?”
Jim exclaimed, shoving the younger man back.
“You
were on the verge of zoning, Captain.
It’s my job to keep you from zoning.”
The hint of disrespect in the tone did not go unnoticed.
“Oh,
and just how did you determine that I was about to zone?”
“Your
eyes were all glassy and unfocused.”
Holloway waved his own hand around his eyes.
Jim
sighed. “Holloway, do you think that
maybe what you thought was glassy and unfocused was actually just
concentration? Do you think that maybe
I was trying to see the very smallest detail until your ugly face moved in to
block my view and nearly give me a heart attack?”
“Well,
this doesn’t seem to be going well.”
Jim
turned to face Robert Rose. “Would you
please explain to this ‘guide’ that he does not have to get in my face every
time he thinks I’m zoning? I hate that. And would you please explain that
concentration is not the same thing as a zone?
I can’t get any work done if he interrupts me constantly.”
“Holloway,
why don’t you go get some lunch? I have
to speak with Captain Ellison.”
Holloway
gave them both a half-hearted salute and left quickly. Jim shoved the cards he had been concentrating
on for this latest test away and faced Rose with a glare.
“What
is this stuff supposed to prove?” He
flung out one hand at the cards.
“That
you can distinguish even the most minute color variations. It’s just a visual acuity test, Jim. Nothing more.”
“I’ve
already done this kind of stuff with Sandburg and you have his notes and
dissertation.”
Rose
only smiled slightly and changed the subject.
“We need to talk about Blair, Jim.”
“What
about him?” Jim suppressed both the
anxiety and the irritation that the mention of Blair evoked and fought to
remain as passive as possible.
“As
you know, the colonel does not want him here.
I have thus far been able to keep Maxwell placated but that has been
becoming more and more difficult. It does
not help my cause that Blair is not being cooperative at all.”
“He
told you everything you wanted hear.
What else could he need to cooperate with?”
“Well,
you see, I have convinced Maxwell that Blair might be beneficial to the program
in the capacity of a trainer for new guides but Blair is unwilling to sign
on. I was hoping that you could speak
with him.”
Jim’s
heart dropped into his feet. Face Blair
with the truth, that’s what Rose wanted.
He wanted Jim to walk into that room in uniform and tell his best friend
that he was actively participating in the project and that Blair should be
too. Let Blair know that he was not the
prisoner that Blair was. Let his old
guide know that he had been replaced.
Show himself and his betrayal to the man he had accused of
betrayal. “What--” He took a deep breath. “What do you want me to say to him?”
“Just
tell him to do what he is told. Tell
him to cooperate, do whatever he is asked.
Otherwise, I’ll do the talking.”
“You’re
going to tell him everything, aren’t you?”
“He’ll
find out eventually. It’s best if he
finds out now and accepts it so that we can all move ahead before Maxwell
becomes impatient enough to do something drastic. Don’t you agree?”
Jim
swallowed the lump in his throat. “One way
or another, he’s going to hate me, right?”
“Oh,
I don’t know. Our Blair has been very
forgiving so far. I’m hoping that he can continue to forgive and forget.”
Jim
chuckled a little. “Rose, Sandburg may
forgive but he never forgets.”
“That
may well be but we must have him on board or Maxwell is going to have him
shipped away to a mental hospital with orders for lots of thorazine.”
Jim
swore under his breath. That was
exactly what he had been afraid of.
Kit
Chase sat up in bed and rubbed one hand over his face. “Damn, I hate that.” He could still feel the
heat of the jungle that had surrounded him in the strange dream. Dream, he thought. “Yeah, right. Gramps, I
hate these vision things,” he spoke aloud to the man who had first taught him
what he was and how to use his ability to his advantage. He debated calling his grandfather and
having the old man help him decipher what he had seen. He had been in a strange place, somewhere he
had never seen or been, looking at a temple, and watching a wolf pace on the
steps of that temple. He had not been
the only one watching the wolf either.
There were others there. He
could not see them at first, but he could sense them. Then the wolf howled, the sound somehow mournful and angry at the
same time. Suddenly, there was an
Indian in front of him. Kit did not
recognize the older man’s tribe from his clothing. He had opened his mouth to ask questions only to be cut off with
a wave of the man’s hand.
“You
must guard.”
“Why
me?”
The
man had actually shrugged. “Because you can.
Look and understand.”
Kit
then turned back to the temple and saw the man in the doorway. He sat with his legs drawn up to his chest,
his wary eyes on the jungle. The wolf
stopped next to him, his hackles raised as he too stared out into the trees
beyond the steps of the temple. Kit had
moved so that he could see what had alarmed them. Jaguars, one black and one spotted, moved in the underbrush. Even closer to the steps, Kit could see a
large snake and off to one side, a wild, rabid-looking dog. Kit had turned back to the Indian only to
find himself alone. He woke up at that
point.
“Fuck. Something tells me that this assignment just
got really complicated.”
Jim
woke up and dressed in his dress uniform just as he had been instructed. Today was the day that he would have to face
Blair with the truth. He drew himself
up to his full height and opened the door to come face to face with Rose.
“Good
morning, Jim.”
“Sir.”
Jim nodded slightly.
“Are
you ready?”
Again,
Jim nodded.
“Good. Shall we then?” He gestured down the hall and Jim preceded him. “Now when we arrive, wait outside the room
until I tell you to enter. I’ll try to
explain the situation to Blair before he sees you and jumps to conclusions.”
Jim
knew better but he was in no position to argue and he knew it. Rose would tell Blair whatever he wanted and
Blair would no doubt hate Jim all the more for it. He would take Blair’s hatred
as his just reward for his fear and his failure. After all, Jim had signed away Blair’s life along with his own
all those years ago without ever knowing it.
They arrived outside Blair’s prison all too soon and Jim stopped in
front of the door where a corporal waited to allow him entry when the time
came. Rose continued on into the
observation room and disappeared behind that door. Against his better judgment, Jim decided to listen.
“Good
morning, Blair.”
“Screw
you, man. I told you what you wanted
and you promised I could see Jim. I
still haven’t seen him. Have you hurt
him? Is that why I haven’t seen
him? If he’s hurt, I need to see
him! And you’re still sending those
goons in here to drug me, you fucker.
Now, what the hell is going on?”
Blair Sandburg was irate. He was
up and pacing in front of the mirror.
“We
are just giving you tranquilizers because you seem to be having some difficulty
sleeping.”
“Oh,
right. Gee, I wonder why I’m having
difficulty sleeping. Let’s see,
couldn’t be my lovely accommodations.
Couldn’t be the fact that I can’t tell day from night shut up in here
with the lights on all the time.
Couldn’t be the fact that you drug me into oblivion over and over so
that my system’s all screwed up. And it
certainly couldn’t be that I have asked over and over to see Jim and you still
haven’t let me so I’m so worried that you might have killed him that I can’t
sleep. Where is Jim, damn it!?”
“Actually,
Blair, he is waiting right outside your door.
He just wanted me to talk to you first.
He wants me to try to help you understand.”
The
young man’s eyes flicked over to the door and then back to the mirror. Rose could see the conflict in his
eyes. He wanted to talk to Ellison but
he wanted the forthcoming explanation too.
His curiosity won. “Understand
what?”
“Let
me see if I can explain this. You see,
when Captain Ellison returned from Peru, he was plagued by out of control
sensory input. He was referred to me
for treatment for what everyone thought was some sort of hallucination. But I discovered very quickly that he was
not hallucinating at all. I went in
search of answers for this extraordinary phenomenon and found a monograph by an
anthropologist named Richard Burton.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
Captain James Ellison was a sentinel.
We worked with him, tried to help him control his gift but we could only
get so far before he would enter what you have termed a zone out. So, I went back to Burton’s writings for
answers and found out about the sentinel’s companion. Unfortunately, Burton did not seem as interested in the companion
as perhaps he should have been because there was nothing there to really work
with. I, on the other hand, decided
that the companion had to be the key to the sentinel’s ability to function. I put together a profile of what I thought
the companion should be and sent out feelers.
One person that I sent out a feeler to was my old high school chum, Eli
Stoddard.”
Blair
Sandburg was no idiot. Rose smiled as
he watched his captive audience put the pieces together. He was shaking his head. “No.
That’s not possible.”
“It’s
true. Eli told me about his favorite
student. He suggested that I send the
information I had on sentinels to Rainier and he would try to see if he could
get this favored student interested in studying the subject. Now, don’t get angry with Eli. He had no idea what our real plans
were. He just wanted to help out an old
friend and a student at the same time.
He figured the subject would challenge you and that your study would
enable me to get the government to institute and finance a larger study.”
“You
sent the monograph to Dr. Stoddard?”
“Yes,
and funded a great deal of your research.
The majority of your grants came from us or from sources that we
control.”
“No! I won’t believe that. I worked for what I got! I taught and
applied for grants and got scholarships!
You did not give me anything!”
“It’s
true that we did not give you everything.
You have worked very hard. In
fact, we would have been happier if you had not taken a teaching fellowship. It took you away from your research, but
that we could not control. The
university was as blissfully unaware as Eli, and you, for that matter.”
Sandburg
stared at him for a long moment then shook his head as if trying to clear
it. “And Jim? How much did he know?”
“Captain
Ellison was aware that we were attempting to find a companion for him. A guide, if you prefer. He also knew that we were having some
problems and that his guide would not be fully trained for a number of
years. He voluntarily underwent
hypnosis to suppress his memories of his senses. He wanted to be normal, he said, at least for a little
while. Now, we weren’t quite ready for
the two of you to meet. And the
hypnosis was not as successful as we hoped but fate brought the two of you
together and for quite a while things seemed to be going just fine. Then Ms. Barnes came along. Tell me, Blair, what was it like? Dying, I mean. At the hands of a sentinel, no less. How ironic. At any rate,
the two of you survive that only to have your dissertation become public. Do you realize that if you had not declared
yourself a fraud, we would not have been able to touch you? If you disappeared there would have been too
many questions. But after your little
announcement, no one would think it odd that you decided to disappear for a
while or forever, for that matter.
Irony yet again. To make matters
worse, Captain Ellison, once he was reactivated, was behaving like a jackass. We weren’t sure of his motivation. Was he trying to drive you away or was he
simply reverting to his black ops persona?”
“Jim
knew? When did he know?” The voice had gone from irate to
defeated.
“Oh,
right after the Barnes incident. We
were concerned about his behavior. We
had put quite a bit of time into you.
We couldn’t have you end up dead or maimed or damaged. His performance was less than stellar, don’t
you agree?”
“And
he didn’t tell me.”
Rose
smiled at the whispered comment.
“Blair, this was a black op, of sorts.
He was not authorized to tell you or anyone. He was following orders.”
“Following
orders? Following orders. Bastard.”
“Perhaps
but he is a soldier and soldiers follow orders. Now, Blair, I’m hoping that you will listen to reason. We would like to have you on board the
program. You are, as far as we can
tell, not just a scholar on our subject but I believe that you are a natural
guide. That as genetic as Ellison’s
gifts are, yours are just as genetic.”
“That’s
ridiculous. Not only is that not likely
in and of itself, do you realize how astronomical the odds are that you just
happened to ‘find’ me, a so called natural guide, with your stupid plan and
profile. And just what kind of
profile? No, this is ridiculous.”
“Well,
it’s my theory. Now, we just have to
prove it. So, can I count on you?”
“Forget
it.”
“I
thought you might say that. Perhaps
you’ll change your mind after you speak with Captain Ellison.”
A
moment of silence followed that declaration then Blair turned to face the door
as he heard it open. Then Jim was
there. He was healthy and whole,
dressed in his Army uniform. If that
were not enough to tell him that Rose was not lying, Blair could also see the
shame in Jim’s eyes before the sentinel slammed down his shields to show Blair
the hard glint of the covert operative he had once been and was again. “Jim?”
Blair felt tears of betrayal and pain welling up and could not stop them
from falling.
“Sandburg. Do what they ask.”
“But
Jim--”
“Just
do what you’re told! You do not have
any other real choice. It’s the program
or--”
“Or
what?”
“You
don’t want to know.”
“You
son of a bitch. How could you do this
to me? Why? What did I ever do to you but try to help? Why, Jim?
Just tell me why.”
“I
was following orders, Sandburg. Like
you should.”
“So,
I should be a good little guide and follow orders. Their orders, your orders.
Just follow along behind you like a well-trained puppy?”
“Not
me, Sandburg. I have a guide.”
“What?” Blair felt as if he had been punched in the
gut. He struggled to catch his breath.
“You’ll
be training my new guide, Sandburg.”
“No. Fuck you.
And fuck you!” Blair screamed at the mirror. “You can all go to hell.”
“Captain
Ellison, please leave the room and let Blair think this over. He’s too emotional right now to make a
logical decision about this.” The voice
instructed and Jim was gone before Blair could say anything more but he also
knew that Jim could still hear him.
“I
hate you, Ellison. You fucking
hypocrite. I will never forgive you for
this. Never.”
Simon
stared at the letter that had been hand delivered to his office by one of the
Anthropology TA’s from Rainier. He had
thanked the young woman and watched her go before folding his big body into his
desk chair and carefully placing the letter on his blotter. The envelope lay there, daring him to open
it. Slowly, he lifted one hand and
touched the thing. He drew a deep
breath and snatched it up. He tore into
it and quickly unfolded the paper inside before he could lose his nerve.
“Look
under your desk drawer, Simon. I’m
sorry and thank you for everything.
Blair.” He read aloud then
swallowed the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him.
He
put the paper on the desk and slid out of his chair. He reached under the desktop and found what was taped there. He pulled the key and the card off the
drawer and looked at them. Minutes
later he was on his way to First Union Bank of Cascade. Once there, the manager led him to the
safety deposit box. He stared
alternately at the key and the box for a few moments before taking a deep
breath and slipping the key into the lock.
The manager smiled at him and placed his own key into the second
lock. Together they pulled out the box
only to discover that it was empty.
Simon swore under his breath.
“The bastards beat me to it,” he said aloud.
“I
haven’t let anyone in here, sir.” The
manager looked sincerely upset. “I
don’t understand.”
Simon
sighed. “It’s not your fault. Thank you.”
He shuffled out of the bank, leaving the manager to puzzle out his
security breach on his own. Simon had
his own problems.
“Have
you had enough time to calm down and think about your options?”
Blair
spun around to face the mirror. “I
don’t have any options and you know that, you son of a bitch.”
“Blair,
Blair, that’s not helping anyone. All
you have to do is work with me here. I
think we can all benefit from this turn of events.”
Blair
laughed bitterly. “Benefit? You think I can benefit from this? I’m locked up in this room. I’m never going to be allowed to walk out of
here, am I? And the best I can hope for
is the privilege of training Lord Captain Ellison’s ‘new’ guide. That’s real nice. Thank you. Sounds like a
great life to me.”
“Actually,
there is something else you can do for me.
If you agree, I may be able to find you some other options.”
Blair
was suspicious. He glared at the glass
with narrowed eyes. “What? And what other options?”
“If
you can behave yourself, I’ll show you.
I think that you and I can do great things together. What do you say?”
“Let’s
hear it then.”
“I’ll
send Corporal Burns to get you in a few moments.”
He
was getting out of this room. And if
there was half a chance, he was going to get out of this place if he had to die
trying. He stood staring defiantly at
the door, half wondering who Burns was.
Would it be Bubba or Jake?
Another part of his brain was trying to sift through the past year of
his life. He had died and come
back. He had lost his job, his
reputation, his dream of becoming a PhD, and now, apparently his best
friend. If indeed Jim had been a friend
at all. A pain shot through his chest
at that thought. Jim had known what
they were going to do but he had not told Blair. He let it happen. He let
them lock Blair into this room and drug him and humiliate him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and
blinked away the threatening tears. The
door opened and Bubba stepped inside.
The big man crooked a finger at him.
Blair hesitated for a split second then moved to the door. Amazingly enough, they did not restrain him
in any way. He had expected handcuffs,
but instead Bubba Burns just let him walk.
Burns walked behind him, pointing the way from time to time. He led Blair into a part of the facility
that looked deserted. Then he ordered
Blair to stop in front of a door. He
knocked on the door and a moment later, an older man with salt and pepper hair
opened the door.
“Come
in, Blair. Corporal, you wait
here. Thank you.” The man grabbed Blair by the arm and then tucked
Blair under his arm as they started down the hall. Blair tried to pull away from the suddenly overly friendly man
but he held tight. Blair was all at
once uncertain that he had made the right choice. His mind conjured up all sorts of things that the man might
require of him. “Blair, my name is
Robert Rose. You and I have a lot in
common. I know you don’t believe that
but it’s true. We are both scientists
with an interest in sentinels. I know
that you think that this mess with Captain Ellison is the end of your dream of
helping a sentinel but you are wrong.
Captain Ellison has moved on. He
is resuming his military career, which was always the goal of the project. He has a new guide that suits the needs of
the military as well as Captain Ellison’s needs. However, that doesn’t mean that you will not have the opportunity
to work with a sentinel again.”
Blair
was puzzled. “You’ve found another
sentinel?”
“No,
not exactly.” Rose stopped. There was a door at his back. He turned quickly and unlocked it. “We didn’t find another sentinel.” The man placed a hand on Blair’s back and
pushed him forward even as he opened the door.
“You did.”
The
door closed behind him before he could ask what Rose was talking about and he
was locked in the room. “Hey! What the hell is going on here?”
A
growl from behind him caused his heart to drop into his feet. He turned slowly and faced the nightmare
that had haunted him for nearly a year.
“No,” he whispered. “Oh god.”
She
rose slowly from her crouch in the corner and moved toward him. She sniffed the air and growled again.
“Rose! Get me outta here!” he screamed and pounded
on the door without taking his eyes off of her. “She’s gonna kill me, Rose!
You can’t leave me in here!”
“You’re
a guide. You can help her. You will help her, Blair. If you refuse, you will never see the
outside world again. Do you
understand?”
“Oh
god. This can’t be happening. She’s crazy, Rose! She lost her mind, man.”
“But
not her senses. She is your sentinel,
Blair. You can and will do this.”
She
was circling him and he trembled as she touched the back of his neck. Her hand caressed his neck as she came
around to stand just inches from his face.
He could feel her breath on his face and he raised his eyes to hers. He knew instantly that that was the wrong
thing to do. He was on his back with
her hands wrapped around his throat in the space of a second. “Alex, no please, not again.”
Moments
passed into eternity and Blair’s vision dimmed as he started to lose consciousness. Then Alex’s face was replaced with Bubba’s
and Blair was surprised at how happy he was to see the big ugly man hovering
over him. It was a fleeting happiness, however,
as he remembered that he should be trying to escape. He surged up and shoved at Bubba hard and the corporal fell on
his ass. Rose had his hands full trying
to hold onto Alex and the door stood open.
Blair cleared the room door and the hall door before Bubba appeared to
give pursuit. Blair could hear Rose
yelling at the man, telling him not to kill Blair and Blair was absurdly
thankful for that. Briefly, he worried
that he was only clothed in boxers then dismissed that worry. He would rather be naked and free than be
tied to Alex Barnes and Robert Rose.
Suddenly, he saw what he was looking for: an outside door. His hand just touched the handle when the
pain overtook him. He dropped to his
knees even as his mind registered what was happening. He had been hit with a tazor.
He tried to scream his defiance but nothing would come out of his
mouth. He tried to struggle back to his
feet but the electricity coursing through him kept his body from obeying his
orders. The last conscious thought he had
as he succumbed was that Jim had known.
He had to know. Jim would have
sensed Alex. Wouldn’t he? Jim had told him to do as he was told. Jim had known. That betrayal hurt worse than the bite of the tazor and something
in Blair cracked and broke. He welcomed
the darkness and vowed to stay there.
“Enqueri.”
Jim
turned and faced Incacha. The Chopec
shaman walked slowly toward him, out of the jungle foliage. He was glaring at Jim in a way that made
Jim’s face flush. “Incacha, I don’t
need riddles right now.”
“No
riddles. What have you done, Enqueri?”
“What
do want me to say, Incacha? I screwed
up. I didn’t handle this very well but
I’m going to fix it somehow. Okay?”
“You
have deserted your guide.”
“I
didn’t have a choice. I have another
guide, one that’s military and understands operational necessity. Blair never did and never could. And I’m going to make Rose release him. Once I get back on an even keel with
Holloway, I’ll have some leverage. Who
knows, maybe Sandburg will work on the project.”
The
man was shaking his head even as Jim spoke.
“Look, Enqueri. Look what you
have done.” The man pointed and Jim
turned. His breath caught in his
throat. Blair Sandburg huddled in the
doorway of a temple that rose up from the jungle floor. The wolf that Jim knew as the younger man’s
spirit guide paced before him, stopping occasionally to growl and snap his jaws
at adversaries that only it could see.
Jim’s feet moved of their own accord.
He approached the temple only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
He
faced Incacha once again. “What?”
“You
have lost the right. He is not your
guide anymore.”
“Incacha,
he needs me.”
“Does
he? No, he needs a sentinel.”
“I’m
a sentinel.”
“No,
you are not.”
“What?”
“You
deserted your guide. No sentinel would
do that. You are no longer a sentinel.”
“A
sentinel is a sentinel as long as he chooses to be. You told me that.”
“Or
as long as he deserves to be. You were
given a gift and you turned your back on it.”
“I
didn’t have a choice!” Jim abruptly
pulled away. “He looks terrible,” he
mumbled. He moved toward the temple
again. This time, Incacha did not try
to stop him. He paused at the bottom of
the steps. “Blair?”
The
wolf spun on him and snarled even as Blair surged to his feet. Jim saw the knife in his friend’s hand. He held out one hand in entreaty and raised
the other to show that he was not armed.
A sound off to Jim’s right made him look and he nearly stepped back at
the sight of a large snake. “Shit. Blair, come on, buddy. Let me help.” He started up the steps but he did not get far. The wolf lunged for him.
And
he woke up. He sat up in bed and wiped
one hand across his face. Something was
very wrong with Sandburg. He was torn. He was not supposed to care. He needed not to care but he got out of bed
and got dressed. He left his room. He fought to keep his pace casual. Running through the corridors would blow the
illusion of apathy. He was halfway to
Blair’s prison and he tried to extend his hearing in the hopes that he would
find that his midnight stroll was just a waste of good sleeping time. His ears did not seem to want to cooperate,
however. He shook his head and tried
again. Nothing happened. He stopped in mid-stride. One by one, he tested his other senses. Usually, in the corridors of the facility,
he could pick up stimulus for all his senses.
The air was always scented with sweat, gun oil, and institutional
cleansers. His sense of taste could
taste that gun oil and a sharp lemon flavor that hung in the air from the floor
wax. His eyes could pick out even the
smallest crack in the tiles under his feet.
He could tell which corridors had been recently occupied by registering
residual heat. It was always warmer
where the people had been. And hearing
was especially interesting. The
building echoed every little sound, even the ones too small for ordinary ears
to pick up initially. Jim could hear
them all and all their echoes.
Normally. Not now. Then it hit him. In the dream, Incacha had told him that he was no longer a
sentinel. He was so focused on Sandburg
when he woke up that he had forgotten about that.
Jim
swore under his breath. “That’s just
great, Incacha. Thanks. Fuck!”
He closed his eyes and stood there for a moment. “We are so very fucked now.” He started to just go back to his room. What could he do after all? But his conscience would not let him. He had to see Sandburg. He sighed and continued down the hallway. There was a guard on the door. Jim nodded at the man then slipped into the
observation room and closed the door behind him. There was no one in the room at that time of night and Jim moved
to the window. What he saw sent a wave
of panic through him and he ran from the room.
“Open the door!” he ordered the soldier on duty.
“Sir? I can’t, sir.”
“Open
that damn door now!”
“Captain--”
Jim
grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “Give me the keys, soldier. That is an order.”
“But
I’m under orders from the Colonel.” The
younger man stammered even as he fumbled with the key.
Jim
snatched the key from him and then dropped the man. “I’ll handle the Colonel.
Call Rose. Do it now.” Jim quickly unlocked the door and stumbled
into the brightly lit room. He flung
himself on the floor next to the prone figure of his former guide. “Sandburg!”
There was no response. No
movement or reaction. Blair Sandburg’s
blue eyes were open and staring, empty, dead.
But, Jim realized in wonder, his chest rose and fell. He was alive. “Blair?” Jim cringed at the pathetic desperation he heard in his
own voice. He reached out and touched
the younger man’s forehead. And was in
the jungle again. The wolf lunged for
his throat and Jim fell back. He hit
the jungle floor and rolled away from the powerful jaws. The snake hissed at him as he landed right
next to it. He scrambled back and
turned to defend himself from the wolf again only to see that it had returned
to Sandburg’s side. He turned as he
heard other sounds behind him but could only see shadows moving in the trees. The wolf howled then and the sound cut through
Jim’s chest like a knife.
“Captain
Ellison!” Rose’s voice brought him back
from the vision.
Jim
was up and in the man’s face in an instant.
“What the hell did you do to him?”
“Blair
tried to escape. We did not injure
him. We simply stopped him. He will be fine.”
“You
call that fine? He’s catatonic!”
“I
believe it to be an act to get us to let down our guard. I have told him, however, that I will not
allow this farce to go on for long. If
he continues this, he will be punished.
Now, I have answered your questions.
Answer mine. What are you doing here?”
“You
stupid son of a bitch. That is not an
act—,” Jim shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand.
“Captain,
what are you doing here?”
“Confirming
my reservation in hell.” Jim sat down
on the floor next to the man that had taught him that he was not a freak, the
man that gave him unconditional friendship, the man that trusted him and called
him a Blessed Protector. “I am so very
sorry, Blair.”
They
were trying to take his project from him.
He should have known. Rose threw
the notice on the desk. He should have
expected the double-cross. After all,
he was planning one or two himself.
MacNamara was sending some “scientists” to check on his progress. He was not falling for that. This was the very last thing he needed at
the moment. Ellison was claiming that
he had lost his sentinel abilities.
Sandburg was still pulling his zombie routine, despite Rose’s promise of
punishment. Adler was all up in arms
because “his” sentinel was not “working.”
Holloway was useless. And now,
MacNamara was sending his people in to spy on him. He had hoped to have his own sentinel “working” so to speak
before he was visited by his backers.
It
was not that he was not grateful to MacNamara.
After all, the man had managed to keep the project from being shut down
by Adler’s enemies in the Pentagon. It
amazed Robert to find that some of the people in the Pentagon did actually have
scruples. They were willing to overlook
the highly irregular re-enlistment of Captain James Ellison, using the fact
that he did sign that questionable agreement when he was released from the
service. But for some reason, they
decided to get all upset over the acquisition of Blair Sandburg. MacNamara’s people came up with some
interesting photos of the whiners and suddenly, the Pentagon was back on
board. But now… now, MacNamara was up
to something. Of course, when the man’s
spies got here they would be sorely disappointed. Alex Barnes was still a feral creature and Blair Sandburg was a
vegetable. Correction, playing the
vegetable. He grinned. Actually, that worked in his favor. MacNamara would still need him. Only he could control Barnes.
Still,
he did not want interlopers. Yet, they
would be here in the morning, this Lieutenant Devereaux and two
“scientists.” Drs. Barrow and Parker,
how ridiculous. Well, they would find
nothing, see nothing, and do nothing.
Nothing but die. It was time to
rid himself of Max and his delusions.
It was time to get rid of Goody-Two-Shoes Ellison. Tomorrow night he would leave here with his
sentinel and her reluctant guide. And
when Blair had been taught his place in the world, Robert would sell Alex’s
talents to the highest bidder and he would be a rich man indeed. He rose from his desk. He had work to do. And now, he had just the right people to take the blame.