waist awaiting my
response.
Geake and I had awoke together on the
bed in his room. We were both still paralyzed. The girls were gone.
Alberto and his piece of shit accomplice were gone.
A few meters away was a button built
into the wall. The pictogram seemed to indicate that pressing it
would summon an attendant. I had to think if that was what we
actually wanted to do.
It was wishful thinking at this point.
My legs weren't numb. I could feel them but I couldn't move them at
all. My arms were the same way but I could slightly shrug my
shoulders and move my head around.
"Anything to say for yourself,
Sergeant? Got any ideas?"
"I think she had a penis. I could feel
it on my neck." Geake said.
"You've got bigger problems right now.
We’ve obviously been drugged."
"It’ll wear off. Don't worry. Here, let
me try."
Geake grunted and twisted his body off
the bed but crashed onto the carpet with a soft thump.
"Nice. What about that button? Try and
crawl to the button."
"No! Don’t push it. Don't ever push it.
We’ll be fine," he said.
“To hell with that, I can't stand this.
I'm going for it.”
By concentrating, I could now move my
arms a little but they were loose, like the bones had been
removed.
I was going to throw something at the
button, hopefully to bring an attendant who could maybe administer
a shot or something that would counteract the paralytic. They might
have that sort of thing at a place like this. Then we’d make a
quick exit out of the club and cab it over to the airport,
concocting a cover story along the way. No problem, we'd probably
be late returning to base but we hadn't really done anything that
bad as far as I knew.
I threw one of the pillows at it.
Stupid. Not even close.
Geake's arm came up and snatched the
other pillow down to the floor,
“Don't do it, sir. I'm begging
you.”
There was nothing left on the bed to
throw. My legs were still useless. I checked my watch; we had been
unconscious for a few hours. Or was it six hours? I couldn't think
straight. It was three or six. My head started to spin in trying to
comprehend the dial – however long, it was too long....an idea,
definitely could work. The watch came off. I slid one finger along
the side of the steel case and focused on the circle of white
plastic.
A hit! The watch ruptured. The insides
flew out onto the floor like tiny metallic leaves. The button
blinked red.
"AH HA! Shit, goddamnit!"
Geake pulled his upper body onto the
bed and gawked at me.
"What did you do?" He said.
"That was my grandfather’s watch. I'm
such an idiot. Jesus, what was I thinking?"
I wiggled off the bed and tried
scrapping up the watch parts from the carpet. Geake saw the
blinking button and started moaning. He stood up, panicking, and
began pacing around the room talking to himself.
"Help me get the watch! That's an
order!" The little gears were everywhere. My drugged-out pawing at
them only pushed them further into the carpet.
Then the door blew open at the hinges
and a dozen MP’s in full combat armor flooded into the
room.
"What were the drugs you were trying to
recover off the floor?" the Colonel asked me. He had a strictly
formal but friendly sort of way about him. He projected intensity
from across the desk.
"There were no drugs, sir. It was a
watch, my watch. I was trying to recover pieces of the
mechanism."
He nodded his head slowly after my
answer like he had expected to hear it. I hadn't told him any real
details at all about what had happened. I suspected he knew quite a
bit anyway.
The Colonel picked up a figure on his
desk and quietly studied it. It was a rider on horseback
brandishing a saber. Civil War, I think.
"Well, you’re a bad influence." He said
finally. "And your military career is now over." He looked directly
at me as he said this and I saw the deep wrinkles hiding in his
face.
"This is a critical time for us,
Waller. It's not 2060 anymore. You don't fit in here. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, and you’re