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Chapter Three
“ She didn’t know us,” Kane
said as soon as they’d trooped inside the cabin they used as a safe
house near the city—‘near’ being a subjective way of describing it
since it was two and a half hours from the city.
Despite the fact that it had been
hours since they’d dropped Laurie Stone at her hotel nobody asked
‘who?’. “Because it wasn’t Lindsey, you dumb fuck!” Damien growled,
stalking into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the
fridge.
Kane glared at his back. “How do you
know that? She looked like Cpl. Merriweather. She was right behind
us. She could’ve been sucked through, too.”
Damien turned to look at him for a
long moment and then exchanged a significant look with Lucien. “She
didn’t know us,” Lucien responded succinctly.
“ Yeah, but we knew her and
we pretended we didn’t. Couldn’t she have been pretending too?”
Kane said pointedly.
Lucien shook his head, caught the beer
Damien tossed to him and sprawled on the couch. “Her
file.”
Kane glanced from Lucien to the other
two men and stalked into the kitchen to get himself a beer since
Damien hadn’t bothered to get anybody one but himself and Lucien,
his twin brother. “We’ve got files, too. We’ve got the files on the
men that we were and files we made up after we got
here.”
Basil spoke up for the
first time. “We weren’t those men. Those poor bastards are probably on
Xeno-12 right now, wondering what the fuck happened, just like
we’re here, wondering the same.”
Kane frowned, thought it over. “You
know what I mean,” he growled irritably.
“ Alright, let me put it
this way,” Lucien said when Kane reached the living area again.
“One, I saw Cpl. Merriweather when we went through the vortex and
I’m pretty damned sure she didn’t. And two, five minutes in
Laurie’s company is enough to convince me that she is definitely
NOT Merriweather.” He took a draught of his beer. “I’ll admit it
gave me a nasty turn when the DA handed that file over and I got my
first look at her. I wasn’t convinced it wasn’t her when we were
doing surveillance. But now I’m convinced. She isn’t
Meriwether.”
Damien dropped into his favorite
chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing
them at the ankles. “Well, where the fuck does that leave us? Here
I thought we might be getting closer to finding out what the hell
happened or, more importantly, how to get the hell out of this
place, and now we’re back at square one?”
Lucien stared at his bottle
broodingly, as if it was a crystal ball. “I think we can accept the
theory that we’re in an alternate universe,” he finally said
musingly.
“ Don’t start that again!”
Kane snapped. “It gives me a fucking headache!”
“ Shut the fuck up and let
him talk!” Damien and Basil snarled at the same time.
Lucien, who’d already opened his mouth
to blast him, closed it again and tried to pick up the thread of
his thoughts. “We know we sure as hell ain’t in Kansas anymore,
ToTo!” he snapped. “Nothing else fits—whether we know how we got
here or not!”
“ We got here through the
damned vortex! Don’t tell me you forgot that!”
Lucien glared at Kane.
Basil, who’d just returned from the
kitchen to get a beer for himself, punched his shoulder. “How about
you just shut the fuck up and listen for a change? How about
that?”
Jostled, Kane, who’d been about to
take a sip of his beer, poured it down the front of his shirt
instead. Uttering a snarl of rage, he bounded out of his seat.
Damien had been prepared for it. He punched Kane in the chest,
sending him sprawling in his seat again.
“ Cut it out!” Lucien
roared. “I can’t fucking think when y’all start that
shit!”
Everyone froze for a moment, exchanged
glares, and then settled in their seats.
Silence reigned for
several minutes. Finally, Lucien resumed his speculation.
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