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Authors: Benjamin Sobieck
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laundry on a clothesline.
“That’s better,” Doctor X says and brushes himself off.
The movements in the moonlight get closer. They’re just beyond eyesight, but I can make out their general form now. They look like people hunched over while rushing back and forth.
A red dot on my chest provides some clarity about their activities. They’re definitely carrying guns.
“I thought you were going to call them off,” I say.
“They don’t take direction easily. It’s part of the reason that Iceman is so important,” Doctor X says.
“And what, exactly, does that mean?” Hillary says. I notice she sports a matching red dot over her heart, too.
Doctor X grabs ahold of his chin and the back of his head. With a quick twist, he cracks his neck. His one good eye looks both of us up and down.
“On my command, my helpers will kill you. Or, should I not issue that command, they will eventually disperse. I hold your lives in my hands. I stand to offer you the greatest act of mercy or of brutality possible,” Doctor X says.
“Thanks for the reminder, Captain Obvious,” I say and turn on the .45’s laser sight. I aim it back at the source of the laser sight trained on me. I might be dead in a moment, but I’m going out the only way I know how: by fucking with the people trying to do me in.
Doctor X grimaces and says, “It seems to me that such an act of mercy would put you two in debt to me, wouldn’t you agree?”
Where’s he going with this?
“No, I wouldn’t agree with that at all,” Hillary says. “You’re the asshole who took my Iceman. You owe me, not the other way around.
“Then let me put it this way,” Doctor X says and runs a hand over his hairless head. “In exchange for saving your lives, you may repay me with a ride in your vehicle, since mine is out of commission. Then you may work on paying off your debt in another way. Deal?”
I exchange unsure glances with Hillary. We don’t have much of a choice.
“Deal,” Hillary and I say at the same time.
“Good,” Doctor X says. “Let’s go.”
I’ve made deals with devils before, but even this one is pushing my luck. As I come to find out a few minutes later, we should’ve taken our chances with those “helpers” instead.
16.
Some day, I’ll wish I could recall how we got to what I can only describe as Doctor X’s secret lair in the Texas countryside. He made Hillary and I wear blindfolds on the slow, bumpy ride over while demonstrating his one-eyed driving abilities. To hell with depth perception.
I don’t use the term “secret lair” loosely. When we are finally allowed to remove the blindfolds after exiting the Jeep, the first thing I spot is a solid rock wall. It stretches to the ceiling and curves back toward the ground opposite me. Cold clings to my clammy skin. Even the lights, suspended by flimsy wires bolted into the rock above my head, give off a damp glow.
We’re in a cave.
“Welcome,” I hear Doctor X say from the other side of the cave. He leans against a long table full of computers and lab equipment, a smirk inching its way across his face. He’s looking far too satisfied with himself for his own good.
The cave isn’t large, but I still take the time to scope out as much of it as I can. I need a full tally of everyone present before I can react to anything else. Bad habit. Or a good one, depending on the circumstances.
I’m next to the Jeep. My .45 and my ESEE knife are still in my bush jacket. Hillary is a few feet to the left of me. Behind me is a two-track road that runs down the narrow tunnel we presumably took to get here. The road terminates at this cave. Doctor X is 20 feet away. Who’s that in the shadows next to him? The dim light affords me only an outline. Whoever it is is hunched over like one of those “helpers” from before.
Absent, however, is the Iceman. Not that I’ve seen him or her or it before, but it’d be pretty obvious if there was a humanoid frozen in a block
“That’s better,” Doctor X says and brushes himself off.
The movements in the moonlight get closer. They’re just beyond eyesight, but I can make out their general form now. They look like people hunched over while rushing back and forth.
A red dot on my chest provides some clarity about their activities. They’re definitely carrying guns.
“I thought you were going to call them off,” I say.
“They don’t take direction easily. It’s part of the reason that Iceman is so important,” Doctor X says.
“And what, exactly, does that mean?” Hillary says. I notice she sports a matching red dot over her heart, too.
Doctor X grabs ahold of his chin and the back of his head. With a quick twist, he cracks his neck. His one good eye looks both of us up and down.
“On my command, my helpers will kill you. Or, should I not issue that command, they will eventually disperse. I hold your lives in my hands. I stand to offer you the greatest act of mercy or of brutality possible,” Doctor X says.
“Thanks for the reminder, Captain Obvious,” I say and turn on the .45’s laser sight. I aim it back at the source of the laser sight trained on me. I might be dead in a moment, but I’m going out the only way I know how: by fucking with the people trying to do me in.
Doctor X grimaces and says, “It seems to me that such an act of mercy would put you two in debt to me, wouldn’t you agree?”
Where’s he going with this?
“No, I wouldn’t agree with that at all,” Hillary says. “You’re the asshole who took my Iceman. You owe me, not the other way around.
“Then let me put it this way,” Doctor X says and runs a hand over his hairless head. “In exchange for saving your lives, you may repay me with a ride in your vehicle, since mine is out of commission. Then you may work on paying off your debt in another way. Deal?”
I exchange unsure glances with Hillary. We don’t have much of a choice.
“Deal,” Hillary and I say at the same time.
“Good,” Doctor X says. “Let’s go.”
I’ve made deals with devils before, but even this one is pushing my luck. As I come to find out a few minutes later, we should’ve taken our chances with those “helpers” instead.
16.
Some day, I’ll wish I could recall how we got to what I can only describe as Doctor X’s secret lair in the Texas countryside. He made Hillary and I wear blindfolds on the slow, bumpy ride over while demonstrating his one-eyed driving abilities. To hell with depth perception.
I don’t use the term “secret lair” loosely. When we are finally allowed to remove the blindfolds after exiting the Jeep, the first thing I spot is a solid rock wall. It stretches to the ceiling and curves back toward the ground opposite me. Cold clings to my clammy skin. Even the lights, suspended by flimsy wires bolted into the rock above my head, give off a damp glow.
We’re in a cave.
“Welcome,” I hear Doctor X say from the other side of the cave. He leans against a long table full of computers and lab equipment, a smirk inching its way across his face. He’s looking far too satisfied with himself for his own good.
The cave isn’t large, but I still take the time to scope out as much of it as I can. I need a full tally of everyone present before I can react to anything else. Bad habit. Or a good one, depending on the circumstances.
I’m next to the Jeep. My .45 and my ESEE knife are still in my bush jacket. Hillary is a few feet to the left of me. Behind me is a two-track road that runs down the narrow tunnel we presumably took to get here. The road terminates at this cave. Doctor X is 20 feet away. Who’s that in the shadows next to him? The dim light affords me only an outline. Whoever it is is hunched over like one of those “helpers” from before.
Absent, however, is the Iceman. Not that I’ve seen him or her or it before, but it’d be pretty obvious if there was a humanoid frozen in a block
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