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only one primary objective. Protect her at any and all costs. Trust me, she wouldn't be happy if you die without her saying a goodbye, without any reason that would benefit her and without fulfilling her dream.”
“What is her dream?” This A.I. obviously knew more about Gillian than John thought.
“Life with you. This dream is useless if you are killed in action.” She said leaning forward into space between front seats.
“Tell me, how many people tried to kill me.” John guided her to his point of view.
“ 105.” Their faces flickered in John's memories as she said that.
“How many of them survived?”
“17 of them, that's 83.81% casualties.” Claire's math skills were perfect.
“That's the price we had to pay.” Caroline said sadly.
“Wasn't it too much for one subject, one soldier?” John asked.
“No, it wasn't.” Caroline and Claire answered at once.
It ended their discussion. Soon Caroline's head fell to one side as she fell asleep. They crossed the border of Colorado few minutes after midnight. John decided to stop for couple of minutes to stretch his legs, even the artificial parts felt stiff. He also wanted some time to check the news. It was Saturday morning and apart from prices of bacon rising(Oh no!) nothing interesting was going on. John had this feeling of having some trouble ahead of them. He opened back door of car and looked for weapons box. When he found it he unclamped the cover and grabbed pistol and one magazine for it. He loaded a clip into the pistol but kept safety on. He closed the box and back door. Before proceeding with traveling he put the pistol under his seat. Fuel indicator was very low they had only about twenty miles left. John consulted map in his HUD.
“Next to me.” Claire answered before he even asked where his wallet is.
John reached back for it. Claire was trying to touch his hand, but she was just a virtual object so her fingers came through. John ignored it and put his drivers license into his wallet. He found 150$ there, enough for some petrol. Even though it was middle of the night the traffic was increasing as they drove closer to gas station.
John put the gloves on. Only people on gas station were two policemen drinking coffee in front of the shop and group of four bikers smoking behind the corner.
John parked next to fuel stand that was closest to shop. He plugged the car in and waited for the tank to fill. His phone started to vibrate. Words “Jeremy Hudson” lit up on the screen. John touched the green button and raised the phone to his right ear.
“Crisis here. What is it Hudson?”
“What's your status?” Hudson's voice was flat, no emotions.
“Refueling. Anything else?” John said with same flat voice. Cops were looking at him.
“Just checking. And I wanted to let you know that I pulled few strings and now you are C.I.A. employee. I made you a I.D. card in advance it should be with other things.” John could hear typing on a computer along with Hudson.
“ That can't be legal.”
“Who cares? We say if it's legal or not and remember it's just last resort if something goes wrong. Keep your head down and everything should be fine.”
“Few people care Hudson. Also why can't I meet others?”
"I'm sorry John, not my call. But I think I can go around that if you do something useful. And let me know what college you want to go to so I can get you there.
"Will do. Crisis, out"
John ended the call. Then he went to the shop to pay. Bikers watched him even more closely as he walked around them.
The cashier was watching news, something about North Korea making threats of nuclear attack.
“They are not gonna attack us. We would kick their asses.” John said to catch his attention. Cashier turned face to him.
“Why do you think so?”
John handled him precisely counted sum of money.
“Because I would be deployed.”
“You a soldier too? I serve in Army Reserve” Cashier's interest in John
“What is her dream?” This A.I. obviously knew more about Gillian than John thought.
“Life with you. This dream is useless if you are killed in action.” She said leaning forward into space between front seats.
“Tell me, how many people tried to kill me.” John guided her to his point of view.
“ 105.” Their faces flickered in John's memories as she said that.
“How many of them survived?”
“17 of them, that's 83.81% casualties.” Claire's math skills were perfect.
“That's the price we had to pay.” Caroline said sadly.
“Wasn't it too much for one subject, one soldier?” John asked.
“No, it wasn't.” Caroline and Claire answered at once.
It ended their discussion. Soon Caroline's head fell to one side as she fell asleep. They crossed the border of Colorado few minutes after midnight. John decided to stop for couple of minutes to stretch his legs, even the artificial parts felt stiff. He also wanted some time to check the news. It was Saturday morning and apart from prices of bacon rising(Oh no!) nothing interesting was going on. John had this feeling of having some trouble ahead of them. He opened back door of car and looked for weapons box. When he found it he unclamped the cover and grabbed pistol and one magazine for it. He loaded a clip into the pistol but kept safety on. He closed the box and back door. Before proceeding with traveling he put the pistol under his seat. Fuel indicator was very low they had only about twenty miles left. John consulted map in his HUD.
“Next to me.” Claire answered before he even asked where his wallet is.
John reached back for it. Claire was trying to touch his hand, but she was just a virtual object so her fingers came through. John ignored it and put his drivers license into his wallet. He found 150$ there, enough for some petrol. Even though it was middle of the night the traffic was increasing as they drove closer to gas station.
John put the gloves on. Only people on gas station were two policemen drinking coffee in front of the shop and group of four bikers smoking behind the corner.
John parked next to fuel stand that was closest to shop. He plugged the car in and waited for the tank to fill. His phone started to vibrate. Words “Jeremy Hudson” lit up on the screen. John touched the green button and raised the phone to his right ear.
“Crisis here. What is it Hudson?”
“What's your status?” Hudson's voice was flat, no emotions.
“Refueling. Anything else?” John said with same flat voice. Cops were looking at him.
“Just checking. And I wanted to let you know that I pulled few strings and now you are C.I.A. employee. I made you a I.D. card in advance it should be with other things.” John could hear typing on a computer along with Hudson.
“ That can't be legal.”
“Who cares? We say if it's legal or not and remember it's just last resort if something goes wrong. Keep your head down and everything should be fine.”
“Few people care Hudson. Also why can't I meet others?”
"I'm sorry John, not my call. But I think I can go around that if you do something useful. And let me know what college you want to go to so I can get you there.
"Will do. Crisis, out"
John ended the call. Then he went to the shop to pay. Bikers watched him even more closely as he walked around them.
The cashier was watching news, something about North Korea making threats of nuclear attack.
“They are not gonna attack us. We would kick their asses.” John said to catch his attention. Cashier turned face to him.
“Why do you think so?”
John handled him precisely counted sum of money.
“Because I would be deployed.”
“You a soldier too? I serve in Army Reserve” Cashier's interest in John
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