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Authors: David Beers
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you're wearing everything you need. Every piece of clothing you have is intimately wired with GPS and recording technology. He won't be able to detect it but we'll know everything you hear and everywhere you go. When he shows up, you're just Victor. What's your goal, Henry?"
He had no problem with this part because the past twenty-four hours brainwashed him just fine. The plan between now and Brand showing up was new, something Jake had worked out in the past forty-eight hours, but Henry understood his part, what he needed to do.
"My first responsibility is to convince him to turn himself in, and it's for two reasons. One, to stop him, and second, to make myself look normal. If he doesn't turn himself in, I need to stay with him as long as possible, and during that, I need to find ground zero for his operation."
"See. Simple. There's nothing to worry about Henry. You'll be surrounded by agents all day long. We got the decoy car outside, to make it look like you're being monitored, but you're a trained agent too," Art said. "You've been trained for this."
Silence permeated for a few seconds as they all looked at each other, unsure of how to break, and then Art spoke once more. "He's going to show up. You have to get that in your head and once you do, once you fully realize that Matthew Brand is coming for you, let the fear wash over you. You want to feel that fear now, rather than when he shows up."
"Okay. Anything else?" Henry was ready to get this started, tired of standing here jibber jabbering about what they were to do. He wanted to do it and be done.
"We're going to head out. We'll be in an office near the Super Dome, about ten minutes from here, and our phones are on all the time. You call if you need us, call if you don't need us. We're in this together, Henry," Art said.
* * *
" I don't like it ," Jake said.
Art didn't either. Not a single fucking bit. He'd given the kid a good spiel, got the kumbaya piece in there, but it was just a lie. They weren't in this together. They couldn't be. Jake and he were in one silo and Henry Werzen in a completely different one.
The car rolled along Louisiana's horrible streets, each new pothole threatening to destroy the Lincoln's suspension and frame.
"It's your idea," Art answered. It was true, if unfair. The idea was okay, with the major downside being the danger, and the only idea anyone had that even approached the level of good. The only idea that had a fucking chance of working.
"I don't have to like it, though. The chances of him living through this are low, Art. You realize that right? We might have picked the wrong guy. The more I see him, the longer we're with him, the more I think we should have gone with someone not as smart, but tougher."
Art nodded, looking out the window. Louisiana might be the worst state in the entire union. It was truly disgusting. Right in front of their car was a man walking across the street, pants below his ass, and taking his sweet time as he got to the other side. Their driver actually slowed for the guy. Art wanted to lay on the horn, to roll his window down and yell out expletives. Instead, he leaned his head against the window and watched the man continue his walk. If this thing failed, expletives wouldn't matter and neither would a horn. They had sent a kid, a twenty-four year old, to deal with a monster, to deal with the closest thing to The Devil incarnate of this century. Jake wanted someone tougher, but what twenty-four year old was going to be tough enough? What twenty-four year old would be able to deal with what they asked of him?
"No. We need someone smart. We need someone that's going to be able to think his way out of whatever situation Brand comes up with. Tough might make dying easier, but it won’t keep him from dying."
Jake said nothing else and so did Art. He couldn't undo what was just done, and more, he wouldn't if he could. He didn't like it, and he thought—despite what he just said—that the kid would
He had no problem with this part because the past twenty-four hours brainwashed him just fine. The plan between now and Brand showing up was new, something Jake had worked out in the past forty-eight hours, but Henry understood his part, what he needed to do.
"My first responsibility is to convince him to turn himself in, and it's for two reasons. One, to stop him, and second, to make myself look normal. If he doesn't turn himself in, I need to stay with him as long as possible, and during that, I need to find ground zero for his operation."
"See. Simple. There's nothing to worry about Henry. You'll be surrounded by agents all day long. We got the decoy car outside, to make it look like you're being monitored, but you're a trained agent too," Art said. "You've been trained for this."
Silence permeated for a few seconds as they all looked at each other, unsure of how to break, and then Art spoke once more. "He's going to show up. You have to get that in your head and once you do, once you fully realize that Matthew Brand is coming for you, let the fear wash over you. You want to feel that fear now, rather than when he shows up."
"Okay. Anything else?" Henry was ready to get this started, tired of standing here jibber jabbering about what they were to do. He wanted to do it and be done.
"We're going to head out. We'll be in an office near the Super Dome, about ten minutes from here, and our phones are on all the time. You call if you need us, call if you don't need us. We're in this together, Henry," Art said.
* * *
" I don't like it ," Jake said.
Art didn't either. Not a single fucking bit. He'd given the kid a good spiel, got the kumbaya piece in there, but it was just a lie. They weren't in this together. They couldn't be. Jake and he were in one silo and Henry Werzen in a completely different one.
The car rolled along Louisiana's horrible streets, each new pothole threatening to destroy the Lincoln's suspension and frame.
"It's your idea," Art answered. It was true, if unfair. The idea was okay, with the major downside being the danger, and the only idea anyone had that even approached the level of good. The only idea that had a fucking chance of working.
"I don't have to like it, though. The chances of him living through this are low, Art. You realize that right? We might have picked the wrong guy. The more I see him, the longer we're with him, the more I think we should have gone with someone not as smart, but tougher."
Art nodded, looking out the window. Louisiana might be the worst state in the entire union. It was truly disgusting. Right in front of their car was a man walking across the street, pants below his ass, and taking his sweet time as he got to the other side. Their driver actually slowed for the guy. Art wanted to lay on the horn, to roll his window down and yell out expletives. Instead, he leaned his head against the window and watched the man continue his walk. If this thing failed, expletives wouldn't matter and neither would a horn. They had sent a kid, a twenty-four year old, to deal with a monster, to deal with the closest thing to The Devil incarnate of this century. Jake wanted someone tougher, but what twenty-four year old was going to be tough enough? What twenty-four year old would be able to deal with what they asked of him?
"No. We need someone smart. We need someone that's going to be able to think his way out of whatever situation Brand comes up with. Tough might make dying easier, but it won’t keep him from dying."
Jake said nothing else and so did Art. He couldn't undo what was just done, and more, he wouldn't if he could. He didn't like it, and he thought—despite what he just said—that the kid would
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