city.”
Chad shot me a look, but I gave him a look.
Later.
The driver dropped us off on South Las Vegas Boulevard and we gave him a cheery wave goodbye.
“Do you mind telling me what we’re doing here?” Chad asked.
“We need help if we’re going to find the others.”
“What sort of help?”
“Agency kind of help.”
“Are you insane?” he asked. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for those crazies!”
Actually, he was kind of right in saying that. If The Agency hadn’t pumped us full of drugs and given us super powers we probably wouldn’t be standing on South Las Vegas Boulevard with no money, no identification and no memory of our previous lives.
Life’s funny like that.
I even told him so.
Chad looked like he wanted to hit me. “I’m not contacting The Agency. I’m not going back there. I’m going back to the house and taking my life back.”
“What life?” I was starting to get annoyed now. “And what house? It’s a smoldering wreck in the middle of the desert!”
That shut him up. Even in his desert addled, water deprived state of mind he could see my logic.
“So how will we contact The Agency?” he asked.
I reached into my pocket and produced a card that Mr. Jones had given me the previous day.
“I have an address.”
Chad shook his head. “This is a mistake.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
He didn’t.
Cars whizzed by at great speeds as we marched down the road. I reflected how this whole area must have changed over the years. A century ago American Indians would have hunted and gathered as they had for thousands of years. Now the same territory had been eaten up by wedding chapels, bail bondsman, pawn shops, restaurants and low rise hotels.
Who would have thought it?
We finally arrived at the address on the card. I looked down at the address and double checked it. Yep, this was the place.
It was not quite what I expected.
“The Hound Dog Wedding Chapel?” Chad read the sign in disbelief. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“This is it.” I started up the path. “Let’s see if Elvis is home.”
Chapter Fourteen
“We need help!” Brodie hammered the metal door. “Our friend is unwell!”
She had been hitting the door for a full minute by the time a female voice replied from the other side.
“That’s the oldest trick in the book,” the voice said. “We weren’t born yesterday.”
“It’s not a trick!” Brodie yelled. “Besides, if we wanted to be out of here, we would be.”
“We know you have some crazy powers,” the woman replied. She sounded older than the teenage boy with whom Brodie had spoken. “I advise you to just eat your food and settle in. Tomorrow morning we can -.”
“My friend might not last till tomorrow!” Brodie snapped. “Ebony!”
Ebony knew exactly what to do. Dan’s breathing was dangerously shallow. He could die if they didn’t take some proactive measures. She crossed to the metal door and touched it with her bare hand.
“Oxygen,” she said.
The door transmuted into oxygen, revealing a surprised woman on the other side. She was dressed in army fatigues and carrying a rifle. She started to raise the weapon. Brodie leapt forward, grabbed the weapon and twisted it one hundred and eighty degrees out of her grasp.
She pointed it at the astonished woman. Looking left and right, she realized she was in a long concrete passageway leading in both directions. She could take this woman hostage, but she had no idea where the exit was from this place. In addition, she wasn’t sure they could carry Dan with them all the way.
Plus they still had to find Ferdy.
At that moment a door opened at the other end of the passageway. A good looking young man appeared. Brodie thought it was Jason.
He raised his rifle and pointed it at her. “Put that gun down!”
“Listen to me -.” Brodie began.
“Put it down!”
“My friend is sick!” Brodie snapped. “He’s not breathing
Chad shot me a look, but I gave him a look.
Later.
The driver dropped us off on South Las Vegas Boulevard and we gave him a cheery wave goodbye.
“Do you mind telling me what we’re doing here?” Chad asked.
“We need help if we’re going to find the others.”
“What sort of help?”
“Agency kind of help.”
“Are you insane?” he asked. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for those crazies!”
Actually, he was kind of right in saying that. If The Agency hadn’t pumped us full of drugs and given us super powers we probably wouldn’t be standing on South Las Vegas Boulevard with no money, no identification and no memory of our previous lives.
Life’s funny like that.
I even told him so.
Chad looked like he wanted to hit me. “I’m not contacting The Agency. I’m not going back there. I’m going back to the house and taking my life back.”
“What life?” I was starting to get annoyed now. “And what house? It’s a smoldering wreck in the middle of the desert!”
That shut him up. Even in his desert addled, water deprived state of mind he could see my logic.
“So how will we contact The Agency?” he asked.
I reached into my pocket and produced a card that Mr. Jones had given me the previous day.
“I have an address.”
Chad shook his head. “This is a mistake.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
He didn’t.
Cars whizzed by at great speeds as we marched down the road. I reflected how this whole area must have changed over the years. A century ago American Indians would have hunted and gathered as they had for thousands of years. Now the same territory had been eaten up by wedding chapels, bail bondsman, pawn shops, restaurants and low rise hotels.
Who would have thought it?
We finally arrived at the address on the card. I looked down at the address and double checked it. Yep, this was the place.
It was not quite what I expected.
“The Hound Dog Wedding Chapel?” Chad read the sign in disbelief. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“This is it.” I started up the path. “Let’s see if Elvis is home.”
Chapter Fourteen
“We need help!” Brodie hammered the metal door. “Our friend is unwell!”
She had been hitting the door for a full minute by the time a female voice replied from the other side.
“That’s the oldest trick in the book,” the voice said. “We weren’t born yesterday.”
“It’s not a trick!” Brodie yelled. “Besides, if we wanted to be out of here, we would be.”
“We know you have some crazy powers,” the woman replied. She sounded older than the teenage boy with whom Brodie had spoken. “I advise you to just eat your food and settle in. Tomorrow morning we can -.”
“My friend might not last till tomorrow!” Brodie snapped. “Ebony!”
Ebony knew exactly what to do. Dan’s breathing was dangerously shallow. He could die if they didn’t take some proactive measures. She crossed to the metal door and touched it with her bare hand.
“Oxygen,” she said.
The door transmuted into oxygen, revealing a surprised woman on the other side. She was dressed in army fatigues and carrying a rifle. She started to raise the weapon. Brodie leapt forward, grabbed the weapon and twisted it one hundred and eighty degrees out of her grasp.
She pointed it at the astonished woman. Looking left and right, she realized she was in a long concrete passageway leading in both directions. She could take this woman hostage, but she had no idea where the exit was from this place. In addition, she wasn’t sure they could carry Dan with them all the way.
Plus they still had to find Ferdy.
At that moment a door opened at the other end of the passageway. A good looking young man appeared. Brodie thought it was Jason.
He raised his rifle and pointed it at her. “Put that gun down!”
“Listen to me -.” Brodie began.
“Put it down!”
“My friend is sick!” Brodie snapped. “He’s not breathing
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