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weeping like a little girl when they
did come in, but the SWAT guys cut him some slack because he looked
like something that had escaped from a slaughterhouse.
Borland was given transfusions and
stabilized, and at his request; they completed the hernia
procedures over the next couple of days. Another request he made
was to Brass who pulled those strings again and managed to have an
armed guard of baggies stay on site to accompany Borland through
the operations.
The hernias ruled his life for the next three
weeks. During their reign he managed to stay drunk from late
morning until midnight. He knew he’d put most of the weight back
on, but his experience with Judy had reminded him that he wasn’t
going to be around forever.
And he’d been a really good boy.
Well, except for what he’d said to Judy.
What he’d made her do ...
Probably the best way to resolve the
situation. It was the only justice she was going to get from
herself. Society wouldn’t give a damn about it.
Good excuse.
He pondered again whether he would have
waited for the situation to resolve itself if he were the leader of
the SWAT team. The doctors must have told them there was time, that
Borland’s condition; his wound wasn’t going to be instantly fatal. He would suffer like hell, but...
They were willing to wait, to make a wager
that Borland would have to pay.
He was never like that in the squads, and he
tried to instill the attitude in new recruits: Gamble with your own
life if you want.
But don’t gamble with mine !
The television remote controller rang,
snapping Borland from his reverie. He slashed and slapped out at
the coffee table, finally managed to catch the multi-function
device. He picked it up, pressed the ‘talk’ button and held it to
his ear.
“Yeah,” he said, in a voice that was thick
with emotion.
“Captain Borland?” A woman’s voice
chirped.
“Who’s asking?” Borland set his glass down
and refilled it.
“I am Natasha Drummond, secretary to David
White, president of GreenMourning Environmental,” she said. “Are
you familiar with our work?”
“Who isn’t?” Borland grunted.
“Mr. White would like to talk to you,” she
said and went quiet.
“No,” Borland grumbled. “Mr. White knows
that’s a conflict of interest for me or anyone in my place of
employment. GreenMourning and the Variant Squads don’t exactly see
eye to eye.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” she
said.
Borland scowled at the blue screen.
“Mr. White appreciates the sensitivity of the
situation and that is why he wants to meet with you in his car.”
The secretary went quiet again. “Discreetly. Downstairs. We’re
parked out front.”
“What’s this about?” Borland felt a surge of
anger. More mysteries . He kicked his legs, stormed up onto
his feet. He moved to the window, glared out...and started zipping
up his jumper.
Three stories down, a woman’s hand waved to
him from the rear window of a long black sedan.
“You come highly recommended by a friend of
Mr. White’s.” There was silence before: “The late Robert Spiko sent
him your palm-com.” Borland imagined her smiling, and
then... “Mr. Spiko recorded a message on it for you.”
“I’ll be right down,” Borland growled,
staring blankly at the glass, catching his own vague reflection
there.
****
The story continues in
The Variant Effect
GREENMOURNING
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****
Titles by G. Wells Taylor
The Apocalypse Trilogy
WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN – A Wildclown Novel
THE FORSAKEN
THE FIFTH HORSEMAN
Wildclown Mysteries
WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN
WILDCLOWN HARD-BOILED
WILDCLOWN HIJACKED
MENAGERIE
THE CORPSE: HARBINGER
Gene Spiral Stories
6 – PORTRAIT OF A 21ST CENTURY SNUFF
FIGHTER
1 – HISTORY OF THE MOONCALF
Horror Fiction
BENT STEEPLE
THE VARIANT EFFECT
The Variant Effect: PAINKILLER
MEMORY LANE
MOTHER’S BOY
THE LAST CAMPING TRIP
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more.
****
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did come in, but the SWAT guys cut him some slack because he looked
like something that had escaped from a slaughterhouse.
Borland was given transfusions and
stabilized, and at his request; they completed the hernia
procedures over the next couple of days. Another request he made
was to Brass who pulled those strings again and managed to have an
armed guard of baggies stay on site to accompany Borland through
the operations.
The hernias ruled his life for the next three
weeks. During their reign he managed to stay drunk from late
morning until midnight. He knew he’d put most of the weight back
on, but his experience with Judy had reminded him that he wasn’t
going to be around forever.
And he’d been a really good boy.
Well, except for what he’d said to Judy.
What he’d made her do ...
Probably the best way to resolve the
situation. It was the only justice she was going to get from
herself. Society wouldn’t give a damn about it.
Good excuse.
He pondered again whether he would have
waited for the situation to resolve itself if he were the leader of
the SWAT team. The doctors must have told them there was time, that
Borland’s condition; his wound wasn’t going to be instantly fatal. He would suffer like hell, but...
They were willing to wait, to make a wager
that Borland would have to pay.
He was never like that in the squads, and he
tried to instill the attitude in new recruits: Gamble with your own
life if you want.
But don’t gamble with mine !
The television remote controller rang,
snapping Borland from his reverie. He slashed and slapped out at
the coffee table, finally managed to catch the multi-function
device. He picked it up, pressed the ‘talk’ button and held it to
his ear.
“Yeah,” he said, in a voice that was thick
with emotion.
“Captain Borland?” A woman’s voice
chirped.
“Who’s asking?” Borland set his glass down
and refilled it.
“I am Natasha Drummond, secretary to David
White, president of GreenMourning Environmental,” she said. “Are
you familiar with our work?”
“Who isn’t?” Borland grunted.
“Mr. White would like to talk to you,” she
said and went quiet.
“No,” Borland grumbled. “Mr. White knows
that’s a conflict of interest for me or anyone in my place of
employment. GreenMourning and the Variant Squads don’t exactly see
eye to eye.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” she
said.
Borland scowled at the blue screen.
“Mr. White appreciates the sensitivity of the
situation and that is why he wants to meet with you in his car.”
The secretary went quiet again. “Discreetly. Downstairs. We’re
parked out front.”
“What’s this about?” Borland felt a surge of
anger. More mysteries . He kicked his legs, stormed up onto
his feet. He moved to the window, glared out...and started zipping
up his jumper.
Three stories down, a woman’s hand waved to
him from the rear window of a long black sedan.
“You come highly recommended by a friend of
Mr. White’s.” There was silence before: “The late Robert Spiko sent
him your palm-com.” Borland imagined her smiling, and
then... “Mr. Spiko recorded a message on it for you.”
“I’ll be right down,” Borland growled,
staring blankly at the glass, catching his own vague reflection
there.
****
The story continues in
The Variant Effect
GREENMOURNING
Visit GreenMourning.com
****
Titles by G. Wells Taylor
The Apocalypse Trilogy
WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN – A Wildclown Novel
THE FORSAKEN
THE FIFTH HORSEMAN
Wildclown Mysteries
WHEN GRAVEYARDS YAWN
WILDCLOWN HARD-BOILED
WILDCLOWN HIJACKED
MENAGERIE
THE CORPSE: HARBINGER
Gene Spiral Stories
6 – PORTRAIT OF A 21ST CENTURY SNUFF
FIGHTER
1 – HISTORY OF THE MOONCALF
Horror Fiction
BENT STEEPLE
THE VARIANT EFFECT
The Variant Effect: PAINKILLER
MEMORY LANE
MOTHER’S BOY
THE LAST CAMPING TRIP
Check GWellsTaylor.com for
more.
****
All G. Wells Taylor eBook titles
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