Finding You
Chapter 10: In Bad Times
(Meanwhile at an Underground Military Base)
Reggae sat on the edge of her bed swinging her feet. She kept wondering if what she had done was right. Alvin wasn't dead. He was just taken away to the Labs. But at the same time, no one who went there ever returned. She had to agree that was as good as dead.
Mr. Deville might be reading that message right now. I can't even speak about it openly to myself. Outside Admiral Jackson's office I'm not in anyway safe. Hell, not even in his office I'm safe. But I am safer. Plus it was there that I was able to create the new email address and send the email to Alvin's father. I sure hope that he doesn't go to the police with it. Otherwise there's going to be big trouble if anyone here finds out about it. (Reggae's thoughts)
"I'm so tired," Reggae whispered to herself and fell back onto her bed, "I have no one to talk to," she said with a sigh since everyone else was on auto-sleep because they were still under the control of the chip, "and my only friend is now a military lab rat," she added bitterly.
"Which friend is that?" Laura McDonald asked suddenly and Reggae twirled around in shock to see the blonde wide-awake and not under the chip's control.
"How come you're not under the chip's control?" Reggae demanded.
"How do you know that I'm not being programmed to act like this?" Laura challenged.
"Because there's a certain level of blankness in the faces of those under the chip that can't be removed by ANY form of programming," Reggae responded, "a regular person wouldn't notice," she admitted, "but I've been here long enough to tell," she told Laura.
"For a girl who's not exceedingly academically bright," Laura pointed out, "you notice a lot of things Reggae."
"It doesn't take academics to tell certain things," Reggae countered, "it mostly and firstly takes good observation skills," she declared, "my father used to always tell me that," she added and started to feel sad as she recalled her own far away father.
"I worshipped my father," Laura said suddenly, "he was so perfect," she said airily, "unlike my twin brother and I," she said and her eyes went downcast.
"Is your brother here too?" Reggae asked.
"No," Laura said simply, "he's dead," she revealed.
"I'm sorry," Reggae said.
"It's okay," Laura said with a shrug, "he's in a better place," she said and Reggae decided not to press for info since she had things in her own life that she'd rather not share.
"So," Reggae said determined to change the subject, "how come you're not under the chip's control?" she asked Laura.
"That's classified actually," Laura told me, "you?"
"Research purposes," Reggae told her, "I broke through the control of the chip."
"Wow," Laura said impressed, "when did it happen?" she asked.
"Night time," Reggae responded.
"Must've been one of those nights when I'm in deep sleep," Laura said, "sad I missed it."
"I'm not," Reggae muttered.
"What?" Laura asked.
"I said 'oh nuts'," Reggae lied, "that you missed it," she added.
Laura didn't look convinced. But she didn't push it.
"So," Laura said slowly, "I hear that Admiral Jackson has his eyes on a certain female officer," she said and Reggae could barely keep herself blushing, "have any ideas?" she asked.
"No," Reggae lied immediately, "he must be after one of those smart obedient types," she suggested.
"I don't know about that," Laura disagreed, "Ad. Jackson seems to have a bit of an inner rebel to me," she stated.
"How would you know?" Reggae demanded and realized that her voice sounded a bit angry.
"Just a guess," Laura said and she now looked uncomfortable.
"Sorry," Reggae apologized, "Admiral Jackson was sort of among those who agreed to turn off the chip in my head and I guess he's kind of on my good list," I said with a laugh as I prayed Laura would take this as gospel.
"Guess he'd make my good list too," Laura said and Reggae sighed inwardly with relief.
"I heard that kid Alvin you usually team up with was sent to the labs," Laura said suddenly and I paled, "you didn't know?"
"Um I was informed," Reggae confessed.
"By who?" Laura asked anxiously.
"Classified," Reggae told her and grinned.
"Guess I deserve that," Laura said with a laugh, "this could be fun, being the only two able to actually move our pinkie at our own free will," she said and I laughed, "you're not so bad."
"Neither are you," Reggae agreed, "but call me nigger again and I'll step on you after I trip you," I threatened and Laura laughed, nodded and loudly muttered a quick apology.
(Following Day at 3 a.m. at Jet's Residence)
Treffsday lay staring at the ceiling as a sleeping Pixie lay snoring softly on his naked chest. Neither of them were dressed and the only thing covering their naked bodies was a pink silk bedspread.
The nerve of Minnie! To not only stay out an extra week but to also deny me sex for three days after her return (that's why in ch6 Treffsday mentioned about not getting sex for ten days despite Minnie staying away only for an extra week. Just so you know that I KNOW a week is seven days)! TREACHEROUS! She better know that I'm not doing anything special for her for a while. No sex just because I wouldn't speak to her dumb friend. I almost wish that she'd catch me in bed with Pixie. (Treffsday's thoughts)
Treffsday closed his eyes and decided to go to sleep.
(10 a.m. on the Premises of the French Villa in one of the richest areas of France that belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Jacques)
"I am suspicious that your daughter's hidden somewhere in that Indian factory," Jet stated, "my research has proven that she was sold somewhere within the area where the factory is."
"But you used Mrs. Jacques amulet," Mr. Jacques pointed out, "no magic could've blocked you finding my daughter and the amulet being unable to detect it," he reminded Jet, "that amulet can always detect really strong magic," he added.
"But what if the magic used in that factory's not strong enough to block out her Francine's location if she's alive?" Jet asked, "but strong enough to block it if she's dead and buried within…"
"Don't come again with this death nonsense!" Mr. Jacques roared, "my daughter is alive!" he shouted.
"You have to be prepared for the possibility," Jet said simply.
"NO!" Mr. Jacques screamed, "I WILL have my daughter back!"
"I will continue searching," Jet said and turned to leave.
"Jet," a voice said from the door and Jet noticed a pale looking Mrs. Jacques, "do you really think my daughter's dead?" she asked him.
"Yes," Jet responded honestly, "but I won't stop investigating until I'm absolutely certain whether or not she is still alive," he told her, "and I have proof," he added.
"Merci," Mrs. Jacques said kindly, "please don't think it stupid that we still hold unto hope," she pleaded.
"I don't," Jet told her, "in fact," he continued, "there's another girl from a kidnapping case I used to work on who might also be in that factory," he announced.
"Is she alive?" Mr. Jacques asked.
"I don't know," Jet admitted, "but I will find out," he said confidently.
"Just remember whose daughter is more important," Mr. Jacques said seriously.
"Your daughter is my top priority," Jet said.
"Be sure of that," Mr. Jacques said coldly and lit his pipe.
End Chapter 10
Reggae: I'm on a roll! Today's June 8, 2005. Whoopie! I updated, please review.
Update: Today's now Sunday June 12, 2005. Thank my mother for the late update