Part 7
I wish it was Sunday
When we had finished watching as much, -or- more than we in somecases, could stomach of the video. One of the guards, a young twenty something,who would be a yuppie, if he wasn't so darn trigger happy bounces into the room. "The prisoner has .." he tries to comes up with a three syllable word, to stump us.
"What is it, spit it out!" the official demands, glaring at the guard.
"Umm...Thomas helped the prisoner escape." He says and runs out as not to get yelled at anymore. We all know that expression,my friend.
The Official frowns. "Get out of my office for a few minutes, I'll call you all back in here." He'll probably forget about us.
I want to do something, but I don't know what. The building feels like we should be in mourning. Maybe Eberts is already dead. I feel really bad about joking about it before. It seems so ominous now. Why had I even seen it as being funny? I have a very morbid sense of humor sometimes. I do hope Eberts is okay, he'll probably need therapy after what they did to him on the video. I know that was not just staged. I don't think anyone can fake a scream like that. No matter how many years of acting you have had. There was more to the tape, which is the problem, I have seen that little machine, the Hitler dude had, and that little baby has ten settings. They started it out on three. If they didn't bring it all the way to ten, which can kill you in eight seconds, Eberts will probably still need therapy. I don't think the poor guy can really be sane for long. I am not saying, I don't think he is strong, I am sure somewhere down inside, he is strong, but I have heard stories of geniuses breaking down by that thing. That little device is illegal in the United States.
Darien and I wander the halls, not really in the mood to do anything. I spot Alex at the waterfountain, getting a long drink. She finishes and looks up at us.
"Hey, guys." she says softly. Her tone almost reminds me of how low Eberts talks sometimes.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Darien asks, before I can say anything.
"I am worried about Eberts."
"I think we all are." I tell her. She looks like she is going to say something else, but changes her mind, gives a simple nod, and walks off.
A guard approaches us and tells us "We are wanted in the official's office." We follow him, and sit down in the chairs in front of his desk. Alex and Claire come in shortly after. Claire postions herself in the chair by Darien, and Alex leans in the doorway.
"Okay, I am about to brief you on operation G.E.O., formally operation G.E.M.S. but I couldn't think of a good meaning for that, to start off this requires two teams of two, and as much reniforcement as possible. The two teams will be Hobbes and The Keeper, and Fawkes and Monroe. Is everyone clear so far?" The Official asks.
I raise my hand, "What does G.E.O. stand for?"
"I was getting to that, It means Get Eberts Out. You will try and find any sources you can about Eberts, and as a side note look for the woman who made the phone call. I would give you more, but I really can't think of anymore. I know this is vague, but we need to save Eberts from these people. I have made you a tenative list of possible places.These may not even be right, I hope they lead you somewhere though. You are dismissed." He says. We can note the sadness in his voice. He hands me and Darien a sheet of paper each. We all walk into the hall.
Claire reads the list over my shoulder.I move it so she doesn't have to. She moves accordingly.
"Why don't me and Alex take one side of town, and you take the other?" Darien asks.
"Okay." I say with a nod. The official had been nice enough to divide the short list into parts of town.
"We'll take the part with the art gallery, if you don't mind." Claire tells Darien.
Alex nods, and we separate walking to our respectible vehicles.
"Can we take my car, Hobbes?" Claire asks. "The van is a little conspicous."
"Can I drive?" I counter.
"I am not really in much of a mood to drive, anyway." She remarks. I give her a nod, and we get in the car and drive off.
We are silent on the ride, there must be a million thoughts running through my head, as well as probably Claire's, we just do not know where to start, we'll I don't.
As we drive into the art district, we spot a blue british car, I forget what brand it is, with an o so famillar driver.
Claire looks at me, to make sure I see it, I nod, as if to say "I saw it. " She nods back as if to say, "Onward to the chase."
I begin to follow her, trying to make it not so obvious. We are still silence. The woman seems to know we are following her. She tries to turn but she can not lose, Bobby Hobbes my friends. We watch her drive to a small compound. We wait outside of it. I call the official, he tells me to page Darien then wait for the reinforcements before entering.Claire pages Darien using my cell phone, and hands me her binoculars and I look through them. I spot Eberts, he is wearing only his boxer shirts, his front side is bright red, like he's had a terrible sunburn, I know its not though, The tie him to a post outside, his back facing towards them. I watch as they pick up a hickory stick laying near by, I winch as I see the first strike. I toss the binoculars back to Claire. My cell phone rings. I pick it up.
"Hello." I hear Darien say on the other side. I breath a sigh of relief
"We have tracked the girl to a place ten minutes away from the post office. We can see Eberts outside, they are whipping him with a hickory stick, The Official is having back up secure the premises, we need to get him out of their."I say quickly, it is not the time for small talk. I hang up the cell phone. I look over at Claire she has dropped the binoculars.
I give her a nod towards the door, she nods back slowly, and we get out of the car. I take the binoclaurs from her, she has seen enough. She gives them up gratefully, and I scan the perimeter. I get a page the backup is only one minute away.Alex and Darien pull up as I turn it off.
"We need to wait, till all the back up get here." I tell them, as I see them get out. "They are on their way. One minute away."
"We need to go and save him now!" Alex calls, and she begins to run to the compound.
"Alex, wait!!!!" we call after her. A few seconds later, a bang. We are horrified by this, Claire drops to the ground, and Darien grabs the binoculars.
"They have Alex and they shot Eberts!" He screams."They are taking them to a black limo."
I help Claire up, and we race back to her car. I try to pull out but a van that looks very much like mine is sitting behind her car, I surge the car forward, and pull out and away we go.
She calls The Official to tell him what happen as I drive. We spot the black limo and begin following. "Bang!!!" comes from the back.
"What was that?" Claire asks, covering the phone up. I turn the car off.
A motorcyclist drives by, replacing the gun used to blow out the left rear tire, back in their motorcycle jacket.
"Damn it!!" I say. "I'll go fix." I say, as I get out I see Darien approaching in his blue lincoln. He pulls over. "Hop in!!" he calls.
I motion for Claire, and she grabs her cell phone, and car keys, and we hop into Darien's car, praying we make it on time.
I wish it was Sunday
When we had finished watching as much, -or- more than we in somecases, could stomach of the video. One of the guards, a young twenty something,who would be a yuppie, if he wasn't so darn trigger happy bounces into the room. "The prisoner has .." he tries to comes up with a three syllable word, to stump us.
"What is it, spit it out!" the official demands, glaring at the guard.
"Umm...Thomas helped the prisoner escape." He says and runs out as not to get yelled at anymore. We all know that expression,my friend.
The Official frowns. "Get out of my office for a few minutes, I'll call you all back in here." He'll probably forget about us.
I want to do something, but I don't know what. The building feels like we should be in mourning. Maybe Eberts is already dead. I feel really bad about joking about it before. It seems so ominous now. Why had I even seen it as being funny? I have a very morbid sense of humor sometimes. I do hope Eberts is okay, he'll probably need therapy after what they did to him on the video. I know that was not just staged. I don't think anyone can fake a scream like that. No matter how many years of acting you have had. There was more to the tape, which is the problem, I have seen that little machine, the Hitler dude had, and that little baby has ten settings. They started it out on three. If they didn't bring it all the way to ten, which can kill you in eight seconds, Eberts will probably still need therapy. I don't think the poor guy can really be sane for long. I am not saying, I don't think he is strong, I am sure somewhere down inside, he is strong, but I have heard stories of geniuses breaking down by that thing. That little device is illegal in the United States.
Darien and I wander the halls, not really in the mood to do anything. I spot Alex at the waterfountain, getting a long drink. She finishes and looks up at us.
"Hey, guys." she says softly. Her tone almost reminds me of how low Eberts talks sometimes.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Darien asks, before I can say anything.
"I am worried about Eberts."
"I think we all are." I tell her. She looks like she is going to say something else, but changes her mind, gives a simple nod, and walks off.
A guard approaches us and tells us "We are wanted in the official's office." We follow him, and sit down in the chairs in front of his desk. Alex and Claire come in shortly after. Claire postions herself in the chair by Darien, and Alex leans in the doorway.
"Okay, I am about to brief you on operation G.E.O., formally operation G.E.M.S. but I couldn't think of a good meaning for that, to start off this requires two teams of two, and as much reniforcement as possible. The two teams will be Hobbes and The Keeper, and Fawkes and Monroe. Is everyone clear so far?" The Official asks.
I raise my hand, "What does G.E.O. stand for?"
"I was getting to that, It means Get Eberts Out. You will try and find any sources you can about Eberts, and as a side note look for the woman who made the phone call. I would give you more, but I really can't think of anymore. I know this is vague, but we need to save Eberts from these people. I have made you a tenative list of possible places.These may not even be right, I hope they lead you somewhere though. You are dismissed." He says. We can note the sadness in his voice. He hands me and Darien a sheet of paper each. We all walk into the hall.
Claire reads the list over my shoulder.I move it so she doesn't have to. She moves accordingly.
"Why don't me and Alex take one side of town, and you take the other?" Darien asks.
"Okay." I say with a nod. The official had been nice enough to divide the short list into parts of town.
"We'll take the part with the art gallery, if you don't mind." Claire tells Darien.
Alex nods, and we separate walking to our respectible vehicles.
"Can we take my car, Hobbes?" Claire asks. "The van is a little conspicous."
"Can I drive?" I counter.
"I am not really in much of a mood to drive, anyway." She remarks. I give her a nod, and we get in the car and drive off.
We are silent on the ride, there must be a million thoughts running through my head, as well as probably Claire's, we just do not know where to start, we'll I don't.
As we drive into the art district, we spot a blue british car, I forget what brand it is, with an o so famillar driver.
Claire looks at me, to make sure I see it, I nod, as if to say "I saw it. " She nods back as if to say, "Onward to the chase."
I begin to follow her, trying to make it not so obvious. We are still silence. The woman seems to know we are following her. She tries to turn but she can not lose, Bobby Hobbes my friends. We watch her drive to a small compound. We wait outside of it. I call the official, he tells me to page Darien then wait for the reinforcements before entering.Claire pages Darien using my cell phone, and hands me her binoculars and I look through them. I spot Eberts, he is wearing only his boxer shirts, his front side is bright red, like he's had a terrible sunburn, I know its not though, The tie him to a post outside, his back facing towards them. I watch as they pick up a hickory stick laying near by, I winch as I see the first strike. I toss the binoculars back to Claire. My cell phone rings. I pick it up.
"Hello." I hear Darien say on the other side. I breath a sigh of relief
"We have tracked the girl to a place ten minutes away from the post office. We can see Eberts outside, they are whipping him with a hickory stick, The Official is having back up secure the premises, we need to get him out of their."I say quickly, it is not the time for small talk. I hang up the cell phone. I look over at Claire she has dropped the binoculars.
I give her a nod towards the door, she nods back slowly, and we get out of the car. I take the binoclaurs from her, she has seen enough. She gives them up gratefully, and I scan the perimeter. I get a page the backup is only one minute away.Alex and Darien pull up as I turn it off.
"We need to wait, till all the back up get here." I tell them, as I see them get out. "They are on their way. One minute away."
"We need to go and save him now!" Alex calls, and she begins to run to the compound.
"Alex, wait!!!!" we call after her. A few seconds later, a bang. We are horrified by this, Claire drops to the ground, and Darien grabs the binoculars.
"They have Alex and they shot Eberts!" He screams."They are taking them to a black limo."
I help Claire up, and we race back to her car. I try to pull out but a van that looks very much like mine is sitting behind her car, I surge the car forward, and pull out and away we go.
She calls The Official to tell him what happen as I drive. We spot the black limo and begin following. "Bang!!!" comes from the back.
"What was that?" Claire asks, covering the phone up. I turn the car off.
A motorcyclist drives by, replacing the gun used to blow out the left rear tire, back in their motorcycle jacket.
"Damn it!!" I say. "I'll go fix." I say, as I get out I see Darien approaching in his blue lincoln. He pulls over. "Hop in!!" he calls.
I motion for Claire, and she grabs her cell phone, and car keys, and we hop into Darien's car, praying we make it on time.