World Domination.
Ch. 3
Aya knew it was shorter to go back to the motel, but it was also where the golem soldiers were. A car headed down the street. She tried flagging it down, but the driver honked the horn and drove on by. Another one came by, and this one also didn't stop. Quickly a third one showed up, and she tried an alternative method. She shot her pistol up in the air, and the car stopped. The driver got out of her car with her hands up.
"FBI," Aya yelled at her. "I need to use your vehicle. Get in the back seat if you wish." Aya set Pierce in the front passenger seat and got in the driver's seat with a very nervous passenger in the back.
Aya sped off like a bat out of hell towards the safe house. She weaved her way through the traffic, which had ironically now gotten busy, at 95 miles an hour. She pulled into the driveway and instantly pulled Pierce out through the driver's seat. "Get the hell out of here," Aya ordered the owner of the car.
She set Pierce, who was gradually regaining consciousness, in the garage and Aya stormed the house with her pistol. She entered the living room, and startled Eve who was watching television. Eve stared at Aya with her eyes wide open and sweat beading down her forehead. Aya holstered the gun and took a sigh of relief. Eve continued to stare at Aya.
"It's okay." Aya assured her. Eve stared more, but Aya noticed her eye's shift to something behind her. Before she could react there was a powerful blow delivered to her head.
**
"Sir, we've recovered to agents and the girl who had the evolved mitochondria." A man said over the radio while driving in a car.
Another man over the radio answered. "Lose the girl. She's not a factor."
"Sir," the driver protested. "We can use her for the mitochondria experiments."
"Why? So it can backfire and cause total failure. I don't think that's what the plan is." The man over the intercom was furious with the protest. "Lose the girl."
"What about the male agent?"
"He will be executed upon arrival by me, since you seem to not know how to follow directions. I'll have to do it myself."
The driver pulled the car over and yelled at Eve, who was in the back seat with Aya and Pierce. Both agents were unconscious. "Get out of the fucking car!" Eve didn't move. She refused to leave Aya. The driver turned to the large man in the seat next to him. The man got out of the car. He sluggishly moved to the door behind him and yanked the door open. The cyborg, an actual golem soldier, grabbed Eve by the neck with the hand that wasn't replaced with a weapon and tossed her out of the car. The golem soldier got back in the car and they drove off, leaving Eve in the street.
**
Aya woke up on an uncomfortable cot. She rolled over to see Pierce tapping his fingers on a concrete floor. Aya looked at the room she was in. It was a jail cell. It was double the size of the cells you normally see in a prison and was basically in an entire column of other cells.
"Eve." Aya instantly remembered the incident at Jerome Michaels's house. "Where is Eve?"
Pierce didn't look up. He didn't have a reply that he could say.
"Damn, you guys finally awake?" An oddly cheerful voice sounded from the cell next to them. Took y'all long enough."
The two couldn't see him and decided not to answer.
"I've been here so damn long. You get lonely after being here by yourself for so damn long. I've been told that one of you are here to stay for a while."
"What do you mean, only one of us?" Aya asked.
"Hello Clarice," the inmate answered, imitating Hannibal Lector. He snickered to himself.
"Hell, why would they tell you anything?" Pierce called over.
"All good things to those who wait." The inmate now threw a fit of laughter. "I am Hannibal Lector! People come to me for advice even though I'm totally insane!" He laughed even harder.
"Forget him. He's insane." Pierce told Aya.
"I'm insane huh? Well no shit Sherlock. Can't get nothing past you, Pierce." The man was obviously amused.
"How'd you know his name?" Aya asked the man.
"Well Aya, we met briefly a while ago. So, are you as tasty looking as the last time I saw you?"
"Damn it. Who in the hell are you?" Pierce yelled over.
"Oh, sorry. But I'm having too much fun. How 'bout a game of hangman? I haven't had people to play games with in a long time."
"Just give me your name." Aya calmly told him.
"Uh, here's a hint." The man reached across the cement wall with his left hand to show to them.
"Oh great," Pierce rolled his eyes. "Our only clue to who you are is your hand. What are you, a famous jewelry model?"
"Well look. The scar tissue is your clue. I have a lot of scars on my left hand."
"Sorry," Aya sighed. "There are many men in this world who have scarred hands."
"Very well. I'll play your little game." The man was amused at this game he was playing. "I'll show you my other hand." He stuck his right hand in front of their cell.
"Ok. So you have two hands." Pierce turned away from the hand, discouraged at finding out who this was. "You have two hands, that really narrows it down."
"No," Aya whispered to herself. "It can't be."
"What?" Pierce shouted. "You mean to tell me you can tell who he is due to his hands?"
"Look," Aya pointed out the index finger, which was stubbed due to missing the entire area where the fingernail was normally present. "I don't know anyone alive who is missing part of his index finger."
"Oh, you mean you know somebody who died who had an injury similar?" The man said.
"No. I never had," Aya lied.
"Oh, that's bullshit. You recognize the name Logan Samuels? Tell me, what was your relationship with him?"
"Don't know the guy." Aya sat down on the cot. "I really don't give a damn about who you are anymore anyway."
"Oh, quit lying. He's the man who introduced me to you. I witnessed his death, and you didn't even bother to be there at his last moments, or his funeral. You see him get the injection, you carry him out of that shelter, and you get him to medics. But you don't bother to visit him. He really cared about you and apparently you didn't care much for him."
Aya was next to tears for being insulted of not caring for her old boyfriend. "Who are you, no more games. Please, tell me."
"Well, okay. Anything for a lady. My name is Samuel Logan. Or, if you would look into the phone book, it would be Logan, Samuel."
"Oh, that's the biggest lie I've heard in a while," Pierce blurted out.
"Is it? I never died. I was out of the hospital in a week. The government changed my name and gave me all the appropriate certificates: birth, driver's license, and social security. Everything I need. As an added bonus, I have no living relatives."
"Don't fall for it Aya. He's insane and just messing with us."
"You know Pierce," The inmate shouted, "they way you keep talking to me almost makes me glad they're gonna waste you in about an hour."
"What? That's all the time I have left!" Pierce got up. "How do I know you're not just full of shit?"
"Well, you can't. But, I have good ties with the new golem leader. I might be able to convince him to save your ass but I'm thinking who in the world would miss you?"
"Logan," Aya got right up to the gate and next to the wall, "Are you serious? Can you really save Pierce?"
"I'll see what I can do." Logan reached his hand across in front of Aya's cell. "For months now I've been wanting to ask you something Aya. Will you answer me honestly?"
"Yes," Aya clutched his hand. "What do you need?" Aya listened with all her heart.
"Well...do you know what happened to my car? I really miss my Viper." Aya dropped his hand and marched back to her cot. Logan laughed out loud, highly amused with himself. "Seriously though, where is it?"
The door at the end of the cell hall opened. 2 golems entered followed by an odd type of golem soldier. At first I thought it was just another human in the golem outfit, but noticed he had a life support attached to his back. It was a smaller unit, and seemed to allow him to move more freely. Instead of the night vision goggles golems wore, he had an implant over one of his eyes. He was about the same size as No. 9, the former golem leader, but carried a different weapon. It appeared to be a very large sniper rifle with a bayonet attached, and he also carried a large revolver. He was the newest Golem Soldier Leader, and was likely to be the most dangerous ever.
Aya knew it was shorter to go back to the motel, but it was also where the golem soldiers were. A car headed down the street. She tried flagging it down, but the driver honked the horn and drove on by. Another one came by, and this one also didn't stop. Quickly a third one showed up, and she tried an alternative method. She shot her pistol up in the air, and the car stopped. The driver got out of her car with her hands up.
"FBI," Aya yelled at her. "I need to use your vehicle. Get in the back seat if you wish." Aya set Pierce in the front passenger seat and got in the driver's seat with a very nervous passenger in the back.
Aya sped off like a bat out of hell towards the safe house. She weaved her way through the traffic, which had ironically now gotten busy, at 95 miles an hour. She pulled into the driveway and instantly pulled Pierce out through the driver's seat. "Get the hell out of here," Aya ordered the owner of the car.
She set Pierce, who was gradually regaining consciousness, in the garage and Aya stormed the house with her pistol. She entered the living room, and startled Eve who was watching television. Eve stared at Aya with her eyes wide open and sweat beading down her forehead. Aya holstered the gun and took a sigh of relief. Eve continued to stare at Aya.
"It's okay." Aya assured her. Eve stared more, but Aya noticed her eye's shift to something behind her. Before she could react there was a powerful blow delivered to her head.
**
"Sir, we've recovered to agents and the girl who had the evolved mitochondria." A man said over the radio while driving in a car.
Another man over the radio answered. "Lose the girl. She's not a factor."
"Sir," the driver protested. "We can use her for the mitochondria experiments."
"Why? So it can backfire and cause total failure. I don't think that's what the plan is." The man over the intercom was furious with the protest. "Lose the girl."
"What about the male agent?"
"He will be executed upon arrival by me, since you seem to not know how to follow directions. I'll have to do it myself."
The driver pulled the car over and yelled at Eve, who was in the back seat with Aya and Pierce. Both agents were unconscious. "Get out of the fucking car!" Eve didn't move. She refused to leave Aya. The driver turned to the large man in the seat next to him. The man got out of the car. He sluggishly moved to the door behind him and yanked the door open. The cyborg, an actual golem soldier, grabbed Eve by the neck with the hand that wasn't replaced with a weapon and tossed her out of the car. The golem soldier got back in the car and they drove off, leaving Eve in the street.
**
Aya woke up on an uncomfortable cot. She rolled over to see Pierce tapping his fingers on a concrete floor. Aya looked at the room she was in. It was a jail cell. It was double the size of the cells you normally see in a prison and was basically in an entire column of other cells.
"Eve." Aya instantly remembered the incident at Jerome Michaels's house. "Where is Eve?"
Pierce didn't look up. He didn't have a reply that he could say.
"Damn, you guys finally awake?" An oddly cheerful voice sounded from the cell next to them. Took y'all long enough."
The two couldn't see him and decided not to answer.
"I've been here so damn long. You get lonely after being here by yourself for so damn long. I've been told that one of you are here to stay for a while."
"What do you mean, only one of us?" Aya asked.
"Hello Clarice," the inmate answered, imitating Hannibal Lector. He snickered to himself.
"Hell, why would they tell you anything?" Pierce called over.
"All good things to those who wait." The inmate now threw a fit of laughter. "I am Hannibal Lector! People come to me for advice even though I'm totally insane!" He laughed even harder.
"Forget him. He's insane." Pierce told Aya.
"I'm insane huh? Well no shit Sherlock. Can't get nothing past you, Pierce." The man was obviously amused.
"How'd you know his name?" Aya asked the man.
"Well Aya, we met briefly a while ago. So, are you as tasty looking as the last time I saw you?"
"Damn it. Who in the hell are you?" Pierce yelled over.
"Oh, sorry. But I'm having too much fun. How 'bout a game of hangman? I haven't had people to play games with in a long time."
"Just give me your name." Aya calmly told him.
"Uh, here's a hint." The man reached across the cement wall with his left hand to show to them.
"Oh great," Pierce rolled his eyes. "Our only clue to who you are is your hand. What are you, a famous jewelry model?"
"Well look. The scar tissue is your clue. I have a lot of scars on my left hand."
"Sorry," Aya sighed. "There are many men in this world who have scarred hands."
"Very well. I'll play your little game." The man was amused at this game he was playing. "I'll show you my other hand." He stuck his right hand in front of their cell.
"Ok. So you have two hands." Pierce turned away from the hand, discouraged at finding out who this was. "You have two hands, that really narrows it down."
"No," Aya whispered to herself. "It can't be."
"What?" Pierce shouted. "You mean to tell me you can tell who he is due to his hands?"
"Look," Aya pointed out the index finger, which was stubbed due to missing the entire area where the fingernail was normally present. "I don't know anyone alive who is missing part of his index finger."
"Oh, you mean you know somebody who died who had an injury similar?" The man said.
"No. I never had," Aya lied.
"Oh, that's bullshit. You recognize the name Logan Samuels? Tell me, what was your relationship with him?"
"Don't know the guy." Aya sat down on the cot. "I really don't give a damn about who you are anymore anyway."
"Oh, quit lying. He's the man who introduced me to you. I witnessed his death, and you didn't even bother to be there at his last moments, or his funeral. You see him get the injection, you carry him out of that shelter, and you get him to medics. But you don't bother to visit him. He really cared about you and apparently you didn't care much for him."
Aya was next to tears for being insulted of not caring for her old boyfriend. "Who are you, no more games. Please, tell me."
"Well, okay. Anything for a lady. My name is Samuel Logan. Or, if you would look into the phone book, it would be Logan, Samuel."
"Oh, that's the biggest lie I've heard in a while," Pierce blurted out.
"Is it? I never died. I was out of the hospital in a week. The government changed my name and gave me all the appropriate certificates: birth, driver's license, and social security. Everything I need. As an added bonus, I have no living relatives."
"Don't fall for it Aya. He's insane and just messing with us."
"You know Pierce," The inmate shouted, "they way you keep talking to me almost makes me glad they're gonna waste you in about an hour."
"What? That's all the time I have left!" Pierce got up. "How do I know you're not just full of shit?"
"Well, you can't. But, I have good ties with the new golem leader. I might be able to convince him to save your ass but I'm thinking who in the world would miss you?"
"Logan," Aya got right up to the gate and next to the wall, "Are you serious? Can you really save Pierce?"
"I'll see what I can do." Logan reached his hand across in front of Aya's cell. "For months now I've been wanting to ask you something Aya. Will you answer me honestly?"
"Yes," Aya clutched his hand. "What do you need?" Aya listened with all her heart.
"Well...do you know what happened to my car? I really miss my Viper." Aya dropped his hand and marched back to her cot. Logan laughed out loud, highly amused with himself. "Seriously though, where is it?"
The door at the end of the cell hall opened. 2 golems entered followed by an odd type of golem soldier. At first I thought it was just another human in the golem outfit, but noticed he had a life support attached to his back. It was a smaller unit, and seemed to allow him to move more freely. Instead of the night vision goggles golems wore, he had an implant over one of his eyes. He was about the same size as No. 9, the former golem leader, but carried a different weapon. It appeared to be a very large sniper rifle with a bayonet attached, and he also carried a large revolver. He was the newest Golem Soldier Leader, and was likely to be the most dangerous ever.