World Domination
Ch. 7
Everyone in the room left, but Aya stayed behind. She knew very well he had much more to say, and she figured that she had the only way to get it out of him. She would act like she loved him, like she did more than a year ago.
"Logan, please talk to me. I want you to tell me. You never used to keep secrets from me." Aya sat in a chair and scooted up to him.
Logan snickered to himself.
"What?"
"I kept so many secrets from you, and you never knew."
"Name one." Aya glared at him.
"That time I stayed at a friends house for a night cause I said I was too drunk. Well, I wasn't drunk. There was 3 strippers, and one was on my lap when I called you."
Aya couldn't look at him in the eye for this.
"There was the time I smashed the front end of your car while you were out of town. I got it back repaired about 15 minutes before you got back. You had no idea. Oh, and also there...."
"Enough!" Aya shouted. "You proved your point, but can't you tell me this. People have been killed by those maniacs, the same people who tried to kill you."
"Aya, those people you are talking about killed me twice. First, you somehow revived me with this messed up mito-shit. Then I nearly died, and the government killed off my life and gave me a new one in a cover-up. Now, they nearly killed me a third time."
"Exactly. What makes you think they won't come after you again."
"Let me finish." Logan raised the back end of his bed, so he was level with Aya. "I don't blame them. I blame you."
Aya had a shocked and offended look spread across her face.
"You dragged me into it all. That party who had an unannounced host, you forced me to go to the shelter, and if the previous two didn't happen, I never would've been shot twice in the back yesterday."
Aya couldn't look at Logan no more. His accusation brought tears to her eyes, but she dared not to let them fall.
"So, you are gonna go after this guy. I'm coming too. After I get my revenge, I'll reveal all other information needed to locate the other bases. Plus, if we are caught by him, you better be more emotionally prepared, cause the guy I'm after loves to play with emotion, for he has seen a lot of movies, pinpointed all ironic events, and has learned how to mess with the minds of his captives. Trust me, I know first hand. Then once you show weakness emotionally, he'll transform you into one of the manipulated robots that follow him."
Aya replied with a cracked voice. "I don't have the authority to allow you to come."
"You did it before..." Logan said as he leaned back and lowered the bed again. "...so don't tell me you can't do it again."
Aya slowly got up, walking away like a beaten puppy. And that is what she felt like.
* *
The leader of the Golem Soldiers paced through his new building, testing all traps he had created. Since the two men had escaped, he knew it would be a moment of time before the military would come back after him. He had transferred all the staff and soldiers to a deserted warehouse on the ocean shore of Baltimore. The warehouse had a huge basement, which was later created into a complex unit of halls and corridors which extended through the shipyard in the area. He knew this was also the first place Samuel Logan would direct the Marines, for Samuel knew that this is where he would station the group who had to desert the area in Sacramento, after it was destroyed. A private cargo plane got them across the United States in a matter of 10 hours.
The Lab hadn't been used in years, and he liked it that way. This was the only base left that was unused. All others were filled with Golem Soldiers and Lab Technicians. The Sacramento base was the one where all radio contact between the groups were placed, and without it the bases would not communicate. This frightened the Golem leader, for he knew what all the other bases wanted to use...mitochondria.
He figured that with mitochondria, comes chaos. If he can't be in control, the effort is pointless. Mitochondria, at its most advanced form, can't be controlled. A lesson many learned far too late.
* *
Aya regained her composure outside of the door. There was a question that she needed to ask, but didn't get a chance. She had to go back in, but she now hated the man who lay injured in that bed. She turned back around, and reentered.
"Hey baby, come back for a kiss goodbye?"
"Shut up!" Aya yelled defiantly. "Shut up. It's my turn to talk."
"Ooh, sounds serious. Want to snuggle up close and talk about it?" Logan scooted to one side of his bed. "No? Well, the offer is on the table, or shall I say bed."
Aya stood five feet away from him. "Logan..."
"Be casual, call me by my first name."
"Your first name is Logan."
"Did you forget already? My name is changed."
"Didn't I tell you to shut up Samuel?" Aya dragged out his name. "You used to have abnormal mitochondria. Chances are, you still do."
"Logan Samuels had abnormal mitochondria. I don't think Samuel Logan does. Check with the dudes who gave Sam his driver's license, birth certificate, social security card, diploma, and what not. Maybe they'll know."
Aya left, and walked steadily to the nurse's station. "Excuse me ma'am."
The secretary looked up. "How may I help you?"
"Is there a Pierce Carradine here in this hospital?"
"Uh yes, but he is in intensive care."
"Any chance he might be conscious and I can speak with him."
"I'm sorry. The ICU is restricted to unauthorized personnel. Plus, it is likely that he isn't conscious."
Aya showed her badge. "Mind if I go and check?"
The secretary studied the badge. "Yes, go to the next floor, it is all the way at the end of the west wing."
Aya thanked the lady and went to the elevator, went up a floor, turned left and headed to the ICU. Aya located a list with patients assigned to certain bed numbers. Pierce was number 9. It was an odd coincident that he had gotten beaten for calling that man twice his size number nine.
Aya stood in front of Pierce's bed. He was heavily bandaged in blood soaked wrappings around his head, and had a splint on his injured leg and a sling on his arm. It made Aya feel very sad to see her close friend in such a miserable state.
He was awake, but heavily sedated. She knelt down beside him. "Pierce, how are you?" she whispered in a soft, gentle voice.
Pierce couldn't talk well, but his slur of a talk sounded to be say "how would you be?"
"Listen Pierce, I know you had seen some blood samples of Logan. Does he still have abnormal mitochondria?"
"Kuniko will know." Pierce struggled to answer.
"Thank you." Aya gently kissed his only unwrapped cheek. "Get better for me. I would be lost without you."
Pierce gave a faint smile as she walked away.
Ch. 7
Everyone in the room left, but Aya stayed behind. She knew very well he had much more to say, and she figured that she had the only way to get it out of him. She would act like she loved him, like she did more than a year ago.
"Logan, please talk to me. I want you to tell me. You never used to keep secrets from me." Aya sat in a chair and scooted up to him.
Logan snickered to himself.
"What?"
"I kept so many secrets from you, and you never knew."
"Name one." Aya glared at him.
"That time I stayed at a friends house for a night cause I said I was too drunk. Well, I wasn't drunk. There was 3 strippers, and one was on my lap when I called you."
Aya couldn't look at him in the eye for this.
"There was the time I smashed the front end of your car while you were out of town. I got it back repaired about 15 minutes before you got back. You had no idea. Oh, and also there...."
"Enough!" Aya shouted. "You proved your point, but can't you tell me this. People have been killed by those maniacs, the same people who tried to kill you."
"Aya, those people you are talking about killed me twice. First, you somehow revived me with this messed up mito-shit. Then I nearly died, and the government killed off my life and gave me a new one in a cover-up. Now, they nearly killed me a third time."
"Exactly. What makes you think they won't come after you again."
"Let me finish." Logan raised the back end of his bed, so he was level with Aya. "I don't blame them. I blame you."
Aya had a shocked and offended look spread across her face.
"You dragged me into it all. That party who had an unannounced host, you forced me to go to the shelter, and if the previous two didn't happen, I never would've been shot twice in the back yesterday."
Aya couldn't look at Logan no more. His accusation brought tears to her eyes, but she dared not to let them fall.
"So, you are gonna go after this guy. I'm coming too. After I get my revenge, I'll reveal all other information needed to locate the other bases. Plus, if we are caught by him, you better be more emotionally prepared, cause the guy I'm after loves to play with emotion, for he has seen a lot of movies, pinpointed all ironic events, and has learned how to mess with the minds of his captives. Trust me, I know first hand. Then once you show weakness emotionally, he'll transform you into one of the manipulated robots that follow him."
Aya replied with a cracked voice. "I don't have the authority to allow you to come."
"You did it before..." Logan said as he leaned back and lowered the bed again. "...so don't tell me you can't do it again."
Aya slowly got up, walking away like a beaten puppy. And that is what she felt like.
* *
The leader of the Golem Soldiers paced through his new building, testing all traps he had created. Since the two men had escaped, he knew it would be a moment of time before the military would come back after him. He had transferred all the staff and soldiers to a deserted warehouse on the ocean shore of Baltimore. The warehouse had a huge basement, which was later created into a complex unit of halls and corridors which extended through the shipyard in the area. He knew this was also the first place Samuel Logan would direct the Marines, for Samuel knew that this is where he would station the group who had to desert the area in Sacramento, after it was destroyed. A private cargo plane got them across the United States in a matter of 10 hours.
The Lab hadn't been used in years, and he liked it that way. This was the only base left that was unused. All others were filled with Golem Soldiers and Lab Technicians. The Sacramento base was the one where all radio contact between the groups were placed, and without it the bases would not communicate. This frightened the Golem leader, for he knew what all the other bases wanted to use...mitochondria.
He figured that with mitochondria, comes chaos. If he can't be in control, the effort is pointless. Mitochondria, at its most advanced form, can't be controlled. A lesson many learned far too late.
* *
Aya regained her composure outside of the door. There was a question that she needed to ask, but didn't get a chance. She had to go back in, but she now hated the man who lay injured in that bed. She turned back around, and reentered.
"Hey baby, come back for a kiss goodbye?"
"Shut up!" Aya yelled defiantly. "Shut up. It's my turn to talk."
"Ooh, sounds serious. Want to snuggle up close and talk about it?" Logan scooted to one side of his bed. "No? Well, the offer is on the table, or shall I say bed."
Aya stood five feet away from him. "Logan..."
"Be casual, call me by my first name."
"Your first name is Logan."
"Did you forget already? My name is changed."
"Didn't I tell you to shut up Samuel?" Aya dragged out his name. "You used to have abnormal mitochondria. Chances are, you still do."
"Logan Samuels had abnormal mitochondria. I don't think Samuel Logan does. Check with the dudes who gave Sam his driver's license, birth certificate, social security card, diploma, and what not. Maybe they'll know."
Aya left, and walked steadily to the nurse's station. "Excuse me ma'am."
The secretary looked up. "How may I help you?"
"Is there a Pierce Carradine here in this hospital?"
"Uh yes, but he is in intensive care."
"Any chance he might be conscious and I can speak with him."
"I'm sorry. The ICU is restricted to unauthorized personnel. Plus, it is likely that he isn't conscious."
Aya showed her badge. "Mind if I go and check?"
The secretary studied the badge. "Yes, go to the next floor, it is all the way at the end of the west wing."
Aya thanked the lady and went to the elevator, went up a floor, turned left and headed to the ICU. Aya located a list with patients assigned to certain bed numbers. Pierce was number 9. It was an odd coincident that he had gotten beaten for calling that man twice his size number nine.
Aya stood in front of Pierce's bed. He was heavily bandaged in blood soaked wrappings around his head, and had a splint on his injured leg and a sling on his arm. It made Aya feel very sad to see her close friend in such a miserable state.
He was awake, but heavily sedated. She knelt down beside him. "Pierce, how are you?" she whispered in a soft, gentle voice.
Pierce couldn't talk well, but his slur of a talk sounded to be say "how would you be?"
"Listen Pierce, I know you had seen some blood samples of Logan. Does he still have abnormal mitochondria?"
"Kuniko will know." Pierce struggled to answer.
"Thank you." Aya gently kissed his only unwrapped cheek. "Get better for me. I would be lost without you."
Pierce gave a faint smile as she walked away.