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Little Secrets
Chapter 10:
Dirty Deeds
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Lucas walked around and found himself in front of the old mines. The ones that had been closed down do to possible avalanches. He slowly made his way in, past the boards and warning tape. Once inside, he sat down to think and soon found himself feeling very tired and drifting off to sleep.
He awoke with a start. He quickly jumped to his feet; causing pain through his mid section, something was wrong, he could just feel it. He made his way out of the mines and started towards his home, ready to face the hell. As he past the chapel he felt the pain in his heart again, something was wrong. He then turned and went inside, walking all the way to the back where the office was located. Stopping when he heard voices.
"Please calm yourself, Mr. Wol..." Spoke a gentle old voice that was cut off.
"No, I will not calm myself!" Came the reply of an enraged voice. "You have been helping my son, and I am sure the little bastard has told you!"
"Look, I know we can reach some understanding. Please now, have a seat."
The door was cracked slightly and Lucas leaned forward a little to get a better look. He could just barely see Matthew and his father. He saw his father reach into his pocket and fiddle with something.
"No old man, you have overstepped your boundaries. This is a personal matter to which you should have never gotten involved!" Lawrence pulled a small tube like object from his pocket and quickly jabbed it into the older mans chest, releasing all the yellow fluid from the tube inside the mans chest.
Lucas took a giant gasp, -{What is he doing to Matthew? I have to help!}- Without thinking of further consequences, he jumped from his crouched position and slammed open the door. His father spun on him like a cheetah on a rabbit. Lucas let out a cry of pain as he hit the floor with full force and then the weight of his father was added to his.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Demanded a very powerful voice.
The question was ignored. "What did you do to Matthew?"
"I finished your business with him. Honestly Lucas, you really are a two- bit whore! I think it is time we have a talk." Lawrence stood and ripped Lucas up by his arm and shoved him out the door. Before leaving Lawrence grabbed the syringe before exiting and pulled the door shut behind him. Lucas stared at the ground the whole way back to their room and allowed himself to be pushed brutally inside. He knew it would be a bad night when he heard the door lock and his father start to unbuckle his belt.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Lucas heard the knocking, but it sounded so far away. Quickly, as fast as he currently could move, stood from his balled up position on the floor. He grabbed is long sleeve shirt and quickly pulled it on while making his way to the door. He opened it.
"Lucas? What the hell happened to you?"
"Huh? What ya talking bout?" Lucas quickly finished waking up and spun around. "Hold on a second please." He slammed the door shut and locked the doorknob. Running to the bathroom to examined himself in the mirror. His hair was a total mess, but that was not the worst. He heard knocking at the door again. He had a bruise across the left side of his face, from his temple to the side of his mouth. It was from where the belt struck him during one of his father's wild furious blows. He quickly pushed his hair down and threw some water over his face. He heard the knocking again, except more intent now. He took a deep breath then returned to the door, unlocked it and opened it again.
He put on a fake smile and braced himself for the river of lies his was about to sail on. "Well good morning, or is it afternoon?" He quickly asked.
Bridger was not pleased. He wanted answers and that was plain to see. "It is one o'clock in the afternoon, where have you been? No first, what happened? Are you going to make me stay out here?" He knew he was being rude and bossy, but he WAS the Captain after all and had earned the right to be.
Lucas turned and looked at the room. The bloody sheets of his bed and the broken mirror. The room looked like it was hit by a tornado. He opened the door wide enough to slip out and then quickly shut it, locking it behind him. "Sorry Captain. I uhh, had a party last night, and well, I have yet to clean up." Lie number one came out quite easily.
"What do you mean you had a party?" He demanded more than asked.
"Well, as I told Ben, I made some friends, and dad was working all night, so we had some drinking games and some loud music." He lied again.
"I did not hear any music! Does your dad know? That still does not answer my earlier questions."
"Well, he called earlier and I told him. About my face," he giggled nervously while looking away. "One of my friends," he thought for a moment, "Tommy, was acting stupid and twirling his belt around his head and accidentally hit me in the face."
"Lucas! This behavior is totally unacceptable," he was getting quite upset, "I just can't believe you did this! I don't know if I should trust you with such an important job!" He stopped and turned to look at the teen. He could tell Lucas felt really guilty and was all the sudden sorry that he had been so mean. He had no choice though, he had to set an example. "I need an answer." He stated without emotion.
Lucas looked down, riddled with guilt for having to lie. "Sir, I have thought about it and have decided", he paused drastically, "I will do it." From what he figured, while sitting inside the mines, last night was that if he did this, his father would go to jail and he would no longer have to worry about messing up or going home too late. At least, he hoped. They were now in front of Bridger's room. They went in, Lucas slowly brining up the lead.
"Chief Crocker, will you please give us a few minutes?"
"Yes sir." The bigger man stood a left quietly and quickly.
"Look Lucas, we can discuss your inappropriate behavior later, but now we have to figure the more important stuff. Just keep in mind that when we get back to the boat, you will be confined to quarters until I can figure out what to do with you. Maybe I should talk with you father about what to do."
Lucas tensed noticeably, but stayed quiet. "Sir, I was thinking that I would use the lap top he keeps in our room, I can copy all the files that the UEO will require onto mini discs and then I will implant a virus on his password, so only I can get in or out."
Bridger looked at the teen in surprise, he had really thought about this. He said in a nicer voice, "Good thinking Lucas. When do you want to do this?"
"Now." He stood and had almost shut the door when he heard the Captain yell at him to be careful. He went back to his room and locked all the doors and windows. If his father came home, he would be dead! He had to work quickly. He found the computer buried under a pile of clothes that had been dumped from his dufflebag. He shoved everything from the table onto the floor and began to work. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.
He went and found one of his "fathers" sodas from the fridge and drank greedily. He quickly returned to his work. He had found all the needed files to incriminate the great doctor and had them saved to the minidisks, that only took a hour and a half. He began to work on the virus. He had better work quicker if he didn't want to be caught.
Ben jogged to reach the Captain as he saw the older man turn to walk in the opposite direction. "Hey Captain!" Ben called.
Bridger stopped when he heard his name being called and turned to face the man calling it. It didn't take long for him to reach the Captain. "Yes Lt."
"I need to speak to you, uhh, in private." He said looking around.
"I don't really have time now Ben, what is it that you need?" Bridger glanced at his watch. He had to get to where Dr. Wolenczhe was working and stall him so Lucas would not have to worry about his father walking in on him.
"Sir, it is highly important!" Ben said urgently, almost pleading with the great Captain.
"Ben, really, can it wait?"
Ben thought for a moment, then glanced around to make sure that no one was around. "Sir, it is about Lucas. I found something out yesterday and I truly believe you should know."
Bridger got an interested look upon his face, but glanced at his watch again. "Well I guess I can spare a moment."
Ben felt relieved, but did not get the chance to escort the Captain to a private place, because they heard a shrill screech coming from the chapel. They both turned and ran towards the unusually closed doors.
They found the cause of the scream when they entered the almost hidden office and found a teenage girl on her knees hunched over an old man, the girl was weeping freely.
"What's wrong ma'am?" They asked in unison.
"He's.he's.dead!" She almost squealed, tears streaking down her face.
Bridger glanced at his watch, "Ben take care of this and find me later so we can discuss what you want." He said though he felt guilty for leaving the girl and the LT. like this.
Ben looked heartbroken but agreed. He watched sadly as Bridger left the room quickly.
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Little Secrets
Chapter 10:
Dirty Deeds
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Lucas walked around and found himself in front of the old mines. The ones that had been closed down do to possible avalanches. He slowly made his way in, past the boards and warning tape. Once inside, he sat down to think and soon found himself feeling very tired and drifting off to sleep.
He awoke with a start. He quickly jumped to his feet; causing pain through his mid section, something was wrong, he could just feel it. He made his way out of the mines and started towards his home, ready to face the hell. As he past the chapel he felt the pain in his heart again, something was wrong. He then turned and went inside, walking all the way to the back where the office was located. Stopping when he heard voices.
"Please calm yourself, Mr. Wol..." Spoke a gentle old voice that was cut off.
"No, I will not calm myself!" Came the reply of an enraged voice. "You have been helping my son, and I am sure the little bastard has told you!"
"Look, I know we can reach some understanding. Please now, have a seat."
The door was cracked slightly and Lucas leaned forward a little to get a better look. He could just barely see Matthew and his father. He saw his father reach into his pocket and fiddle with something.
"No old man, you have overstepped your boundaries. This is a personal matter to which you should have never gotten involved!" Lawrence pulled a small tube like object from his pocket and quickly jabbed it into the older mans chest, releasing all the yellow fluid from the tube inside the mans chest.
Lucas took a giant gasp, -{What is he doing to Matthew? I have to help!}- Without thinking of further consequences, he jumped from his crouched position and slammed open the door. His father spun on him like a cheetah on a rabbit. Lucas let out a cry of pain as he hit the floor with full force and then the weight of his father was added to his.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Demanded a very powerful voice.
The question was ignored. "What did you do to Matthew?"
"I finished your business with him. Honestly Lucas, you really are a two- bit whore! I think it is time we have a talk." Lawrence stood and ripped Lucas up by his arm and shoved him out the door. Before leaving Lawrence grabbed the syringe before exiting and pulled the door shut behind him. Lucas stared at the ground the whole way back to their room and allowed himself to be pushed brutally inside. He knew it would be a bad night when he heard the door lock and his father start to unbuckle his belt.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Lucas heard the knocking, but it sounded so far away. Quickly, as fast as he currently could move, stood from his balled up position on the floor. He grabbed is long sleeve shirt and quickly pulled it on while making his way to the door. He opened it.
"Lucas? What the hell happened to you?"
"Huh? What ya talking bout?" Lucas quickly finished waking up and spun around. "Hold on a second please." He slammed the door shut and locked the doorknob. Running to the bathroom to examined himself in the mirror. His hair was a total mess, but that was not the worst. He heard knocking at the door again. He had a bruise across the left side of his face, from his temple to the side of his mouth. It was from where the belt struck him during one of his father's wild furious blows. He quickly pushed his hair down and threw some water over his face. He heard the knocking again, except more intent now. He took a deep breath then returned to the door, unlocked it and opened it again.
He put on a fake smile and braced himself for the river of lies his was about to sail on. "Well good morning, or is it afternoon?" He quickly asked.
Bridger was not pleased. He wanted answers and that was plain to see. "It is one o'clock in the afternoon, where have you been? No first, what happened? Are you going to make me stay out here?" He knew he was being rude and bossy, but he WAS the Captain after all and had earned the right to be.
Lucas turned and looked at the room. The bloody sheets of his bed and the broken mirror. The room looked like it was hit by a tornado. He opened the door wide enough to slip out and then quickly shut it, locking it behind him. "Sorry Captain. I uhh, had a party last night, and well, I have yet to clean up." Lie number one came out quite easily.
"What do you mean you had a party?" He demanded more than asked.
"Well, as I told Ben, I made some friends, and dad was working all night, so we had some drinking games and some loud music." He lied again.
"I did not hear any music! Does your dad know? That still does not answer my earlier questions."
"Well, he called earlier and I told him. About my face," he giggled nervously while looking away. "One of my friends," he thought for a moment, "Tommy, was acting stupid and twirling his belt around his head and accidentally hit me in the face."
"Lucas! This behavior is totally unacceptable," he was getting quite upset, "I just can't believe you did this! I don't know if I should trust you with such an important job!" He stopped and turned to look at the teen. He could tell Lucas felt really guilty and was all the sudden sorry that he had been so mean. He had no choice though, he had to set an example. "I need an answer." He stated without emotion.
Lucas looked down, riddled with guilt for having to lie. "Sir, I have thought about it and have decided", he paused drastically, "I will do it." From what he figured, while sitting inside the mines, last night was that if he did this, his father would go to jail and he would no longer have to worry about messing up or going home too late. At least, he hoped. They were now in front of Bridger's room. They went in, Lucas slowly brining up the lead.
"Chief Crocker, will you please give us a few minutes?"
"Yes sir." The bigger man stood a left quietly and quickly.
"Look Lucas, we can discuss your inappropriate behavior later, but now we have to figure the more important stuff. Just keep in mind that when we get back to the boat, you will be confined to quarters until I can figure out what to do with you. Maybe I should talk with you father about what to do."
Lucas tensed noticeably, but stayed quiet. "Sir, I was thinking that I would use the lap top he keeps in our room, I can copy all the files that the UEO will require onto mini discs and then I will implant a virus on his password, so only I can get in or out."
Bridger looked at the teen in surprise, he had really thought about this. He said in a nicer voice, "Good thinking Lucas. When do you want to do this?"
"Now." He stood and had almost shut the door when he heard the Captain yell at him to be careful. He went back to his room and locked all the doors and windows. If his father came home, he would be dead! He had to work quickly. He found the computer buried under a pile of clothes that had been dumped from his dufflebag. He shoved everything from the table onto the floor and began to work. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.
He went and found one of his "fathers" sodas from the fridge and drank greedily. He quickly returned to his work. He had found all the needed files to incriminate the great doctor and had them saved to the minidisks, that only took a hour and a half. He began to work on the virus. He had better work quicker if he didn't want to be caught.
Ben jogged to reach the Captain as he saw the older man turn to walk in the opposite direction. "Hey Captain!" Ben called.
Bridger stopped when he heard his name being called and turned to face the man calling it. It didn't take long for him to reach the Captain. "Yes Lt."
"I need to speak to you, uhh, in private." He said looking around.
"I don't really have time now Ben, what is it that you need?" Bridger glanced at his watch. He had to get to where Dr. Wolenczhe was working and stall him so Lucas would not have to worry about his father walking in on him.
"Sir, it is highly important!" Ben said urgently, almost pleading with the great Captain.
"Ben, really, can it wait?"
Ben thought for a moment, then glanced around to make sure that no one was around. "Sir, it is about Lucas. I found something out yesterday and I truly believe you should know."
Bridger got an interested look upon his face, but glanced at his watch again. "Well I guess I can spare a moment."
Ben felt relieved, but did not get the chance to escort the Captain to a private place, because they heard a shrill screech coming from the chapel. They both turned and ran towards the unusually closed doors.
They found the cause of the scream when they entered the almost hidden office and found a teenage girl on her knees hunched over an old man, the girl was weeping freely.
"What's wrong ma'am?" They asked in unison.
"He's.he's.dead!" She almost squealed, tears streaking down her face.
Bridger glanced at his watch, "Ben take care of this and find me later so we can discuss what you want." He said though he felt guilty for leaving the girl and the LT. like this.
Ben looked heartbroken but agreed. He watched sadly as Bridger left the room quickly.