Total Recall Chapter 3

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Jack's POV

The moment I felt my body couldn't stand the lack of air any longer, I ran forwards. With her still wrapped around me, I drove her forwards until I slammed her into the sliding glass door of the patio.

Because she still didn't let go, I turned around and slammed her into the nearby shelves on the wall.

At that point, she finally let go.

Before I could take a split second to get a breath of air, she swung her fist at me.

I ducked down, avoiding her hit as she sent another my way.

I quickly caught her hand mid-swing and wrapped one of my elbows around hers, squeezing it tightly as I jerked my arm up.

After wincing in pain from the unnatural arm movement, she glared at me as I asked "Lindsay, what's wrong with you?!"

Without a second to answer, she used the desk in front of her and back flipped with my arm still intertwined with hers, causing it to bend somewhat uncomfortably as I was pulled down slightly.

Once she landed on the ground, she swiftly dropped to her knees and flipped me over her, causing me to tumble a good twenty feet onto the floor besides my bed.

The setup of the house made our bedroom area connect to the living room and kitchen with a set of small stairs.

Because I rolled off of one of the drop offs on both sides of the stairs, I didn't descend until I rolled off the ledge, causing me a harder landing when I hit the hard floor.

I then stood up at the ledge at which I previously just fell off of and turned to Lindsay who eyed me with the eyes of a hawk as she stood there.

Her eyes squinted slightly as we looked at one another eye to eye.

"Lindsay, what are you-" I began to say before I was immediately cut off by her assaulting me.

She slid down on her knees, back arched as she sliding across the slick floor with ease.

Seconds later she knocked into me and the force threw me back onto the bed behind me.

She now had the upper hand on me as she straddled over my chest.

She then threw a well-aimed hit at me and hit me twice on the same side of my face before I could finally catch the third.

After doing so, I then threw her over to the empty space on the bed beside me and went in to take control.

Just when I was going to pin her down, she kicked me, forcing me to block her as she got up on her knees like me.

She sent two more punches my way, one per arm before she resorted to use another kick.

As she did so, I took the opportunity to try and make my getaway.

I grabbed her leg with both hands and for the slightest moment she was unbalanced, I stood up on the floor and pushed her upwards, slamming her into the sky window above.

As she was distracted with the aching pain from the glass and the shards surrounding her, I began to run, only to be kicked in the stomach before I could fully turn around.

From the kick, I was harshly launched back into the small set of stairs in front of the bed as she turned to face me.

I then saw her reach in her bag and the moment I saw her hand wrap around something, I had a pretty good guess of what it was.

Seeing this, I quickly disregarded the throbbing pain in my back as I scrambled to my feet and dove behind the kitchen counter as she fired several rounds of ammo from her pistol at me.

After catching myself, I sat up against the island, sitting on the opposite side of her as I remembered the control panel that was near the edge.

I pressed a button and suddenly the lights turned off at my command.

I took the moment to collect my breath as yelled out "Lindsay, what the heck are you doing?!"

I then heard a click from her gun loading as she responded back "My job."

This time when she spoke, she had a different accent. A

t first she had a slight British accent, but now she had a clear American accent.

Was this how she really spoke?

Or was this just a momentary decision?

"Are you crazy?!"

"Am I crazy? That's a good one Austin considering you don't even know who the heck you are."

What does she mean by that?

"Do you really think a boring, old factory worker like you could take out an entire room of highly-trained men? Come on, be realistic Austin!"

As I heard her boots approaching, I slid further down to the end of the counter.

I then leaned back against the far end of the countertop and looked around until I thought of a plan.

Seeing I knocked over a few items as I slid behind the counter, I picked up a nearby spoon and threw it at the row of pans handing over the oven as I ran around the other side of the counter, still crouched so she couldn't see me.

That moment she used to whip around the corner of the counter I was formerly leaning against, I ran up behind her and before she could react, I wrapped my arm around her neck as I snatched the gun from her hand.

As I tightened my grip slightly, I put the gun to her head as she clung onto my arm with both of hers, hoping to escape my grip.

Assuming that she knew she couldn't escape, I then took the time to ask her "Tell me what's going on. Now! Or we can skip straight to "Until death do us part"."

As we both attempted to catch our breath, she turned her head at an angle to see me as she sent a devious grin my way.

"I'm not your wife."

"That's bull. We've been married seven years."

"I'm U.F.B. police intel, assigned to play your wife. Six weeks ago, I didn't even know you."

I then let her go, pushing her forwards as I aimed the gun at her who now stood just over five feet from me.

She just smirked as flipped the hair out of her face from the harsh smack down we just so recently had as I asked "What are you talking about?"

"Your memory was replaced and your mind, implanted with a life you think you've lived."

There's no way that could be true.

She's trying to mess with your mind Austin!

"Keeping up baby?"

Austin, don't listen!

She's just trying to screw with you.

"There is no Austin Hauser, never has, never was."

"Are you saying-? Everything I- Our marriage?"

"Never existed."

She then inhaled deeply with a grin as she then added on "What can I say, I play a good wife."

I then felt my eyes dilate to their max as I felt my breathing steadily slow down like her's.

"Come on. Deep down, did you really believe someone like me would marry someone like you, and live in this piece of crud people call a house?"

"Who am I?"

"How in the heck would I know, I just work here." she said, winking as a chuckle escaped her lips.

I then shifted the gun in my hands as commanded her to speculate.

She then sighed stubbornly as she explained "If I had to guess, all the trouble Phil's taken to hide you from the Resistance, you must be fairly important. And with your skill set, I think it's highly doubtful you're his gardener"

"Phil? Phil's trying to hide me? W-why are you trying to kill me?"

When she didn't respond I shot a bullet to the right of her as I shouted at her moments later "Talk!"

"Call it a seven-year itch. Oh, and by the way, you haven't even begun to see me try to kill you!"

Just then, she came at me.

She gripped my hands with both of hers, as she pushed everything my waist up towards the floor as she thought she could rip the gun from my hand.

Seeing I wouldn't let go, she kicked me into the ledge besides the stairs that led to the walk-in closet.

Similar to the entryway to the bedroom, it has only a few stairs, but instead of going down, it goes up.

While my body still lied limp on the edge, she rolled over me and just as I got up, she knocked the gun from my hand.

As I recovered from her harsh blow to my wrist, she held up her weight with her arms as she used both of her legs to kick me back.

Because the energy she used contained a lot of power, she rolled forwards until she caught herself on the shelves of the closet.

She flipped her hair back in a dramatic manner as our eyes both locked on the item that sat between us both.

Both equally distant from us, was the pistol.

While I knew she would go for the gun, my eyes wondered just slightly lower to see something practically designated for my current liking.

Because of how the building was built, underneath the closet was a window that I knew led to the rooftop of the neighboring home.

Seeing I had no time to waste, we both took off and as she dove forwards, I ran and leaned back.

Instead of getting the gun like she expected I would, I slid on my side out and through the window while she landed where I was at just seconds ago.

After a few seconds of freefalling in mid-air, I fell onto the hard, concrete floor of the neighbor's patio.

The family quickly dispersed as far as they could from me as I struggled to get up since the rainfall made the ground slippery.

Just then I looked up at the small window I fell out of to see Lindsay leaning out slightly, gun aimed at me.

Seeing she was about to fire, I ducked back under the protection of the concrete perimeter as she fired.

Sad to say instead of hitting me, she hit a man just a few feet from me.

As he collapsed to the floor, a one of the girls screamed as I took the few seconds I had to actually breathe.

I wiped the perspiration from my forehead with my rolled up sleeve as exhaled sharply from my mouth.

Just then, I heard a loud clang to my right.

When I turned to see the source of the sound, I saw Lindsay jump on to the rooftop nearby and was about to jump onto the patio I was on.

Perceiving that, I quickly jumbled to my feet and leaped towards the next house's patio.

Luckily for me, I landed and once I got back up to my feet, I continued running to repeat this process.

Moments later, I soon came up to a large billboard blocking my path.

Seeing this enormous obstacle was stopping my chance of survival, I took a few steps back before sprinting and jumping off of the patio.

As I flew forwards, I used whatever energy I had left in my arms to push myself up and over the sign, only to crash onto the floor below.

I groaned loudly in both pain and annoyance as I heard the pitter-patter of feet splashing in the water not far from me.

Knowing it was Lindsay, I quickly forced myself back to my feet and continued on with my run.

I jumped down from the building's patio to another building's roof below as I then ran and jumped from the building to the next.

Taking the moment to glance back, I saw Kim was about to cross the billboard.

As I did so, I turned around last minute before I clumsily slammed into a weak, metal fence.

Because of my weight and how fast I was going, I rammed it to the floor and tumbled forwards into a puddle of water just before falling off of the roof.

Realizing I landed on someone else's patio, I quickly got to my feet and continued running.

As I heard Lindsay's footsteps draw nearer by the minute, I took a deadly risk.

I jumped off of the patio and though I did indeed make the giant jump from the patio to the next, I flew a few feet further than expected and smashed into the door that led into the inside of the house, knocking it to the floor with me on top.

As I intruded the family's home, a woman screamed while what I assumed was a little girl squealed a high-pitched screech that made my ears ring slightly at the noise.

I then looked up at what the girl was squealing at. In the window above was non-other than Lindsay, gun out and aimed at me and ready to fire.

I quickly took shelter under the dining table as the family ran to the opposite side of the room from which I was at.

Just then, bullets began to shoot through both the table and the window as I quickly crawled from one side to another.

As she took a moment to put a new clip in, I crawled out from under the tabletop and ran out the other exit of the room.

Just before turning the corner, I turned back to see Lindsay fall through the window and onto the table, causing the glass to rain down all over the place.

There was then a long hallway.

As I passed the doorways, I looked down each before I found one that led outside.

With no hesitation what's so ever, I shoved the door open with great strength and ran out it, only to almost run into someone.

My feet hit the pavement of the patio with great vigor as I ran off the patio and onto another.

As I jumped, I fell straight through a fabric canopy used to block the rain beside the door as I fortunately landed correctly on my feet.

Because the amount of rain was starting to brutally increase on my face, I shook my head side to side to get rid of the excess water that continued to build up the more I ran in the rain.

I then came to a halt at the sight of what lied at the end of the patio I was currently on.

If I had jumped over, I would plummet into one of three things… the water of the river, one of the boats in the river, and if I didn't jump far enough… the concrete.

I turned my head 180 degrees to see Lindsay approaching me by the second.

I then looked around one last time to see right below me a rain-roof of a ground-level building's entrance.

Knowing there was no other alternative, I did what was necessary.

I threw myself over the ledge and ended up going through the thin, concrete roof.

I groaned in pain as I removed a piece of the roof that I just so happened to land on and threw it off of me and to the side in frustration.

As I stood up, I then noticed a synthetic police soldier coming towards me.

After getting up and onto my feet, he began to approach me as I grumbled out "Perfect."

I quickly scavenged the area for a weapon, only to find a large crate.

Since it was my only option, I kicked the box, smashing it to pieces.

I then took the largest and heaviest piece of wood and hit the robot with it.

Though he blocked the first, when I threw the second, it hit him in the face only for him to grab it.

He then used both of his hands to push me back into the wall behind me.

There was a loud gasp from a bystander nearby as shook my head, showing I wasn't going to give up this easily after what had happened to me within the last hour.

Once I picked up the wood again, I hit him in the chest and ran into him like I did to Lindsay, sending him backwards and through the railing into the water below.

After taking a second to look at my accomplishment floating in the water as it short-circuited, I looked at my surroundings to see more police troops coming from my left, and from my right, Lindsay with her shiny handgun.

I looked around for an exit route and saw behind me was a staircase.

It would have to do. I sprinted up the stairs and seeing there was only one way to get to the roof, I rolled my neck.

I jumped off of one wall of the building and used my other leg to do the same to the other side.

In less than thirty seconds, I had jumped my way to the top and ran to the ledge overlooking the opposite side of Lindsay and the troops.

I looked down to see the river again except this time, there were more boats.

My eye then caught glimpse of a wire that reached out over the river.

No matter what its purpose was, I fully intended to use it to get back to ground level.

Using the space I had, I got a running start before hurdling forwards.

As I flew, I used my arms to grab ahold of the wire, hoping to be able to stop myself from crashing into one of the boats below.

To my disappointment, I could only hold on for a few moments before the moisture on the cable made me lose my grip, sending me down on top of a boat.

Because the boat was made of better materials, the roof I landed on didn't collapse, but instead made me bounce off and into the middle of a canoe-like boat.

From my rush to get out of the boat, I accidentally tipped the boat over when I stepped on the side to jump onto the nearby dock.

I turned around to see the two people who were previously inside emerge from the water and after apologizing to them, I ran down the dock to again knock over a fisherman.

As I began to ran, I turned for a moment to apologize before sprinting down an alley.

Seeing a search party of soldiers approaching, I ran down the alley and with who I assumed was the owner of the house, hid just on the other side of his door while I peeked out the window just a few feet away.

When I saw the soldier disappear, I thanked him before running in the opposite direction into a thick crowd of people.

Just as I began to cut through the crowd, I heard a beeping noise.

If felt as if it was coming from me. But it couldn't, I left my phone at home.

Just then, I looked down to see my hand glowing.

Because I didn't want to be seen with it with so many people around, I ran around the corner and behind a shop where I was alone.

Assuming that whatever in my hand was indeed a phone, I pressed the big button only to hear a man talk through.

"Hello?"

Because I was feeling paranoid at the moment, I was hesitant to respond back since part of me wanted me to believe it was an illusion.

"Hello?"

Once he spoke again, I finally gathered up enough belief to answer.

"Hello?"

"It's Eddie."

"I don't know any Eddie."

"Dang it! You said this might happen. Look, find a piece of glass."

Find a piece of glass- How is that going to do anything?

Probably assuming I wasn't listening to him, he then told me in a louder voice "Do it now, hurry."

Obeying his orders, I exited the alley and found the window of a store.

After informing him I had found a glass pane, he then informed me to put my hand to it.

Though I was hesitant, I slowly did as I was told and just as I did so, a face popped up onto the screen.

A large, young fellow popped up on the screen.

He had short, shaved down black hair while his skin was a dark shaded color.

Just then, he spoke. "They really did a number on you, didn't they?"

"Who the heck are you?"

"You honestly don't remember any of it, do you?"

"No, no I don't… How do you know me?"

"We worked at federal intel together. Look, there isn't much time. You said to me that if you ever pop back up on the grid, I was to phone this number."

"The grid?"

"Your phone, it's been reactivated. How do you think they've been tracking you? Now look, you asked me to give you a message, so I'm giving it to you. Get the key."

"Get the key? What is the key? W-where is it?"

"You said you'd know-"

"Well I don't so tell me what it is!"

"Look, I know we were close, but this is getting too dangerous. If they find out I've contacted you, I'll be-"

"Ok, just-just tell me what's going on. Who am I?"

"I'm sorry, there isn't any time. If I were you, I'd get rid of that phone…now."

"How can I get rid of the phone? It's in my hand! How am I- Wait!"

Just then, before I could get an answer, the visual disappeared.

I tapped my hand to the glass a few times, hoping it would reappear, but after nothing happened, I removed my hand and ran my other hand through my hair in frustration.

Just then, I heard my phone beep again as I looked up at the glass window.

Where the live video previously was, now read in bold red letters New Message.

I attached my hand to the glass again and a building's name with a number popped up.

It read First Bank along with the number 10549 below it.

Once I mentally repeated the info to myself a few times so I could remember, I removed my hand to take a look at the area I was in.

Behind me, a group of young teens stood, observing me.

I then remembered about what Eddie told me.

That in mind, I looked around until something caught my eye.

On one of the stairs that led to a house, was an empty beer bottle.

Taking my chances, I decided to listen to Eddie's advice.

I walked over to the bottle, smashed it against the ground, and then took a piece as I took seat on one of the steps.

With a shaky breath, I inhaled deeply before stabbing the glass into the side of my palm, cutting open an inch-wide slit on it.

Ignoring the burning sensation in my hand, I reached my hand in and grabbed the hard, thin piece of metal my fingertip came in contact with.

Slowly but surely, I pulled the device out and into the palm of my other hand as I studied it.

One of the teen who were eyeballing me before then spoke aloud "Whoa. What is that? Where can I get one?"

After glaring at his teenage stupidity, I ignored it as I remembered, even I had those stupid moments when I was that age.

Since I decided it was best I leave anyways, I chucked it to him, telling him "Here." as I walk out onto the main pathway, only do disappear into the crowd seconds later.

Lindsay's POV

I can't believe I lost him.

He has no clue who he is, and yet he beats you at your own game.

This is just great.

After searching the area from the building I was standing on top of, I breathed angrily in defeat as I made my way to the ground floor.

When I did, I soon came across a synthetic and ordered "Track him. I want him found, now."

With a quick nod of the head, he looked to his wrist and pulled up a hologram map of the area.

As he went to find him, I used my phone and called the second man in command and ordered him to meet at the robot's location.

After rounding up his men nearby, he met up with me as we all went over to the synthetic's location.

I stood back as I observed the scene before me.

The robot was now standing before one of the teens sitting on the stairs.

He reached out, grabbed his hand, and turned it over, palm-side up, then opened his hand to reveal what I confirmed to be a hand-phone.

Since only specific people had those and since we were tracking Austin's phone, I knew for a fact it had to be his.

The robot squeezed his wrist tightly until he literally whimpered, dropping the phone to the ground.

The second he let go, he gripped his wrist tightly in soreness as the robot picked up the phone.

He brought the object to his face, the teen yelled at him.

"Hey Robo-jerk, that's mine!"

After hearing the young delinquent's words, the team captain gave the signal the signal to the soldiers to aim their guns at the suspect, most likely to intimidate him.

As I suspected, his eyes widened in fear as he fell backwards on his butt onto the steps leading to the building behind him.

The Commander of the group then came up to me after grabbing something from the synthetic.

He immediately turned to face me as he told me to my dissatisfaction "Brewer must've known we'd be tracking it."

He then dangled the gadget in the air before me, stained with blood as my eyes narrowed.

"How in the hell would he have known that?" I asked, venom sinking into my voice as he shrugged.

I then turned around in frustration, desperately looking around with any last hope I had for finding him at the moment as felt my phone going off.

Knowing it wasn't going to be good, I muttered out "Oh, joy." in sarcasm before walking up to a car in front of me.

Once I put my hand on the passenger-side window, a familiar face popped up.

"He made you look like a fool."

I bit my lip at the sentence he spoke as I held back my anger towards the foreign man and obeyed him.

Considering he was my boss, it would just make things worse.

"He'd had major tactical training sir, I wasn't made aware of that."

"How the hell did he get re-activated?"

"An agent in place told me he'd gone to Rekall. I sent a team in, but his memory implant had been blown just before they could get to him. He's clearly regaining some memory fragments and I'm about fifteen minutes behind him."

"No lethal force. I want him alive, do you understand?"

"Who the heck is this guy sir?"

Just then, I could see the hesitation on his face as he said nothing.

I then heard him exhale in submission as he then told me "Take me off display." referring to the visual on the window.

After taking my hand of, I placed it to my ear as I told him "Line is secure."

Just then, he began a brief explanation of who he was.

As he told me more and more, I could practically feel my heart rate rise in fury as I yelled into the phone "What?!"

He then told me even more unpleasant information before I yelled loud enough to catch the attention of all the police soldiers around me.

"Are you freakin' kidding me?!"

As I turned to the men, I signaled them to turn around as I yelled into the phone again "Why is he still alive?"

Once the men all turned around, I faced the opposite direction again as sighed in obedience once he told me my orders.

Knowing I had lost this battle, I muttered into the phone "Yes, sir." before hanging up.

Immediately after the call ended, I turned to the second in command I was talking to moments ago and told him "We kill him on sight."

He then protested back as I made my way to the teen I was with before.

"But the Chancellor said-"

"I'm sorry, say again?" I counteracted, interrupting him as shot daggers at him.

I know he heard the Chancellor since he was one of the few who are allowed to hear such conversations being such a higher rank than most, but in the field, he is not the one in control.

In that moment, he instantaneously shut up and murmured "Sorry ma'am."

"The Chancellor's not here and believe me, if that target's given even half a chance, he'll end us. If you see him, shoot to kill. Is that understood?"

With a quick nod from him, I turned back around, diverting my brazen eyes to a specific someone as I walked over to the teen I was watching before.

As I drew near him, I could hear him arguing with one of my men.

"I keep telling you, that's my phone. The guy gave it to me, I swear, so it's my property now."

I then came up to him, breaking up the argument as I asked him "Where was he headed?"

He then looked me up and down in a debauched manner as he responded back coyly "Who?"

This guy is a joke, he was just getting me nowhere.

I rolled my eyes as I calmly clarified what I meant to him.

"The man who gave that to you."

"Lady, do I look like a psychic? How the heck do I know? All I'm saying is that my phone is my personal property now. I know my rights, so you all can just-"

Finally, when I was officially done playing games with this reprobate oddity, I punched him in the neck, causing him to double over as he put a hand to his throat.

He then collapsed onto one of the steps under him as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

With him being in his pathetic state, I leaned forwards closer to him as I whispered, narrowing my eyes at him as I informed him "When you've got your breath back, you're gonna tell me everything that man said to you, starting from the beginning."

He then asked through his lack of air with a raspy, forced out voice "Who- who are you?"

With a smirk, I then told him "I'm his wife."