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"Are you as smart with computers as your father?"
"Yes."
"The organization I work for wants you to bypass your father's security systems and plant viruses that completely destroy electronics. Then we can begin our doomsday preparations."
I paused for a moment, letting it all sink in. Then all of a sudden, though it was very out of the mood, I started laughing. Maybe it was because I was a nervous wreck inside, or that I was trying to have my last laugh before I die. Jason turned his head at me in a look of surprise.
"What are you laughing at?" a hint of annoyance was in his voice.
"That seems kinda dark for a person like you. You don't look like an evil criminal master mind." I got out after laughing before starting up my laughter again.
He gave me a strange look before going back to his bomb infested desk. I realized then that I was still handcuffed. That irked me.
"Aren't you going to unlock me?"
Jason turned his head to look at me.
"I'm not going to go anywhere since I'll be blown to pieces if I do." I reasoned.
I guess Jason found security in his explosive watch and unlocked me before returning to bomb making. Since the bomb strapped to my wrist doubled as a real watch I looked at its face. It was eight at night. Since I couldn't run, nor was there anything for me to do in the room I figured that I should just go to sleep—nothing to do except wait for my death. After they use me they'll probably kill me. I might as well live the next day as if it was my last, which it probably was.
As soon as she started laughing Jason was puzzled by her. It was a very strange thing for her to giggle at a time like that. Jason rarely laughed anymore or smiled. Back before he had gotten into the Red Armageddon he and his brother Alex were regular boys. Before their parents passed away Alex was a good kid. He was a good older brother.
That was when their parents were still alive. When Jason was only six and Alex was eight they were put into foster care. That was when Alex changed. Alex wasn't mean to Jason, but he turned into a little trouble maker. When they got older, Jason was dragged in and they both got involved with the Red Armageddon. They were all about the end of the world. Jason figured that it didn't matter what he did.
He was going to die eventually. The Red Armageddon sped it up for everyone. Why did people care about dying anyway? If it happens to everyone, why were they afraid? Jason McCann was not afraid of dying.
Deep down inside, Jason felt guilty for punching a girl—especially Carmen who looked so innocent. As he built another small hand grenade he checked over his shoulder for Carmen. She was passed out under the covers of her bed. The covers were pulled up to her chin, and her fiery hair framed her face. He noticed a huge bruise on her forehead from his fist colliding with her head. It was dark, and really stood out.
Carmen couldn't have not felt it. Jason finished his fourth bomb of the night and got out a road map. He laid the book out on the table. From New York, he drove all the way to the middle of Kentucky. Tomorrow's goal was to get all the way to Kansas. Jason began planning his route, circling with a pencil which ramps to take. Late into the night, he worked until he dozed at the desk and stayed there.