Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Shit, my mind is blank. Umm… I have nothing. For five minutes, I troll my brain, until finally it hits me. I’m looking for him. Stace. Shit, I mean Mac. I’m looking for Mac. Yeah, if someone asks me I am simply looking for Mac. He told me he was going to fix something and I came here looking for him. It’s simple, and most importantly, believable. I tentatively open the door and peer in. The room is dark and the sound of the engines is loud and churning. It’s huge with machines everywhere and doorways that lead into rooms. Okay, what am I looking for? I walk along the huge corridor as I search for what I need. I get to a room and I open the door and find desks with computers on each one. My eyes widen. Shit, do these have Internet? I close the door sit down and look at the computer in front of me. It’s got red lines in swirls on it. What the hell does that mean? I go to the next computer and it has a graph of some sort on it. The third has something else with all colors and swirls. Hmm, if I hit one of the keys, will an alarm go off?
I think for a moment. This could be freedom, but do I really want to ruin the plans I have to be saved?
I’m saving myself, remember?
I decide to stick to my original plan and go back out into the main area. I see a sign ‘Tools’ above a doorway.
Yes.
I walk into the large room and close the door behind me. I walk along the aisles as I search for what I need. I pull out the top draw… nothing.
The second drawer slides out and I smile broadly.
Bingo.
I pick up the long, pointed screwdriver, and then look at the other ones next to it. I grab another two and put them down my pants. I keep opening the drawers until I find a long blade. I hold it up and smile.
Here you are, baby. Come to Momma.
* * *
I sit in my office and go through the last of the maintenance reports. It’s just gone dark and I have been here all day. Shit, I have a lot to do this week. It’s overwhelming, to be honest. The rotators need replacing and the bearings are all on their way out. I have six choppers coming in and I have to go through the keys and make sure they are all here. I can’t stand another fuck up like the last pick up. I looked so incompetent. My mind goes to Stucco and the hiding I gave him the other night. I didn’t want to stop, and if I didn’t want to blow it, I wouldn’t have. It’s no wonder he wants to kill me. One thing is playing on my mind though… the gun vault thing. She mentioned the gun vault, which would mean she really did hear him say he wanted to get into it. He may be serious this time. Who knows? A broad smile crosses my face as I recall Rosh kicking the weak prick’s ass in the corridor. Even she can beat him. An unfamiliar emotion runs through me when I think of Rosh. I get a vision of her on me laughing out loud and carefree… of us kissing. I’ve been let down by a lot of people in my life and I couldn’t have cared less.
This one is different.
I’m waiting for the last of the office staff to leave their stations in the control tower so I can ring Chris, my contact on dry land.
“You want me to do anything else before I go?” Jack asks.
I smile. “No, mate, you go. I got another hours work to get through here.”
“Okay, catch you later.” He packs up his desk and I wait for him to walk down the stairs. I flick through my diary until I get to the phone number disguised as a product order key and I dial the number.
Ring, ring. I wait. Come on pick up, pick up. Ring, ring.
“Hello,” the happy voice calls.
An instant smile crosses my face. “Yo, Chris.”
“Hey,” he calls excitedly. “Stace, man. Where you been, bro?”
I laugh out loud. “Missing you, you ugly prick.” I swing my chair from side to side. It’s good to hear his voice. Chris was my best friend all through school, and even now as I live in an ulterior universe to him, he is still my best friend. He works for the United States Government and has contacts everywhere. A diplomat, no less.
“Hey. I got big news.”
I smile. “Yeah, what’s that?”
“I’m getting married.”
“What? No way?” I laugh. “Tell Elsa deepest condolences.”
“She’s the luckiest bitch on Earth to get to bang me for life.” I can hear the happiness in his voice.