Exploits of a Midnight Traveler (Part 15)

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I laid back onto the table and shivered as my bare legs grazed the cold metal. Taking a deep breath, I stared up into the darkness of the ceiling above, trying to ignore the tube above my head. And then it shuddered into motion with an ominous thunk, moving from the left to the right side of the table before coming back to rest in the center, just an arm’s length above my head.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re looking for?” I asked, as the doctor focused his vision on a screen with its back to me.

He looked over to me and opened his mouth as if to say something and then shook his head.

“Probably better for you if I didn’t,” he said, tapping away at a keyboard on the control panel.

The tube moved over my head and whirred softly as it began its slow descent down the rest of my body. All I could do was try to slow my breaths as I searched for a handle on the situation. Once it had reached my feet, the mechanism swept back over my head and clicked off.

For a few moments, nothing happened and I looked over to the doctor to see him staring at the monitor with his mouth hanging open. Slowly, he began to smile and nod his head.

“Yes,” he whispered softly.

“What did you find?” I asked, jumping down from the table to grab my pants.

“Hmmm?” the doctor asked, glancing over at me as though he’d forgotten I was in the room.   He made eye contact with me and sighed. “She … remembered. She remembered what I taught her. Even though she knew the risks.”

“What is in me?” I asked, pointing to my own stomach as I tightened my belt. “What did she do to me?”

The doctor looked back at the monitor once more before turning it off and shaking his head.

“A breakthrough,” he said, standing up with a wince of pain as he rubbed a spot on the small of his back. “A miracle in the right hands or a weapon in the wrong ones. We really do need to keep you safe, young man, until we can get that out of you safely.”

“Doctor,” Genevieve’s voice rang out as she sprinted into the room. “We’ve got a problem.”

She stopped when she saw me standing there.

“Does he have it?” she asked.

The doctor nodded once.

Genevieve sighed and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling.

“Well, at least we know where it is,” she said, popping a stick of gum into her mouth and biting down on it furiously. “Stay close to me, kid. Keeping you alive just became my new mission in life.”

I began to argue with her, but was silenced by her upturned palm.

“What is it?” the doctor asked, following her as she turned on her heels and led us out of the warehouse.

Instead of answering, she picked up a tablet from where it had been laying against the wall and tapped the screen.


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