Exploits of a Midnight Traveler (Part 29)

Screen Shot 2016-04-22 at 1.55.35 AM.pngI grabbed the keys and looked into the darkness. The mysterious figure adjusted his position, then I saw his face.

It was Not-quite-Mercedes.

“You were … how did you get here?” I asked. The last time I saw him, a piece of glass had ripped open his throat.

“I work for the good side … we work for the good side,” said Not-quite-Mercedes.

“You work for the Senator.”

“We close deals,” he said. “We pay the price of freedom. We are raised for one purpose. Both sides have had cloning technology for sixty years. All the great patsies of modern times have been poorly constructed clones. Lee Harvey Oswald was the Russian prototype. Your girlfriend Lila was one.”

“A clone?”

“She blended into society pretty well but even she understood we are bred for one purpose,” he said, pausing to swallow and look into my eyes. “We are in a war that goes far deeper than the Russians.”

I shook my head. “Why?”

“Come back to New York and you’ll be told everything. Do you still have the nanotechnology injected in you?”



“What do we do now?”

“I have a mission to complete. We have to blow up the facility.”


“We are sitting over a cloning facility. It’s time to end this illicit line. The shit batch is made here. Slimy Euro quality crap if you ask me. Your girlfriend and your saviors in Zurich were all made here. Lila was working the other side, but we turned her as a double agent when she hit the States. She agreed to transport the nanotechnology back to us. It took four operatives to seize and transport that technology from Moscow to Zurich.”


“She wanted out of the game. She only wanted to be left alone to live life with you. Instead, she injected it to you.”

“How do you know all this?

He tapped his ear. “Nothing we say goes unheard. A comm link is implanted. Welcome to the future.”

“What now?” I asked. There was a sudden sound of the Russians closing in.

Not-quite-Mercedes put his finger to his mouth and shushed me. He peered over the window and looked down. “Time to make a choice. Do you want to be American?”

“I am American.”

He raised his eyebrows and then turned to shoot out the window. The gunfight was over in eight seconds. He was born to kill.

“Come. It’s the sub-level access door is over here.” I followed him not knowing if he could be trusted. The last time I was with his clone, it didn’t end so well.



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