[“Ok ok, you’ve got me too interested to mess this up. Also, if you haven’t already noticed, I’m pretty screwed. If he finds out what has happened to me, him and that Doctor are going to pick me apart until they know how to copy me and make a useful weapon out of me. This whole cluster fuck with the factions is going to be the end of us all.”
“Factions? What factions?”]
“Well here’s a how you can trust me. The USEG is going to pull away from the government entirely and the biggest coup d'état known to this world is going to happen. We’re talking waaay bigger things than that whole war on terrorism fluke caused. These are the people that guard every valuable resource this nation has. Reaver is pretty much at the center of this and is poised to be the first dictator of the territory formerly known as the United States of America. All he needs is his human weapon to make it happen. That’s why he’s chasing yo- us all down to get to some one damn-near-supreme weapons grade mofo floating around out there.
So, I’ve just committed a cardinal sin in telling you that and I’m as good as dead if Reaver ever finds out. YOU had better start trusting me.”
Daniel’s face looses any form of lightheartedness and is very stern by the time he completes his sentence. He is practically starring a hole through the side of Carl’s head.
“Well that just changed the urgency of our situation. We’ve really got to get to LA. My brother is what Reaver is looking for, and if he gets to him first we’re screwed or my brother’s dead. Either outcome is not one that I want to have to endure.”
Daniels relaxes back into his seat for a moment starring bleakly out onto the road as he exhales his words.
“God, I thought all that human weapon crap was a bunch of BS. I really don’t think I’d enjoy living in this country under Reaver’s control. Whatever help you need from me you’ve got it man.”
“The biggest problem is that he doesn’t even know how dangerous he can be. None of us do”
Monday 4-21-2008
The sound of an alarm clock quickly begins to fade in to become a near echoing ringing as the digital alarm clock on Nic’s bedside table is signaling him that it is 6:30 am and time to get up and go to school. He tussles and turns over in the sheet while allowing one arm to extend and lay a hand on the top of the alarm clock depressing the snooze button. He pulls his arm back into the warm shelter of the sheet and burrows his face back into the pillow. His eyes shut and reopen to the sound of the alarm clock again reminding him of the time and that he must finally rise from his slumber. Slowly but surely, his arm creeps out of the sheet and comes to rest on the alarm clock once again. Only this time his fingers lazily find the switch and flick off the alarm. Shortly after, a leg protrudes and Nic commits to the slow procession of waking up and crawling out of bed.
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