Monday, August 14, 2017
Chapter 29: Crazy
"You're crazy!", accused Misty. "There's no way that psychopath is just going to let us walk away!"
Jack's eyebrows twisted and then, a moment later, untwisted.
"Yes", he said with a gleam in his eye, "that's exactly what he's going to do."
The three, sat, leaning on their rifles, and conversing idly amid the rubble that was once the protected maximum security level of Seebeck Tower.
Pools of potent-smelling green mind control liquid dotted the floor, dripping from the cracked and broken remains of their storage vats.
Misty and Jack nibbled away at fresh doughnuts they'd found on a series of rolling bakers' racks. Wendell, however, turned the snack down.
"Well, now I know En must be real." Misty joked, being lighter-hearted now than in several days since she'd thought Howell ended life as a human sacrifice.
"How's that?" asked Jack, surprised.
"It'd take quite a miracle to make Wendell lose his appetite!"
The two laughed, but Wendell only shook his head.
"You sure about that, Jack? That deal about Seebeck letting us go?" he said, changing the subject.
"Of course. This goo is some powerful stuff, but it must wear off pretty quick. They have to re-dose the army every morning, so they're only a couple of hours short of missing their medication. I'm guessing a day, maybe two tops, and this place is gonna be filled with a couple thousand former slaves, angry and armed, and all after Seebeck and his goons."
He shot a glance at Misty and continued. "Is he going to let us walk away? Oh, yes. The only question is, are we going to let him walk away?"