Fired

Plan changed

It was 11 and it was late. Sam sat there on his couch with the killer transport in his hand. He had packed his bag with everything he needed, including waffles.

Sam stared at the glittering small stone on top of the killer transport. Sam just wished he had someone to guide him how to use this thing.

Sam decided that it was about time he learnt it.

He got up from his couch with the killer transport in his hands and went into his bedroom and aimed the tip at his pillow. There was no button whatsoever in on it. He just aimed it and said,"fire"

And a blue flash and the pillow exploded, scattering flying cotton everywhere. Sam stared at the device,alert. He didn't know what it could do to a human and he didn't even want to know. Sam kept the killer transport on the chair beside his table and crashed on his bed and took the laptop from the table and looked at the pictures of him and his sister , he had some pictures with his parents too. His mother had given it to him just before they had arrived at New Jersey.

All those memories brought smile on his face. Filled his eyes with tears. Nothing could be the same again. He had lost his childhood. He lost his mother. His father wasn't there to teach him how to shave, to help him with his homework, see him graduating high school, see him going to college. He couldn't have a life. He was realising it now. What good was anything , even if he saved the world from an evil person like Ronald. There will be more. And even if he succeeded, what next? Everything won't be just normal. All he wished for when he was young , was to give all the happiness to his parents. Live with them. Share everything with them. He could have another sibling now. And Marie, she was the one to help him in his darkest moment. Now, she is not there for him, or , he is not there for her.

"AND EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF RONALD!", screamed Sam suddenly.

And then all of a sudden , his phone ringed. Sam was definitely alarmed by this because, there was no one who would call him. He had no friends and no relatives. And admist the confusion he picked up the unknown call.

"Hey who's this?",asked Sam

"Oh Sammy!",said a voice

"Bolan?"

"Oh yes boy!",said Bolan

"How did you get my number?", Sam asked

"Well I had one of my men do this work for me, well, that's not the point of our conversation, I called you to inform you that the flight is cancelled",said Bolan

"What?! We are not going to New Jersey?!"

"We are! In a private jet! Convincing?",said Bolan

"You have a private jet?", asked Sam ,with his mouth open

"Well...not me....the friend who is going to help us. He has one, so tomorrow I am gonna pick you up and we will go there. Timing remains the same."

"Okay Bolan...but you don't know my address I think"

"Oh no worries, I had one of my men do that for me.",said Bolan.

"Okay then Bolan,see you tomorrow"

"See ya Sammy, night!",said Bolan and cut the call.

Sam stared at his phone and smirked. Atleast there was one person he could trust.

But still, he could never be totally honest with him. He could never share his secret.

And thinking that , he smashed his head on the other pillow and went into a deep sleep.

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"Mr. Ronald? Are you still working?", asked Patrick in the darkness, with a torch in his hand .

"Oh yes Patrick, I am...I am done with my work here, it's late, I should probably get going",said Ronald

"And sir you called me here...it's late, I thought it was something important."

"It is, Patrick",said Ronald smiling.

"What Dr. Ronald?"

"Bring subject 0133 in the testing room"

"Okay sir...that is Mark Lane", said Patrick, looking at the tab.

"I will go up and prepare the room. I want you to go and fetch him".

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"This is subject 0331, sir",said Patrick holding a young man , who looked like he had been drugged.

"Now you may leave,Patrick, I can take it up from here, thank you",said Ronald .

Patrick nodded and left.

Ronald looked at the Mark and said.

"This is my 22nd try. I am going to get this to work."

And then he opened the kit and took out an injection and the injected the subject. And Mark fainted.

Ronald took the sagging Mark to the bed in the corner and looked at him and checked his heart rate in the monitor after a few minutes and smiled and said ,"Congratulations. It worked. You survived".