(11.3) Distractions

Chapter 11, Part 3

“Angel?!” I all but yelled as I yanked her inside. “Before I ask what the hell you’re doing here, how the hell did you find me?”

“After I saw you at the accident, I flagged your name in our database.” She said, removing her arm from my grasp. “What were you doing following my team?”

“Your team?! Those killing machines work for you?”

“It wasn’t my idea buddy, I follow orders just like you.”

“Okay, hold on,” I said, trying to calm down. “Let’s start this over. I thought you were just a lackey. What are you doing running a team?”

“Well, after I left your place, I reported back in. Benji knew that I had been wanting to get out of the field so he pulled some strings for me. He sprung what was going to happen on me on the drive to the scene, telling me that any recruits we got today were going to be put under me.”

“Okay, so do you mind explaining what you did to me?”

“Well, I couldn’t have you spoiling my promotion now could I?” She said. “So I put you and the rest of the survivors to sleep.”

I tried to process that before continuing my questioning, failed horribly and decided it best to just press on. “Okay, so why did you kill Tom?”

“Who’s Tom?”

“Three-Eyed Tom? The guy who was spying on you during your briefing.”

“THAT was Three-Eye?! That’s fantastic! Are you sure he’s dead?”

“Well, I kicked him and he didn’t move. Also his eyes were gone.”

“You didn’t check his pulse James?” She said, a hint of anger tainting her voice.

“Angel, when was that last time you checked your pulse? Just cause he looked human most of the time was no reason for me to think that he had one to begin with. And, oh yeah! I just saw my spawn KILL SOMEONE WITH A STARE. I wasn’t actually thinking too clearly. Which by the way, you still haven’t told me how you did that.”

“Well, I’m a telepath James, I thought I told you.” She said.

I was about to release a torrent of swear words when she started talking again.

“Actually that’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Ever since you bit me, my senses have gone through the roof. Just today, I smelled rotting food and realized someone had dropped a cracker in the briefing room. I was able to hear two, maybe even three people having sex through two feet of concrete. The worst thing, is that I’ve started reading people’s minds without trying.

“I’ve tried everything I can think of to get it to stop, but all I can do is drink until everything blurs. I haven’t been this frustrated since I started going through puberty. Do you know how to make it- Ew! James! How could you think of something like that? That’s disgusting!”

I looked up from her chest then.

“I’m sorry, what?”