Next time Omer is facing away from you, climb on to the bumper. Put your back to the wall and lift your feet onto the rear bumper. He will be looking for your feet. It is your only chance.
The whistling and footsteps became louder. Ever so slowly, Roen moved into a crouching position and lifted one leg on the rear bumper of the van. It shifted under his weight but did not make any noise. He leaned his back to the wall and lifted his other leg. Immediately, his legs burned from the strain. He groaned and bit his lip. His thighs and calves began to stiffen and ache.
“I can’t hold myself up much longer.”
Focus through the pain! Steady your breathing.
“Holy crap! My quads, burning like the heat of a thousand suns…”
Take long breaths. Relax your upper body.
There were sounds of another set of footsteps approaching. “Hey, what’s going on here? Someone reported loud noises. Has there been an accident, sir? Oh my…”
There was another loud bang and a short painful cry. Roen squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. This couldn’t be happening! Time slowed and he could hear the rapid beating of his heart.
After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps and whistling faded, replaced by the sound of sirens. With a loud gasp, Roen fell to the floor and held his legs gingerly. They were cramped and he was barely able to stand. He leaned against the wall and rested for a few moments. “He just killed someone! What did he mean by helping me?”
I will explain later. The police will be here any moment. You have to get away. Head north and take the stairs at the far end.
“My car…”
Forget your car. It has already been compromised. Run!
“I am not leaving my car here. Do you know how much they charge to keep it here overnight?”
We will deal with that later. Would you rather pay the extra charge or die?
Tao had a point. A cacophony of sirens was playing directly over his head. There would be a lot of questions if they found him here. Roen ran as fast as he could, reaching the stairs and finally reaching Randolph Street. It was packed with people passing through to a concert just down the block. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.
Act casual, call a cab.
Roen waved one down and was soon on his way home. “What is going on, Tao? You never said anything about enemies! Are they Quasing too?”
The Genjix are our enemy. I apologize for not speaking of this earlier. I thought it best to tell you about them at a later time. They must have been tracking you. But yes, they are Quasing as well.
“Why are you fighting? Aren’t you all trying to get home?”
Starting from the period you refer to as the Dark Ages, our kind split over philosophical differences in our handling of the humans. Some believed that humans were too unfocused and primitive, and needed conflict as a means for technological evolution. Others wanted to guide humanity toward a more peaceful direction. Eventually, the philosophical rift became too large and we split into two factions, choosing to pursue our means through different methods. The Genjix felt that if we were not with them, we were against them.
“And this was a piece of information you thought I could be told at a later time?”
That is not the last you will see of them. We have to ready you for our war, your war now. We have to prepare you for what lies ahead.
“Are you kidding? Do I look like someone prepared to fight? I just got my ass handed to me by a guy who gets a senior discount at The Pancake House.”
We are going to teach you everything you need to know to survive. Like it or not, you are now a soldier. You must learn the craft of war. Most importantly, you must realize that you are fighting for humanity’s freedom as well. If the Genjix succeed, humanity will become embroiled in an endless cycle of conflicts.
“Well, what if I don’t want to fight your war? If I wanted to risk my life, I would’ve joined the army. I have a very low pain threshold. I’m an active coward for very specific reasons.”
I am sorry, Roen. I know it is not a choice you wished to make, but that choice is no longer yours. I am here and cannot leave until your death. I did not mean to thrust this upon you, but our fates are now intertwined.
Roen buried his head into his hands for several minutes. Finally, he felt brave enough to look up. “What do we do now?”
Go home and get some rest.
Omer hid behind several trees in Millennium Park and watched as the police lights lit up the streets. He took note of every car that pulled out of the garage exit. None of them was a white car. Tao wouldn’t be that stupid. There were too many exits to cover though.
He shook his head as he lit a cigarette and walked away from the crime scene. It would have to do. Omer had done his job and identified Tao. Obviously, the boy was untrained, or an old agent such as himself wouldn’t have had such an easy time.
Omer exhaled and slowed his heart rate. He had not tasted close combat in a long time. It was too bad his orders were to take the target alive. Otherwise, Omer was sure he could have killed the new vessel even if his eyes weren’t what they used to be.
He’d have to report back as soon as possible, while the description of this host was fresh in his memory, which meant it would likely be a few more hours before he got home. No matter, the plans tonight had already been wasted anyhow. This was now his priority. He knew Chiaolar was already displeased for letting the prey escape. Omer had been a faithful vessel since he was a young man and had no intention of risking his standing.
“Forgive me, Chiaolar.”
Your failure has already been noted. Contact the kill team at once.
“As you command, Holy One.”
Omer took the long route back to his car to avoid the heavy police presence. He opened the door and stared at the bouquet of flowers lying in the passenger seat. His wife would understand. He had more important matters to attend to.
CHAPTER EIGHT: TRAINING
The music started playing.
Please, not again. Roen, wake up.
Roen turned over and mumbled something incomprehensible, pulling the blanket over his face. Taking control of the body, Tao pulled the blanket off and exposed his ears to the full blast of the radio. Roen groaned and grasped for any sort of cover.
Roen, time to train. Get. Up.
Yawning, Roen rolled over and buried his head back into the pillow. “Training for what? God, it’s early. What time is it?”
Five.
Roen paused, lifted his head, and blinked at the clock. “Why is my alarm set for 5am?”
I set it while you were asleep. Today is your first day of training. The next time you get assaulted by a senior citizen, I want you to have a fighting chance.
“What do you mean you set my alarm? How?”
We will get to that another time. Right now, you have more important tasks at hand.
“Why are you able to read my thoughts, but I can’t read yours? That’s hardly fair.”
If life was fair, you would already be Special Ops, and I would not have to waste time dragging you out of bed. Now, time for a jog.
“Then, why bother talking to me? Can’t you just read my mind?”
The human brain works like a computer. I can extract the information out of you, but it takes some time and much effort. It is faster if we communicate directly.
Roen sighed, shut off the alarm, dragged himself to the bathroom, and brushed his teeth.