the hateful pigs expose themselves. This
is...’ Her voice trailed off as she did not wish to give him too much
information, especially when he had now outgrown all usefulness to her. ‘I’m
through with this,’ she hastily added, changing tack.
As she turned towards the door, Adam
stood and stopped her by firmly grabbing her wrist.
‘At least give me a reason,’ he said. ‘I
may have fucked up, but I was never the only one with secrets. We both
benefitted from this arrangement. At least tell me who you are. What is your
name – your real name?’
She cast her eyes downward.
‘I can’t – it’s too dangerous.’
‘Dangerous for who – are you wanted by
the police?’
‘No – the people who are after me are
much worse than the police.’
He let go of her wrist.
‘What did you do?’
She took a deep, calming breath. She did
not have to tell him anything, but she felt she owed him something, at least.
‘Have you heard of the Manhattan
project?’
‘Of course; it was the name given to
America’s nuclear programme during the Second World War. It eventually led to
the bombs that were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You’re not seriously telling
me you had anything to do with that, are you? That’s before even our
grandparent’s time.’
‘You’re right; it was long before my
time. What I was working on was no less secretive though and infinitely more
dangerous. You’ll have to trust me when I say that the comparison is apt. I
can’t let them find me.’
‘Let who find you? Are you talking
about the Government?’
‘I’m talking about every government and a whole load of others besides. There’re things in this world
you don’t want to know about. Things that make a nuclear warhead seem like a
cherry bomb in comparison. If I say any more, they’ll kill you. Whoever comes
calling – and somebody will come calling - just tell them everything you know
about me and hope it’s enough for them to leave you alone.’
He searched her eyes for any clue as to
what her real identity could be. He found none.
‘But I don’t know anything about you.’
‘Exactly.’
Chapter 9
Jimmy kept up his bedside vigil as often
as his military guardians would allow. Between the interrogations and tests of
his abilities this was not nearly as often as he would have liked. The colonel
was obsessed with the idea of being able to control his psychic ability. He
wanted Jimmy to focus on Emmy Rayne as much as possible, believing the boy’s
intuition would eventually lead them to her.
There was some truth to this method. In
the past he had been able to avert many disasters by focusing all of his energy
on a desire to do good deeds. Could the same approach help him to find a particular
individual? He believed that in time it would, but patience did not rank high
on the military’s agenda. They wanted results and they wanted them quickly.
His mother still failed to respond to his
presence. The doctors watching over her had explained that due to the amount of
sedative she was being given, it was all but impossible for her to respond to
any outside stimulus. Still, Jimmy refused to give up. He thought that if he
just kept trying, one day she would wake up and she would be well again.
With all of the power he possessed he did
not understand how it could be of no use to him when he needed it the most. Why
he could not use it to help those he loved. It was only when he finally began
to realise there was nothing he could do to help his mother that it became
obvious to him there was only one who could.
The colonel had been right all along.
Jimmy needed to find Emmy Rayne. If she
really had caused this mess then it made sense that she was the only one who
could fix it. Finding her had to be his number one goal, even if it meant
breaking a promise. A promise he had made when at his lowest ebb, to a person who
had saved his life.
***
Her priority was to get out of town as
quickly as possible.
is...’ Her voice trailed off as she did not wish to give him too much
information, especially when he had now outgrown all usefulness to her. ‘I’m
through with this,’ she hastily added, changing tack.
As she turned towards the door, Adam
stood and stopped her by firmly grabbing her wrist.
‘At least give me a reason,’ he said. ‘I
may have fucked up, but I was never the only one with secrets. We both
benefitted from this arrangement. At least tell me who you are. What is your
name – your real name?’
She cast her eyes downward.
‘I can’t – it’s too dangerous.’
‘Dangerous for who – are you wanted by
the police?’
‘No – the people who are after me are
much worse than the police.’
He let go of her wrist.
‘What did you do?’
She took a deep, calming breath. She did
not have to tell him anything, but she felt she owed him something, at least.
‘Have you heard of the Manhattan
project?’
‘Of course; it was the name given to
America’s nuclear programme during the Second World War. It eventually led to
the bombs that were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You’re not seriously telling
me you had anything to do with that, are you? That’s before even our
grandparent’s time.’
‘You’re right; it was long before my
time. What I was working on was no less secretive though and infinitely more
dangerous. You’ll have to trust me when I say that the comparison is apt. I
can’t let them find me.’
‘Let who find you? Are you talking
about the Government?’
‘I’m talking about every government and a whole load of others besides. There’re things in this world
you don’t want to know about. Things that make a nuclear warhead seem like a
cherry bomb in comparison. If I say any more, they’ll kill you. Whoever comes
calling – and somebody will come calling - just tell them everything you know
about me and hope it’s enough for them to leave you alone.’
He searched her eyes for any clue as to
what her real identity could be. He found none.
‘But I don’t know anything about you.’
‘Exactly.’
Chapter 9
Jimmy kept up his bedside vigil as often
as his military guardians would allow. Between the interrogations and tests of
his abilities this was not nearly as often as he would have liked. The colonel
was obsessed with the idea of being able to control his psychic ability. He
wanted Jimmy to focus on Emmy Rayne as much as possible, believing the boy’s
intuition would eventually lead them to her.
There was some truth to this method. In
the past he had been able to avert many disasters by focusing all of his energy
on a desire to do good deeds. Could the same approach help him to find a particular
individual? He believed that in time it would, but patience did not rank high
on the military’s agenda. They wanted results and they wanted them quickly.
His mother still failed to respond to his
presence. The doctors watching over her had explained that due to the amount of
sedative she was being given, it was all but impossible for her to respond to
any outside stimulus. Still, Jimmy refused to give up. He thought that if he
just kept trying, one day she would wake up and she would be well again.
With all of the power he possessed he did
not understand how it could be of no use to him when he needed it the most. Why
he could not use it to help those he loved. It was only when he finally began
to realise there was nothing he could do to help his mother that it became
obvious to him there was only one who could.
The colonel had been right all along.
Jimmy needed to find Emmy Rayne. If she
really had caused this mess then it made sense that she was the only one who
could fix it. Finding her had to be his number one goal, even if it meant
breaking a promise. A promise he had made when at his lowest ebb, to a person who
had saved his life.
***
Her priority was to get out of town as
quickly as possible.
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