"Job offer?" Jenks's thin lips curled in a sneer. He almost laughed out loud. "You people pump me full of this gene-warping drug that screws with my body four ways from doomsday, then A Doc
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with eyes like.." He shuddered. "Out of a Lovecraft story warps my mind further,
I pass out,wind up in this stinkin lab rat room out of it for who knows how long-"
"Three days.Your newly-enhanced physio
logy demonstrates an astounding recovery
rate...including regeneration of nerve cells and tendons. Congratulations, your
DNA has undergone the next step in the evolutionary process." Voight scribbled an addendum in his notepad.
*Three days?* "And I wake up to your scrawny egghead ass spewing fancy text book talk about my 'condition.'" He looked down at his hands; though no longer a violent red, the skin was still
flushed,like a mild sunburn. "To top it all off you're tellin' me the Nugenica Corp's gonna make me a job offer?" He
cackled in disbelief.
"We've researched your file,Mr Jenks,
including work history...five days prior
to your arrival here you were doing some
reconaissance work for a Tyler Setsuo involving the surveillance and retreival
of a Joel Curtis, formerly employed by
Tachyon Netsystems,suspected of embezzli
ng funds from the company's payroll. In
exchange for the sum of twenty-thousand you saw to it Curtis never made his pre
booked flight to New Zealand. Two weeks
before that you were employed by Dorian
Ames,owner of Deuces Wild Casino. Ames
comissioned you to'negiotiate' with a member of the health inspection comittee
about to revoke a building permit on one
of Ames's properties,a Section 8 housing
unit near the lakeshore, I believe." Voight tilted his head to one side. "A
very efficient work...ethic,one might
"You tryin' to blackmail me?" Jenks's
voice sounded scratchier to him than nor
mal, more guttural. Thoughts of choking Voight's scrawny neck came to mind. He
"Not at all,Mr. Jenks. Rather,someone
of your unique talents would benefit a certain sector of our staff,dealing with gathering information and disposing
of complications. Our blackbook payroll
The '08 Jeep Cherokee roared into the
parking lot of the Bernard Crisis Care
Clinic. Heavy streams of smoke fumed from the exhaust pipe. Risha gave the steering wheel a hard turn and aimed for
the first availble parking space. Droplets of polluted rainwater smacked the windshield in dull rythymic thruds,
escalating their number in seconds.Acid
showers today, Frag, she remembered and
wrenched the gear into park. Skeletal flares of neon-green tinged lightning cast an eerie glow in the dark veiled heavens. "We're here,Dani." She called
softly to the back seat. "Dani-girl?"
"Here..." Came Dani's dry-throated reply. "Mom's house?"
"The crisis clinc on Bernard, we're stopping here first." Risha twisted her
limber frame half-into the back seat. She reached over and patted Dani on the shoulder. Hairs on the back of her neck tingled. Dani's parched skin had become
even hotter to the touch. "Come on, I'll
help you up."
"No doctors...non medicin." Danielle pleaded weakly. Strands of ebon curls clung to her face. Her head lolled to one side.
Risha flung open her door, vaulted out
and nearly tore open the door to the back seat. She lifted Dani's right arm over her shoulder, picked her up once again. "No arguments, you need this." She secured her hold on her friend's fevered body and kicked the door shut. The vibrating hum of the Jeep's auto-lock engaged. Head slightly bowed, she squared her jaw and made her way toward the shatterproff doors of the clinic's emergency entrance.