Friday Fiction- The Dilemma Part 2

Between a Rock and a Hard PlaceIt’s Friday! That means new fiction. Here’s part 1 of The Dilemma in case you missed it. Now, let’s find out what happens next…

The creak of the door opening made my insides turn to water. Blood from my head wound had dried and crusted on my face and the rest of my body felt so tender that a fly landing on my skin would have made me wince.

I wasn’t ready for more questions.

My breath came and went in shallow gasps as I tried not to move my ribs. I squeezed my good eye closed and braced myself as heavy footsteps approached.

The sharp sting of a needle preceded a rush of cold liquid into my vein. I gasped and opened my eye.

“Truth serum?” I asked. “Won’t do you any good. I have the anitbodies.”

“It’s not truth serum.”

The voice was not one I recognized. It wasn’t the same man who had visited me before.

“What is it then?” I asked.

He did not reply, but I felt the ties around my wrists break. My arms remained immobile, feeling had left them hours ago. I suppressed a whimper as circulation returned, carrying with it hot needles of sensation.

When I could finally move without crying out, I rolled into a sitting position and fixed my eye on my new visitor. Muscles bulged beneath dark skin as he crossed his arms and stared back at me.

“You look awful,” he said.

I smiled, causing a split in my lip to re-open. The taste of salt and copper filled my mouth.

“Yeah, your friend is a real charmer.” I replied.

“Tanner? He’s no friend of mine. Man’s got issues.”

“Tanner huh?” I snorted at the irony. “So, what is this? Good cop bad cop? The answers won’t change.”

“Nope, wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”

“Well, that’s nice to hear.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “What’s your name?”

The guy raised an eyebrow before he said, “You can call me Joe.”

“Joe,” I said, incredulous. “That’s not very intimidating.”

“When you’re this big you don’t have to try to intimidate people.”

He had a point.

“So what do we do now Joe? Chat over tea? Do you escort me to my luxury suite?”

“Nope, we let you go.”

My eye narrowed.

“What do you mean let me go? After all that, you just let me go?”

“I injected you with a tracer. Way better than that old model they put in your arm. No way to take ours out.”

“You injected it into my bloodstream. So, I wait for a day or two and flush it into a sewer somewhere. You can send Tanner to find me.”

This actually got a smile.

“Not a bad idea, but this is linked to a benzodiazepine, stays in your blood up to two weeks, stays in your hair for months. We’re pretty confident you’ll need to find our guy before then.”

“Hm, why didn’t the good guys think of that?”

“The bad guys always have cooler stuff. You ought to know that.”

I nodded and realized it didn’t hurt, the side effects of the valium-laced tracer were taking effect.

“Well then, thanks Joe. I guess I’ll just be on my way.”

Standing proved to be more difficult than I would’ve guessed.

To his credit Joe didn’t say anything, or trip over himself to help, he just gave me space then led me to the main floor of what was apparently an underground shelter. He didn’t follow me out, just opened the door, ushered me through, and closed it fast. I climbed a few stairs and found myself in an old abandoned building.

My good eye began to water when I stepped outside into the full sunlight.

“Hands up now!” A voice shouted from behind and armored vehicle.

“I can’t lift my arms!” I shouted back.

A woman poked her head out from behind the truck.

“Karen? Karen Kenton?”

“Hey Annabelle.”

Annabelle ran over to me as two more agents appeared with weapons aimed at the building.

“Are you alright? You look awful.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way to your office.”

“Shouldn’t we find Dr. Grayson?”

“Scott? Not yet. They injected me with a tracer. We’ve got to come up with a new plan.” I paused for a second. “Did you lose track of mine by the way?”

“No, we knew you were in there. We were waiting for back up.”

I shook my head.

“Agents,” I said with disgust. “You all need to learn to break a few rules.”

“We hired you didn’t we.”

What do you think she’s going to do?

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14 Responses to Friday Fiction- The Dilemma Part 2

  1. Denise Falvo says:

    Love the last line and the bit about the tracer staying in the hair. Good stuff, Nicole. :)

  2. Bethany says:

    I don’t know, but I can’t believe I have to wait until next Friday to find out! I hate that “the bad guys always have cooler stuff”…true in Friday fiction…and in real life.

  3. Sarah L Fox says:

    Very cool! I love the details about the tracer. :)

  4. Wow Nicole ! I was reading this and actually got caught up in the story, forgetting that I was reading something written by a long lost guitar student. Continue to write your Friday Fiction and I can see a very strong book of short stories waiting at the end. This stuff is very tasty ! Thank You.

    • Nicole says:

      Thanks so much Scott! I’m glad you forgot it was written by someone you know. I think it really can make a difference and sometimes prevent the reader from getting caught up in the story. Glad you’re enjoying Friday Fiction!

  5. Nicua says:

    cool – looking forward to next installment! yay

  6. Great stuff, Nicole! The dialogue was excellent in this one. Very thriller ;) Sounds like there’s some kind of mission she’s going to have to do. This is sounding more like an assassin story now.

  7. Loving your cliffhangers!

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