Robbie snickered. “You have gas, Frank?”
“Not that I know of. Maybe it escaped me. Oh! Wait. Is this what you smell?” Frank reached into his pocket.
Everyone groaned when he pulled out the pickle, smashed, crinkled, and near white.
“Good Lord, Frank.” Hal stepped back. “You still have that?”
“I was saving it.” Frank smiled at the pickle. “I forgot I had it? Want some?” He showed it around the room, everyone shouted ‘No’. “Fine.” He shrugged. “More for me.” He put the final bite of the pickle in his mouth and smiled pleased at the sounds of disgust in the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
On the other side of the country.
Tigger stood on the desk, in order to deliver the kind of kiss he wanted to give to Callahan. After all, she was two feet taller than him. They were a moment away from being considered in a make out phase.
“All right, enough,” Mike barked upon entering into the office. He was dirty, looked tired and his entire appearance spelled out that of a man who had worked all day in the heat.
He dropped a folder on Callahan’s desk. “No making out in uniform, you know that Callahan.”
Finally, Bertha, with a chuckle, turned. “Oh my God. You cut your hair off.”
True. Mike’s long ponytail was gone. He sported a typical military buzz cut.
“Although Frank’s regulation do not stipulate short hair, I want all men in this army to follow old world stands. We can’t get them regimented any better than if we do that.”
“Agreed.” Callahan said. “I like it. It looks sexy.”
Tigger cleared his throat. “That’s my Dad.”
Bertha smiled. “How was it?”
“Those,” Mike pointed to the stack of folders he dropped on the desk. “Are soldiers I want examined by our medical staff. They seem to be dragging and my gut tells me it’s medical. We can utilize them elsewhere, but I want them checked out.”
“Right away.” Bertha said. “Everyone became a soldier, no screening.”
“Well, we can’t have an effective army. We’re only as good as our weakest link. We have little time to train tens of thousands of soldiers and ship them out. Tig, did you and Callahan work on the list of battalions ready to go.”
“Yep.” Tigger climbed off the desk. “They’re ready to start training other Battalions. I started a travel schedule. Speaking of travel. Doyle arrived today with 850 men that are Beginnings trained.”
“Jimmy Slagel?” Mike asked.
“Here as well. He and Doyle are all getting settled. Jimmy is moving south to our subs, though.”
“Well, I would like to meet him.”
Callahan spoke, “Housing area 17. Unit Fifty-four.”
Mike nodded and walked to the door. “Carry on.” He opened the door and paused. “Forget I said that.”
****
“Weird to be back, isn’t it?” Doyle said to Jimmy as he plopped down on the couch.
“We’re lucky to get a house to ourselves, beer? He extended a bottle to Doyle.
“Thanks, don’t mind if I do. So have you contacted Beginnings and let them know you arrived?”
“Nah, Callahan is doing that. I’ve been on the phone with down south, trying to calculate what we have in subs, and nuclear potential, so I can get it up and running.”
“Quite a task.”
“You bet.”
The doorbell rang, and as Doyle started to rise from the couch to answer, Jimmy held up his hand. “I got it.” He walked to the door and opened it.
Mike removed his cover. “Jimmy Slagel, right you look like your brother Robbie. Mike Manis.”
“Oh, hey, Mike, how are you, come in. I’ve been waiting to meet you.” Jimmy opened the door. “Do you know Sgt. Tim Doyle?”
“Don’t believe I do.” Mike extended his hand. “Sgt. Doyle.”
“Pleasure.” Doyle shook hands with Mike. “Are you here to greet us?”
“Yes, and more so to get a reality check.”
“How’s that?” Jimmy asked.
“I wasn’t sure that the Society and Beginnings joined up. Not one hundred percent sure. Thought they tricked Lars, Tigger and me into defecting. But, if a Slagel came from Beginnings, then it’s real.”
“Oh, it’s real,” Jimmy said. “So this Great War.”
“Scary shit.”
“Tell me about it.”
“If there’s anything you need, let me know.” Mike said.
“Thanks. Oh. Hey there is one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Just out of curiosity,” Jimmy rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s a heads up too. Because if it hasn’t happened here, it may hinder training.”
Mike shook his head curious. “What are you talking about?”
“The brain flu?” Has it struck here?”
“Brain flu?”
****
“Brain flu?” Danny asked surprised, then on the phone, it dawned on him. “Yeah, the brain flu. Pretty nasty. Male oriented. We’ve seen our share. Sure, I’ll make sure your doctors get the info. Thanks.” He hung up, scratched his head and turned around.
“Brain flu?” Joe asked. “Christ almighty, they think they have brain flu there?”
Danny shrugged. “Jimmy brought it up and they said they have men exhibiting symptoms. They want our treatment.”
“Jesus Christ. This is out of control. There is no goddamn brain flu.”
“You know that, I know that. But if the people of Beginnings know that, then they are gonna wonder why they’re seeing your floating head.”
“True.” Joe sat down. “So Jimmy arrived safe.”
“Yep.”
“Any news from Frank on the advanced LEP?”
“No. He said he’ll try the scent again tomorrow. If it dissipated and the thing is hiding he may not find it till it wanders.”
“Great.”
“Joe, can I ask you something.”
“Sure.”
“Tonight, I have everything lined up, challenges and such, but with all that’s going on with this advance LEP, should I still have my game show?”
“Are you kidding me? You Danny Hoi asking if you should delay something. Danny, this advance LEP is supposed to be a secret. If we cancel Beginnings Most Smartest Hero, people are gonna wanna know why. No,” Joe shook his head. “I think with all that’s going on, we need this competition.”
“Excellent.” Danny smiled. “Then tonight. We start.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Their minds were full, at least half of them knew of the future LEP. But with Mark in tracking and that new mute guy working in monitoring, they were certain to be told of any problems that arose.
They could with some sort of confidence move onward with the game.
Or rather, the elimination contest.
“Will it be Elliott Ryder?” Danny Hoi announced. “The dutiful right hand man, EXO, in the UWA.”
Frank shook his head.
“Dan from Security, always on the ball, always there and ready.”
“Nah.” Frank said.
“Will you stop?” Hal nudged him.
“Roy Smith, the clone from the future who perfected the brain of Dr. Dean Hayes.”
“Possible. Not.” Frank laughed.
“Oh my God.” Hal winced.
“Creed, monstrous leader of the Creedvilians.”
“Tough but . . .” Frank turned to Creed. “You’re going down, again.”
“Ben from Fabrics . . .” Danny paused when Frank laughed loudly. “George Hadley, former president of the United States and former enemy.”
“Old.”
Robbie snickered.
Hal closed his eyes.
“Fort from the future.”
Frank whispered to Robbie. ”Token black guy.”
“Stop!” Hal barked.
“Or will it be one of the Slagel brothers?”
“Hal, Robbie, or Frank.”
“Oh, yeah. Frank. Me.” Frank held up his arm.
The live audience applauded.
“Here’s how it will work,” Danny explained. “They will get points for each task they complete. Or judged by time. Depending on the challenge. The person with the lowest score or slowest time gets eliminated, and we will keep eliminating until we get down to one winner. The Ultimate winner. Beginnings Most Smartest Hero.”
Frank pointed at himself with his thumb.
“For the first week we will do a combined challenge. It will require both heroics and intelligence. Understand?”
Everyone nodded.
“Tonight we . . . yes Frank?”
“Thanks. One challenge. Not two.”
“That’s right.”
“But you said it will require intelligence and heroics.”
“Yes.”
“But that’s two.”
“Good God.” Hal said, “And he thinks he’s going to win.”
Danny held up a finger. “One task that will cover both heroics and intelligence.”
“Got it. Thanks.” Frank gave a thumbs up.”
Danny continued. “Tonight each of these men will get a chance to save a life. Scattered around Beginnings and Bowman are ten individuals. You will be told the location of the individual. You will go, and once you arrive your clock will start ticking. Now here’s the catch. I found ten individuals, with the help of Ellen and Dean . . .”
Ellen and Dean sat in the audience and waved.
“Ten people who just want to die. Very depressed and suicidal. These ten people right now are waiting to kill themselves. They are going to be doing it in various ways. You’ll know once you get there. Your job is to stop them from killing themselves, talk them out of it. The person who takes the longest to save the person and stop them from killing themselves will be eliminated. Yes, Frank.”
Frank lowered his hand. “What if they kill themselves anyhow?”
“Then the potential hero stands a chance of getting eliminated.”
“What if two of them kill themselves.”
“Then it’s a tie. All ties will be determined and broken by the other contestant.” Danny waited to see if Frank asked another question. “Ok. You will not know your time until the end of the game. I have placed the contestants name in one bowl, and the suicidal person’s name in the other. I will pick, so everything is random. Ready?”
Everyone nodded.
Danny reached into the first bowl. “Our first contestant to stop a suicide is . . . Roy.”
Frank patted Roy on the back. “You can do this.”
Danny reached into the other bowl. “Roy will be attempting to save Sasha who is waiting in Glass Works. Roy, a jeep awaits to take you there. Good luck.”
Roy nodded. “I will do my best Danny Hoi to save her life with wits and heroics.”
“Good luck Roy!” Frank yelled out.
Roy lifted a hand in a wave as he was escorted from the stage.
“Sasha’s toast.” Frank said.
Danny took the microphone again. “If our remaining contestants will have a seat.” He waited until they did. “Now,” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “What you do not know is we will be watching and monitoring your interaction with the possible suicide. Let’s tune into Sasha while we wait for Roy’s arrival.”
The ‘Live’ audience created a loud groan when the image of Sasha came of the screen. She paced back and forth, very close to the jagged glass she had braced, pointed ends up, as a means of her end.
Roy walked in.
“Don’t come any closer,” she held out her hand. “I’ll kill myself.”
“Why do people do that?”
“Do what?”
“Say they will kill themselves?” Roy asked.
“Because they want to.”
“If they wanted to, then surely they would do it without threatening to do it, correct?”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“Neither do I.” Roy sat down. “This is my first suicide prevention.”
“Really.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Did you know I was coming?”
“They said you might.”
“Ah, no wonder you threatened.” He sighed. “I would ask you why would you want to kill yourself, but I’d rather know. What do you think you may have to live for?”
“Nothing.”
“I see. I understand that. You know, in my time, there was no need for suicide.”
“Was it that good?”
He chuckled. “No, it was just easy to die. You merely had to leave a safe zone. Bam!”
She shrieked.
“The LEP would get you. Those are killer Marcus’ tear you limb from limb. Then again, that is probably a lot less painful than the method you want to use.” Roy stood up. “Are you going to throw yourself on this?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.” Roy examined the glass. “It won’t kill you right away, you’ll have to hit just right, and apprehension will slow you down, therefore you’ll shift, miss the arteries and will not die.” He shrugged. “You’re best bet would have you get someone to throw you on the glass. But then that would be murder which is not allowed. Back to what I was saying. It would be very painful, you would not die. Which means, because I am here, I’d have to call for help. You’d be horribly scarred if you survived the surgery. Losing that much blood means heart attack or stroke with survival. Yes, I would have picked a better method.” He returned to his seat. “So anyway . . .”
Seventeen minutes and twenty-two seconds, Roy proceeded to intervene and stop the suicide attempt.
Ellen marked Sasha down as a new resident in Containment. She was certain she’d pick up a few after the competition, Danny promised, anyone who threatened, but didn’t die, went to Containment.
Frank griped that Roy bored Sasha into halting her suicide attempt, but Danny said, even thought that was more than likely true, it wasn’t in violation of the rules and Roy had succeeded in the challenge.
Next was Dan, he had someone ready to jump into the electric fence, he beat Roy’s time with fourteen minutes.
Hal had a jumper too. But this time off a cliff.
Hal approached the jumper with sensitivity.
“He’s so gay,” Frank said while watching it.
“I wish,” replied Ben from Fabrics.
Hal succeeded in eight minutes, taking the top spot, until... Elliott Ryder had his turn. Elliott proceeded to stop the hanging in six minutes and forty-two seconds.
“Asshole,” Hal told him when he returned.
Ben from Fabrics’ downfall was relating to the man who wanted to swallow a jug of rodent poisoning.
He went from talking to him about how wonderful life was, to telling him that he agreed. That perhaps the ‘Swallowers’ life sucked and death was best.
At that point, the man chugged the poison.
Andrea was on standby, and thank fully it was close to the clinic. They were able to pump his stomach before the poison took hold.
Technically, technically, Ben didn’t cause a suicide, but was up for elimination.
Robbie wasn’t was confident as he has an asphyxiation.
His person didn’t do it but he was unable to beat Hal or Elliott.
It came down to Frank.
Elliott was in first place with the fastest save. Frank was to go last. One, because he was president, secondly, because he was Frank.
Frank made his way to his suicide.
A shooter.
“What do you think the chances are that Frank will beat Elliott?” Danny asked Hal in an interview.
“Slim. Really. Six minutes will be tough to beat. You need to establish contact, the reasons, and a relationship. My brother is tough, it won’t be easy.”
“Let’s take a look, shall we?”
Thomas was positioned on top of the Containment building. A revolver in his hand.
Frank approached.
“Time is ticking . . . now
.”
“Hey,” Frank yelled up. “Where’d you get that fuckin gun?”
“I stole it.”
“Oh, you’re fucking dead when I get my hands on you, stealing a weapon.”
“That’s why I’m up here, to die.”
“Yeah, well, here’s why I’m here. To stop you, so here’s the deal.” Frank raised his own revolver and aimed. “Drop the fuckin gun now, or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you my fuckin self, especially if . . .” he shifted the chamber. “You don’t die and I lose this round.”
A split second later, with a ‘Here’. Thomas tossed Frank the gun.
“Oh, yeah.” Frank grinned. “How fast was that?”
****
“With a time of fifty three seconds, the winner this round is Frank,” Danny announced. “Frank you are safe from elimination.”
Hal leaned to Elliott. “He’s the only suicide prevention person I have seen that makes bully tactics work. He frightens the suicide into not killing themselves.”
Frank gloated, of course. But someone had to go.
Ben from Fabrics was eliminated. Not only because he had the longest time, but because he had the only person who actually tried to go through with it. Ben was ok with it, stating that he was a hero of fashion anyhow.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Like a couple coming back from a bad marriage therapy session, Elliot and Hal were quiet on their return to Bowman.
It wasn’t Elliott’s doing.
Hal just stared. Thankfully, the ride wasn’t that long.
“Talk?”
“Not yet.”
“Captain.”
“Not yet.”
Finally, upon pulling into town, Hal exhaled as he opened the door, and claimed he needed a drink.
“Captain, you can’t possibly be upset about losing, you came in third.”
“No, Elliott, it has nothing to do with losing as much as it has to do with my brother being the worst goddamn winner on the face of the earth.”
“Ok, he does gloat.”
“Gloat!” Hal stopped walking. “Gloating would be, ‘Yes I won I won I won’, he is way belong gloating. He had them play ‘I Need a Hero’ over the main speaker system dedicating it to Frank.”
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