by P. S. Power
Brian tried to let everything go then. The old life, his hopes of finding love, or at least a woman that would sleep with him before he died, the dreams of making something of himself, which probably wouldn't have happened anyway.
Let it all go, he told himself.
Dreams like that were for the living. A strange feeling came over him, a feeling of peace, like nothing could touch him now. Not really. He could be hurt, or humiliated or even fail, but it didn't matter. Not now.
Lancaster came back into the room first, carrying some clothes for Brian, which he got into without needing any real help, his ribs ached, but it was a dull pain, nothing had shattered there, just cracked, so they were mainly healed he'd been told. Or at least would be in about six weeks. The bruising had faded a lot too. It still hurt when he tried to put on the light blue t-shirt that said IPB on the front, but he did it without complaining. The sweat pants, a dark blue, fit easily. He didn't have underwear, but decided not to worry about it. That kind of thing didn't matter now, right?
A pair of white socks finished the look, with some running shoes, probably Lancaster's own, they looked and felt well worn and were at least five sizes too big for his feet, looking a little like clown shoes. Brian smiled down at them.
He waited for Tull to come in before he said anything about what he wanted to do, no need to repeat it twice.
He spread his arms, his hands just hanging, half closed still, “Right. Obviously I'm going to try and help people. You both know that already... I don't know what I'm supposed to do next. Are you two going to train me? Do I stay in the hospital or something? I... don't think Doug, my roommate, is going to want me to come back now and his girlfriend Carla would probably shoot me if I tried. If she can get a gun, which, if we have any say in, we should prevent. She really hates Infected people...”
Lancaster shook his head and smiled, clapping Brian on the shoulder, “No, there's a whole facility for this kind of thing. You'll see the Doc here sometimes, once a week probably, because you're going to need to have your head shrunk. Don't take it personally, everyone has to see someone in this branch, at least part of the time. The team you're on has a trainer and a couple of assistants that will be in charge of making sure you learn what you need. Hard core athletes and hard cases that won't put up with any pansy crap and special forces guys for weapons and combat training. Don't worry, we'll get you ready.” The man squared his shoulders and grinned.
“Some of the chicks are hot too. You probably won't have a lot of time for them, but the eye candy isn't too bad in the gym. Don't tell any of them I said that though, they'll kick my ass.” He laughed at the look Doctor Tull gave him, making Brian smile too.
The facilities were nice, they told him, like a good hotel as far as the rooms and food went, a better hospital than the one he was standing in, fully staffed at all times, the whole thing remote enough that the press wouldn't be bothering him. Not that they would be anyway, Brian knew. After all, he wasn't interesting or dangerous. The amazing power of going into a dangerous situation and having your ass kicked didn't make the news. Lancaster chuckled when he said this out loud.
“Don't worry, it won't be your ass getting kicked soon. All you have to do is what we tell you and the rest will take care of itself.”
They checked him out immediately, since the drugs were wearing off and he could potentially switch into a dangerous situation for all they knew. They didn't think he would, probably being too sore still, but no one knew what the tolerances were. On the way out they passed Ken the nurse, and Brian stopped him with a half wave.
“Hey, man... thanks for reading to me and all that. It really helped. I just wanted to let you know that, you know, I appreciate it.” The man smiled and shook his hand, it felt awkward to Brian, because his hand wouldn't close right, but Ken didn't seem to have a problem with it. He told Brian to take care of himself.
Brian just nodded, knowing that probably wouldn't be a real option.
The ride to the airport didn't take that long, Lancaster driving them right to the foot of the small jet they were going to be riding on. The inside of it surprised Brian, it was different than the other planes he'd been on before.
Instead of rows of seats, the plane had seating for about ten people, with huge, compared to the economy class he'd been in before, seats done in a soft tan leather. Some were grouped so that they faced each other, with the isle running down the side. Two people already sat, a man and a woman or girl. Brian couldn't tell how old she was, or even that she was a girl really, she could have been a really feminine boy. The clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, didn't give him a clue and the way she sat he couldn't see breasts if they were there.
Not that it mattered really. He wasn't here to get a date, he reminded himself, before his mind could start going on about how lonely he felt and that no one loved him.
Brian had accepted his death, at least in theory. No room left for whining in the time he had left. Life was probably too short for that even if you had forever. He made himself smile at the girl and wink. She waved back happily, as if they already knew each other.
They sat away from this other group, Doc Tull moving to sit with the others for a while. Lancaster asked if he wanted anything to eat. Brian thought about it, he felt... starved really, but he knew he needed to lose weight too. Other people needed him to be fit, as fast as he could manage it. He begged off, even as his stomach growled.
The plane had cabin crew, which ran them all through the plane's safety procedures like on a regular plane. Lancaster followed along with the instructions and looked at Brian hard, until he did too.
“Always review when you can, Brian. No matter what you're doing, or how often you've done it before, something fresh in your mind will save your ass about twenty percent more often than if you just go on old knowledge. It works... so do it.” The man didn't sound upset when he said it, just matter of fact.
Brian couldn't sleep on the plane, the seats were comfortable and big enough, but the drugs wearing off revealed how much pain he still had left. His wrists burned still, constantly, causing him to rub at the mainly healed red lines all the way around them. He'd have the scars for the rest of his life he thought. Lancaster ate a sandwich the cabin crew brought around, a woman wearing military fatigues, who smiled at them and asked if they wanted anything to eat or drink after they took off. Brian asked for some water. The flight would only take about three hours, they were told, which Lancaster apparently planned to fill with information about fighting. Brian made himself pay attention and ask questions, so focused on the man in front of him that he didn't notice that the red-haired girl had come over until she slid into the agent's lap and started bouncing.
It wasn't just a “happy kid” bounce either, but something a lot more suggestive.
“Lancaster! Did ya miss me?” She spoke rapidly, voice high-pitched, almost a squeak, her face, not that Brian could see her clearly, being half turned away from him, had a bit of a point to it. Not outside of what you might see walking down the street, but enough that he noticed it. Her front teeth were bucked, sticking out all the time, making her look a little stupid, body rail thin and hard looking under her clothes. Brian started to feel self-conscious about the roll of fat around his own middle, but made himself smile instead. It wasn't important, except for the fact he needed to be in better shape as soon as possible.
Lancaster smiled and pushed her off his lap and into the seat next to him, “Hello, Bridget. Out on an assignment alone? That's unusual...” His tone had gone very wry and his eyebrows up when he looked at the girl. Brian figured her to be a girl now for sure, with a name like that. Or a guy with a really unfortunate name.
The girl pouted, “Nah. I went to a concert, but agent no-fun back there got all up in a twist and came to make me go home, which isn't fair, because I had the whole weekend off and wasn't late getting back yet or anything!”
She looked over at Brian, staring at him without blinking while talking.
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bsp; “He got all mad because I hitchhiked there, like it's dangerous or something... It's not a big deal, I rode with a very nice truck driver most of the way that let me pay for it by jerking him off.” She moved her hand back and forth by way of example.
Just in case they missed the reference Brian guessed.
Lancaster sputtered, hands going up in front of him in exasperation, “Bridget! You're fourteen years old, you shouldn't be getting rides by jerking off truckers!”
Looking downcast she nodded. “I know... I offered to blow him, but he didn't want me too. Plus, I think he thought I was a boy, so he didn't want to have sex.” Her tiny shoulders shrugged as if saying it was beyond her control.
Her gaze never left Brian while she said all this, finally she reached out to take his hand, shaking it.
“Bridget. Physical, mainly speed and strength, heightened senses that kind of thing. Code name Rat-Girl. Pretty normal stuff for one of us. Oh, my first mode's impulse control, at least they all claim it is. I don't see it. I just like to have fun, but they all say it's too much.” Glancing at his hand she saw the marks on his wrist. “You shake like a pansy you know? Someone beat the shit out of you or something?”
Lancaster started to say something to her, but Brian just nodded. Why not? It was just the truth.
“Yeah, first some psycho killers, then the police. Apparently they didn't think me looking like hamburger was good enough? I don't care what anyone says, the psycho's are wimps compared to the police once they've got you down.”
The girl had wiggled almost constantly, but held her place suddenly, staring at him, nodding gently. It was almost eerie.
She told them about how some police had hassled her once, so she broke their legs and doused them with their own pepper spray. She didn't know if it helped them learn anything, because learning was hard when you lived with your head stuck up your own behind.
She leaned forward and poked Brian in the stomach.
“A bit soft. Why were you out fighting psycho's? Trying to get in shape?” Her question both flip and innocent made him smile.
He stuck his tongue out at her, which he realized had been a bad move about half a second after he did it. Taking it as an offer she leaped into his lap and started kissing him as he tried to pull away, protesting in muffled tones. For all that she must have weighed eighty pounds and been about four foot six, Brian could tell she must be many times stronger than he'd ever be, because he couldn't push her away no matter what he did. After about a minute she backed off on her own and just sat on his lap instead.
No bouncing though.
Agent Lancaster had picked up a magazine and been reading, unconcerned, while all this had taken place. Brian could see the man that had been sitting with Bridget earlier say something to the Doc and laugh, looking at them. Finally he pushed her from his lap, feeling the strain. Brian laughed while he did it, thinking that at least someone liked him here already. The tiny girl moved into the seat across from him.
“Get ye back, jailbait.” Brian held his hands in front of him trying to form his fingers into the shape of a cross. It formed a weak looking symbol at best, since he couldn't straighten his fingers all the way yet. Bridget got the point and sat back, smiling.
She put on her seat belt suddenly, so Brian did the same, clumsily, in case she knew something he didn't. Lancaster followed suit and called out to the others to do the same just as they hit turbulence. The girl held her hands out and shouted “whee” as the whole plan rattled.
Then she settled a bit as the air did and poked Lancaster. “Hey, is Brian going to be on team two or...” She didn't ask any more, because the agent shook his head.
“Team three...”
She poked the agent in the side again. “Seriously? I mean, those guys? Why? I know he's not exactly Prime or anything, but he seems normal enough, or will as soon as he heals up a bit. Is it gonna be healthy to put him in with them? Half of them aren't even really there mainly, you know?”
This got a laugh from Lancaster, who rubbed her head, tussling her short hair until she told him to quit it. “It's his power... he has to go out and fight alone, no choice in the matter, so he's not really a team player that way. That's the strength of your team, working together. We considered putting him on first team, but...” The agent didn't finish it, so Brian didn't know what the reason for that would be.
Bridget nodded and kicked her left foot, clad in small pink and white checked sneakers with no socks, until it touched Brian's leg lightly.
“Yeah. If he has to go out alone to fight for some reason and the cops can kick his ass I guess he really doesn't have that long as far as that goes, does he? Not unless ..."
Taking a deep breath, Brian smiled at her and made a blubbery sound with his lips,getting her to grin a little.
“Yeah, I'm pretty much already dead. The rest of this is just about what I can get done before I buy it and how many people I can help, if any...” He waited for her reaction, which was a single shrug of the shoulders.
The tiny face went suddenly serious, but not dark.
“That pretty much describes everyone I know, Brian. It's always about doing what you can, as best you can, until you die. Everything else is just an illusion.” She unbuckled herself, hoped up, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, aiming for a place that wasn't too messed up still, then scurried away back to where the others sat.
Lancaster looked at him, a strange expression Brian didn't know how to read, worried, like he expected Brian to break or at least whine about what the girl had said. Instead he smiled at the man, getting a baffled look in return.
Brian looked at the small girl, who'd gone back to wiggling again, some of the movements too fast for him to follow, even as she sat firmly in her seat. Doctor Tull watched him, also looking concerned, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled a bit bigger, then gave her a small wave.
“She's right, of course. Death does come for everyone. I've even heard that in a movie or two I think. I was making it into some big deal in my head earlier, but... yeah. Everyone dies and it could come at any time. The only difference is that I have a rough time schedule. OK, lesson learned, schooled by the fourteen-year-old girl, don't get all caught up in my own bullshit.”
Lancaster just grunted and passed him a copy of guns and ammo, suggesting he read it until they landed. The rest of the flight went by almost silently. Brian didn't even worry about dying again. He realized he didn't have time for that any more.
