An Eighty Percent Solution (CorpGov)

by Thomas Gondolfi

  “Hey, I’m not a bounty hunter,” Tony heard muffled from another barrel identical to his own. “You can trust me. I can prove—”

  The bark of some high-tech weapon sounded, followed by silence. Tony tried not to think what that meant, but his mind fantasized a suitably terrifying outcome in spite of itself. At that moment Tony decided his nakedness would be fine until they decided he should have something to wear.

  “Thank you, I think,” Tony said finally. He put his feet beneath him, but decided that sitting on the floor he posed a lesser threat. While others stood closely behind him, Tony only had eyes for an extremely tall, gaunt woman who decided on only half a hairstyle, the other side of her head bare of anything but undecipherable glyphs. She wore a simple, white linen dress that didn’t disguise the tattoos covering the majority of her body. He wouldn’t have given her a second look if he’d bumped into her on the TriMet, but here she unconsciously demanded attention. Tony found his body and mind reacting in unexpected ways.

  “Welcome, Tony. I’ll be blunt and hope you will be as well. I so dislike wasting time.” Each Hispanic-accented word rolled off her tongue as if precisely cut by a laser. Tony managed to close his mouth and nod. “Good. I’d offer you some clothes, but no matter the outcome, you won’t be here long enough to offend anyone’s dignity.”

  “Why am I here?”

  The woman with skin the color of well-polished oak looked at him with the contempt one reserved for someone who’d passed gas in the confines of the TriMet. “Why don’t you tell me that?”

  “I was told I could find Sonya at the Arcade Aerobics. As they talked about you while I was trussed up and nominally asleep, I’ll assume that you’re Sonya.”

  “One must guess and guess correctly in life to survive,” she said cryptically. “You have exactly one minute to tell me why you wanted to speak to Sonya. If I’m not convinced, you’ll not only not be allowed to speak to her, you can join that bad rubbish over there—or worse, we might just bury you alive.”

  “I have to say that normally I’d be afraid of such talk. I probably would’ve even been offended by such outright threats, but this hasn’t been an ordinary few days. To be honest, that seems like the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me. OK. You said be blunt, so I will. In brief, I want to join the Green Action Militia.”

  He ignored the chuckles. Every instinct screamed that he must convince the woman in front of him, not the clowns behind him.

  “Why should we trust you? What reason do we have to trust you?”

  Honesty before deceit, Tony thought. “You shouldn’t, and you have none. I could give you a song and dance about the crap thrown at me over the last two days, but it could just be another corpie setup to try and trap—”

  “We have to move,” said a voice behind him. “If he’s bugged, your time is up. They’ll be onto the Faraday cage gimmick if they’re quick.”

  “I must say you haven’t given me much, corpie. I won’t lie. My inclination is to have you disappear.”

  “Don’ be quick,” came the dangerously silky voice of the green-gemmed girl. “He has a furry.” Sitting on her left tentacle rode Cin bearing all the dignity of the Egyptian cat goddess, Bast.

  “Cin!” Tony exclaimed. The brightly colored cat jumped down and marched properly over to her person. She brushed up against Tony with an air of ownership before examining the rest of the room’s occupants.

  The tattooed woman bent down to offered her finger to Cin. The calico sniffed it daintily and gave it a gentle lick before returning to grooming her reddish coat. “A very handsome creature.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You can leave us now,” she off-handedly commanded the other three, not taking her eyes off the tiny bather.

  “But Sonya, if he or the cat is bugged…”

  “We’ll move shortly. The cage should buy us at least a few minutes. Leave us!”

  “Yes, Sonya,” Linc offered meekly, gathering Carl and Suet by eye before drifting out through a door. Tony caught tiny noises just outside the door, placing her three compatriots with the accuracy of a life detector. Sonya flowed as if boneless down into a lotus position on the floor next to the tiny kitten. Her fingers played over the cat’s spine, eliciting closed eyes and deep rumblings.

  “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. My name is Sonya.”

  “Uh, Tony. Tony Sammis.”

  “What can I do for you?” Sonya asked with a voice that combined the innocence of a child and the world weariness of a veteran of several wars. She gently stroked Cinnamon.

  “Funny, now that I’m here, I’m not sure.” Tony looked at Sonya for some sign. She never took her eyes off his cat. “I guess I’d say my life is over and I’m looking for a new one. An acquaintance gave me this.” Tony held up his hand to show the writing across his hand by a dying woman. This drew Sonya’s eyes.

  “Jasmine’s handwriting. She has the sight of people. I’ve never known her to be hasty or wrong in her judgment.”

  “I can’t speak to that. You knew she was dying?”

  “Dead, now. She died six hours ago. And yes, I knew. Her liver burned under the weight of a corporate poison. As an employee, they used her as an experimental animal without her consent. Once she learned of this, she used the fire and death in her belly against the corporate machine.”

  “Sounds like what happened to me. I’m not exactly waiting to die, but they’ve taken everything from me. My chance of fighting what they’ve done is effectively zero. I have no job prospects above garbage sorter. I haven’t the skills nor enough cash to out-migrate. I might have to live on welfare and live in a commune or worse, a relocation camp, or even worse on ground level. No health care and recycled food to eat.” Tony shuddered.

  Sonya gently shook her head. “Superficial reasons to join us terrorists, or as we style ourselves, freedom fighters. You should out-migrate or get another job.”

  Tony sighed. “It’s not just that. I’ll be honest. I used to be everything you despised. I followed all the lines. ‘Get it while the getting is good.’ ‘Do unto others before they do unto you.’ ‘He did what everyone else did, he just got caught.’ ‘If I’m quiet, maybe they won’t notice what I’m doing.’ All the signs of the times. They were my watchwords. They aren’t what I believe in anymore.”

  Sitting up, Tony pressed home his point. “I don’t like any of my choices if for no other reason than I don’t want my old life back. For quite a long time now I’ve believed that something was wrong with my life, or maybe the lives of everyone everywhere. Someone once said, ‘Might for right!’ For some reason it lit a fire in my heart that’s only just now starting to burn with a fury.”

  “King Arthur, I believe, Mr. Sammis.”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Any start is a good start, but tell me, how would you use the fire in your heart? Don’t answer, just think.

  “Come back now, Linc,” she said with no increase in volume. The threesome appeared quickly enough to assure Tony they’d been listening. “We must process him quickly. Also, send an emergency communiqué through the cells that the health club is compromised.

  “Until I see you again, Mr. Sammis,” she concluded, taking his hand in hers. Despite her warmth of personality, her hands felt like unpowered prosthetics. She shook his hand firmly and turned to leave at an unhurried speed.

  Linc directed Tony through another door that led to a loading dock, shrouded to the outside by curtains of stained plastic sheets. The back of a closed truck stood open and as one they hustled inside. Tony almost backed out, as the rear section held a hanging cage of metal straps in the shape of a human body, plus a rack full of cattle-prods and other less savory devices with sharp edges. The trio closed off his one escape route by pulling the door down. Without a beat the truck pulled away from the loading dock.

  “In here,” Linc said, motioning him toward the cage.

  “Uh, why?” Tony balked.

  “Noobs. Did you ever think
your implants might just do more than they tell you? We have to neutralize them before you give all of us away.”

  “Uhhh…” Tony continued to hesitate.

  “Freaking corpie, either get in or we boot your ass out the back of the truck, and you can find out what happens when you fall two hundred meters to ground level. I don’t know what’ll get you first, the Nils or the bugs.”

  Tony eyed a cage that curved just where a person curves and wore a wig of wires dangling from strategic points. The wire-hair twisted down into a single braid that disappeared into the back of a moderate computer array.

  “Will it hurt?”

  “Depends on what they got inside you,” Linc said, “but don’t worry, we’ll patch you up better than new. Now get in the bleeding cage!” He motioned with a gun for emphasis.

  By wedging his arms down to his side, Tony could just squeeze into the contraption. Linc brought the cage door around, closing him in tight. The latch didn’t have a lock, but was situated well away from Tony’s hands.

  As the cage faced the wrong way, he couldn’t see anything except a wall with dubious stains and markings.

  “Everyone clear. Fire one!” Linc cried out. A very mild electric shock wandered across Tony’s body, feeling more like a tickle than anything painful. “I have three implants. Start with the scalp.” Some metal device poked into his hair, scratching his scalp above his right ear. “Seven centimeters back and two down.” The probe moved accordingly. “Right there. Clear! Fire two!”

  Expecting the tickle once again, Tony remained calm. Instead, his brain revolted at a sensation like acid filling his skull. His body convulsed uncontrollably within the constraining chamber. He must’ve blacked out because next thing he knew he only felt something wet and viscous slowly dripping down both of his cheeks. One of the wet trails fell into his mouth and he tasted the salt of his own tears. He felt nothing else at all. No sensation of limb or self.

  “Help,” he barely managed to croak out.

  “Shut up,” Linc snapped.

  “Next. Right shoulder, front.” This time he saw the probe as Suet positioned a 2 meter-long pike with a blunted metal tip against his flesh, bracing it on the floor. “Six centimeters down. Perfect. Clear! Fire three!” The shoulder he couldn’t feel now flew into a rage of hot, stabbing pains. With force he didn’t know he had, his arm tried to break free of the cage. Tony experienced, not quite heard, the sound of his humerus breaking beneath his bicep. The agony muted the other pains spread through his body. The cry he let out wasn’t conscious.

  “Left wrist.” Tears rolled freely as he watched the sharp pole move down to the other side. Tony could barely feel it press against the flesh. “Good enough. Clear! Fire four!” Unlike the pain from the previous two attempts, his hand went completely numb from mid-forearm down. “No reaction. Increasing charge. Fire five!” Again, Tony thankfully felt nothing.

  “OK, it’s gotta come off. All of it.”

  Tony took one look at the saws-all in Carl’s thick hands and fainted.

  * * *

  With only one door and no windows in the cell, Tony paced around the eight-by-eight cell in boredom. He once again touched his new hand just to reassure himself it still existed. He never missed the old one, and the new one seemed identical in every way. He’d lost consciousness before its removal and awoke after its replacement. No discomfort from either shoulder or head lingered. Linc had been as good as his word.

  “Hey! I didn’t agree to go through all this just to be locked up,” he shouted at the door. When no one offered him even a word he plopped onto the only piece of furniture in the room, a fabric-covered metal bunk bolted to the floor. “How long are you going to keep me in here?” he questioned the silent walls for the eightieth time. He would’ve done more than yell, but he found banging on the plastisteel brought only a bruised palm. “I want my cat back!”

  He’d awakened in this room some unknown amount of time after his trucking ordeal. Since then, eight institutional-style meals had appeared through a slot in the door. At least they’d given him some clothes, even if he did look like a deliveryman in a utilitarian green jumpsuit. “I guess we didn’t have a meeting of the minds after all,” Tony muttered. For about the four hundredth time he went over it again. “OK. Reasons they might keep me: security, my intentions, a show of faith.”

  “Not a bad deduction,” said a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Old fashioned keys rattled in the lock. “Actually, we waited only to include you in the mission we have planned.” Linc’s bald head popped through the door. From the look of the stains on his orange smock, he looked like he’d just left work, but obviously not at the same health club if the embroidery “Sunrise Athletics” were any indication.

  “OK. What are we going to do?”

  “Not we, Mr. Sammis, you.”

  “Me? Why me?”

  “Look, if I had my way, corpie, you’d already be ground up and sluicing your way down a recycle chute.” Tony decided not to react, visibly anyway. “But Sonya has her own mind about these things. She wants to see how dedicated you are. If you succeed, then she may trust you further. If not, well let’s just say the police don’t take kindly to Greenies.”

  “I’ll ignore the implied threat. With that in mind, what’s my mission?”

  “You’ll find that out shortly. Follow me close, but don’t say nothing.” Linc’s massive paw, fingers stubby but thick, handed him a small penlight.

  Linc lead Tony from his dry cell down two flights of stairs and into a twisting maze of mold-covered, masonry passages that oozed moisture. Linc’s broad shoulders marked his way through halls covered ankle deep in putrid liquid the consistency of custard. The Greenies clothing proved competent, as the work boots held the fluid at bay. The smells, on the other hand, ranged from bad to worse including at the base of them all the bitter tang of excrement, urine, and eau de rotting garbage.

  Conduits, steam pipes, and random corroded and broken wiring wove in and about their path. Even had he stooged for the police, he couldn’t have found his way back through the spider webs and rusted equipment without an inertial locator. Only his light on Linc’s broad back kept him from losing the rest of his way.

  Thinking about it, he knew little of the GAM that he could possibly use against them, even if he wanted to. He didn’t know whether to feel heartened by this or depressed. Instead, he decided he should just do the job they asked.

  He dearly wanted to ask questions, but the first time he heard voices above his head through the ceramcrete ceiling, it muted his desire. He shut off that train of thought and quietly picked his way through the muck, avoiding the worst of the sewage and smells.

  For over an hour Linc never slowed. Tony began to wonder if they were lost together when Linc pointed to a nearly rusted-out metal door. “Go in there and you find your instructions,” Linc whispered.

  “How do I get back?” he softly murmured into Linc’s ear.

  “All your information is in there. Don’t mess up. We’ll be watching.” Linc turned and sloshed off back through the drains.

  Tony watched until he disappeared from sight and then even longer until the light of Linc’s torch faded around a distant corner. With a shrug Tony went up to the door and pushed it. Instead of opening, the door fell inward to land with a combined cacophony of metal on stone and a loud splash. Tony froze.

  A brief flurry of sound above him startled him, but settled down as quickly as it began.

  His torch lit up a small room with a white plastic table high and dry atop a rust-stained ceramic landing. Perched on the table sat the incongruous sight of dozen brightly-colored, floating balloons bearing the proclamation “Get Well Soon” tied to a gaily wrapped package and a vase full of flowers. Next to this absurd group sat a solido tablet and an archaic ring comm, still used as a disposable method for making nearly untraceable calls.

  The solido tablet read, “Take the package, flowers and balloons to Mercy Hospital. They are a del
ivery for Janice Gordon. There is a map through the underground to Mercy in the memory [press here].

  “The chemical components of the bomb are inert and thus undetectable until activated by water. You have until the flowers are watered to get away. From a safe place call 555-1215 after it is reported on the net.”

  “A hospital?” Tony said aloud. Without hesitating he picked up the ring comm. “Five, five, five, one, two, one, five.”

  In the background of the standard bone conduction he heard a very faint countdown. “One minute to detection. Fifty-seven. Fifty-six…”

  “You can’t have even gotten there yet.”

  “It’s a hospital with sick people—”

  “Don’t be a pizda! It’s an executive hospital for those with full medical,” came a harsh male voice. The line went dead to the sound of “Forty-two. Forty-three.”

  “Can I really do this?” His own words mocked him as they echoed in the underground. “It’s a big stretch from thinking things are wrong to killing people.” Three times he reached out to collect the deadly delivery and three times he pulled back. He walked deliberately around the table. “At least now the clothes make sense.” Tony wiped the sweat from his hands on his pants before picking up the flowers in one hand and the balloon-adorned package in the other.

  * * *

  “Listen, candy-striper, I’ve been delivering here for two years and nobody’s ever scanned my packages before,” Tony barked with as much vinegar as he could muster. The young redhead’s pale skin blanched even whiter. Tony wondered if she could possibly be more nervous than the TriMet air-show racing through his stomach.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s what they told me I was supposed to do.”

  Tony could only wonder if the GAM used this to get rid of him. He imagined Linc over his shoulder with a remote detonator going for a twofer, getting rid of an interloper and another strike against the megacorps. “Whatever,” he replied after a moment, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie. I just don’t wanna be late for my next delivery.”