Death and Taxes by Galen Surlak-Ramsey

Author:Galen Surlak-Ramsey [Surlak-Ramsey, Galen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946501202
Publisher: Tiny Fox Press
Published: 2019-07-29T22:00:00+00:00

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In a half-sleep, Dr. Forbes thought it strange that the ringing from his alarm clock sounded like a telephone.

He opened his eyes once, twice, and then a third time. When he finally realized that there was nothing to see and that it was his red war phone ringing somewhere in the dark, he knew something was amiss. He suspected it might have something to do with the lack of illumination.

“This is Dr. Forbes,” he said, picking up the receiver after grabbing a few other mystery objects.

“Christ, there you are, docteur. We’ve got a situation.” It was Gaston, and from the tone in his thick, French accent, he hadn’t collapsed another soufflé. “Where have you been?”

“Asleep,” Dr. Forbes replied. He fumbled around in the dark, and something sounding expensive broke. “The breakers must have tripped in my room and knocked out my alarm.”

“It’s not just your room,” Gaston said, his voice suddenly hushed. A moment passed before he continued. “It’s everywhere. Everything is down. The lights, the network, the phones. The desktops are…how do you say, toast. The laptops won’t connect. We’ve had nothing for over a half an hour.”

“What about containment?”

“Everything,” Gaston reiterated. It was the first time Dr. Forbes had ever heard Gaston sound scared shitless.

“This could really hurt our funding.” Dr. Forbes said, trying to appear calm and collected. “We need to act before this gets out of hand.”

“What do you propose we do?”

“Where are you?”

“In the biology lab with a few others. People are getting hurt, docteur.”

Dr. Forbes stumbled around the room before reaching his small bureau. He opened the top drawer, sifted through a dozen pair of neatly folded dress socks and pulled out his Walther PPK. “Okay, keep trying to get things back online and keep everyone together,” Dr. Forbes instructed, cocking the pistol. He felt around the drawer again and pulled out a Maglite, two spare clips, and half a box of ammo. “We need to assume the facility’s integrity is compromised. No one is to wander off. I’m on my way.”

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