The Con Season: A Novel of Survival Horror by Cesare Adam

Author:Cesare, Adam [Cesare, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Black T-Shirt Books
Published: 2016-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

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It was only a slight rules violation. But Keith had to report it.

Definitely he had to report it. For sure. It could be a test. Somehow they would know if he didn’t report it.

There was a clipboard to his right with a ballpoint pen attached to it by a bank chain. He checked the monitor and zoomed in with the trackball to make sure he had the camper’s number correct. The guy had pinned his paper number to the canvas of his large backpack. Carrying the bag around seemed like a waste of energy when he could have just dropped it off at his bunk first. Who knows, if he’d stopped at his bunk first he probably wouldn’t have made the violation in the first place.

There was no accounting for the decisions of an excitable young obsessive. As lame as it sounded: back in high school, Keith had never once visited his locker. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember the combination or anything. He just liked keeping all of his books and assignments with him, in his Jansport. The extra strain on his lower back was a small price to pay for feeling as though he was ready for anything.

Oh well.

Keith copied down the kid’s number, wincing against the raised flesh of the welt on his hand. The effort of messing up his face in response to his hand caused his nose to throb, a pain that radiated back to the rest of his skull, making the flesh of his ears feel hot. It was time to take more Advil.

Keith wrote: “Talking to CL” in the column next to the camper’s number and returned the pen to its holster at the top of the metal clip.

“You got one already,” Teeks said from behind him.

Either Michael Teeks was getting better at entering rooms or Keith’s scabs had again covered his ear holes completely.

“Yes, I wrote down the number and type of infraction just like you asked,” Keith said, finding his voice to talk to Teeks easier than he did with Rory, but not by much.

“Alright, thank you. Everything else good? Sound on the table mics is coming through clear?”

“Yes, Kimberly tested them earlier, the levels should be fine.”

“Perfect! All you’ve got to do is keep everything in frame and hit Rory on the walkie when you get my signal. Everything else should be set it and forget it.”

“I…um,” Keith started, wanting to make a request but unsure how to address Teeks for maximum servility. Sir? Mr. Teeks?

He didn’t get to finish the thought.

“And, before we go any further, let me just say, Lumbra: you are doing excellent work so far. I know that Rory may... well I know that he may have an odd way of showing it, sometimes, but we’re so happy to have you as part of the team.”

This encouragement felt suspicious, but Keith wasn’t sure quite why. He had done a good job in citing his first infraction. And Teeks was never the disciplinarian. The kind words emboldened him and he decided to spit it out: “Um, thank you.

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