Ex-Patriots: A Novel by Clines Peter

Author:Clines, Peter [Clines, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Science Fiction, Action & Adventure, Horror, Comics & Graphic Novels, Superheroes
ISBN: 0804136599
Google: v3bB9KuX_d8C
Amazon: B00AKJFEPM
Goodreads: 18869124
Publisher: Broadway Books
Published: 2011-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Barry woke up with a splitting headache. Which, he supposed, was better than waking up with his face in a plate of scrambled eggs. And they’d been crap powdered eggs, now that he thought about it. He’d just been so excited about the bacon he hadn’t noticed.

Definitely better than not waking up at all.

Wherever he was, the curved ceiling was concrete with steel plates. Some fluorescent lights glared down at him from recessed sockets. One had a flickering tube.

He sat up and shook the last bit of blurriness from his eyes. He was on a simple wooden cot with a passable mattress and fresh white sheets. Military corners, he noticed. He was still wearing the pants and T-shirt they’d given him outside. There was no sign of the coat. Or the wheelchair.

“Bastards,” he muttered.

He let his mind settle, focused, and reached the trigger with no problem. He held off using it for now. Good enough to know he could reach it if he needed it.

The room was a huge dome, over a hundred feet across and a little over half that high. It was all concrete. In front of him was a long window, curved to match the wall. The room on the other side was dark. Way off to his left was a massive door that looked like a bank vault. The wrong side of a bank vault.

It was familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on why.

He grabbed his legs and swung them off the cot. Getting off the flimsy bed was a challenge, but he managed to do it without tipping it or himself onto the floor. He paused for a quick breather and looked around again.

Part of the concrete, a large circle around the cot, was fresh and clean. The other stuff was older. He saw a few clusters of rust-colored spots where bolts had been cut off and ground flat against the floor. There’d been something here in the center that had been taken out, and new concrete poured to make a flat floor.

Just as he realized where he was, the lights flickered on in the other room.

“Oh, sure,” he called out. “Wait until I’m down on the floor. Real classy.”

Three men and a woman walked into the room from a door he couldn’t see. The first man and the woman were in Army uniforms. He couldn’t make out any ranks or names from where he sat. He didn’t recognize either of them.

The third man was Sorensen, followed by Smith.

Sorensen issued a few orders Barry couldn’t hear, then leaned forward to a microphone. “Good evening, Mr. Burke,” he said. His tinny voice echoed out of speakers hidden around the window. “I hope you slept well.”

There was a long pause and Barry realized the doctor was waiting for an answer. “Great,” he said. “Like a baby.”

“Wonderful. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Dr. Emil Sorensen. We met at breakfast. I believe you already know Agent Smith from Homeland Security. I want to assure you you’re somewhere safe.

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