The Prospects by Halayko Daniel

Author:Halayko, Daniel [Halayko, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction/Superheroes
Published: 2014-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“No, out of the question,” said Alex.

“I’m ready now,” said Goldstreak. “If we do this tomorrow, everyone’s going to be screaming and shouting.”

“And that’s why we’re going to do it tomorrow. In real life, people will be screaming and shouting.”

Billy Two bleated.

“Is that how you did it?”

“I did it surrounded by soldiers. All through the program, everyone was calm and clinical about everything. And the first time I tried saving someone in real-life, I got so distracted by the screaming civilians … I don’t want what happened to my first patient to happen to any of you.”

Goldstreak fed Billy Two a stale pizza crust. “I promise I’ll keep you alive.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep. You can do everything right, and your patient can still die. Ask your mom if you don’t believe me.”

“I’ve practiced, I’ve stocked and restocked my kit, I read everything you gave me and that I could find on the internet. I’m as good as I’m going to get.”

“And if Billy Two dies, I’ll order Billy Three.”

“Hope it won’t come to that.” Deon yawned. “I’ll get some sleep.”

Alex looked at his smartphone. “It’s that late?”

“Vijay and I were the only ones at dinner, and he went on and on about circuits and stuff. You and Candilyn were in the gym forever.”

“It was an intense session.” Alex flipped through his smartphone. “No text from the chaplain. This is weird.” He tensed. “If Trista’s not back here in fifteen minutes with me or Jenny, call Mister Griffin.”

“You don’t think she escaped, do you?”

“Sometimes I forget she’s a villain.”

Alex ran to the elevator. It seemed to take forever to him to get to the floor where he left Trista with Father Monaghan.

He patted his side to confirm his pistol was there and breathed deep. He created the sand mandala image in his head and swept it away for practice. If she hit him with a psychic attack, he’d be able to overcome it. He hoped.

When the elevator opened, he crept through the hallway’s shadows until he was at the door. He put his ear to it and heard Chaplain Monaghan say, “Seeking forgiveness is always good, but unless you forgive yourself …”

Alex holstered his pistol and knocked on the door.

“Yes?” said Father Monaghan.

“It’s going to be Monday soon.”

Chaplain Monaghan looked at his watch. “My word, is that the time?”

“I’m so sorry,” said Trista. “We’ve been talking for hours.”

“Well, few people can discuss scripture as well as you.”

“I read a lot in prison. And I have to tell you, this is the best day I’ve had since I got out.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Can you come again before next Sunday?”

“I’m free Wednesday evening. Agent O’Farrell can make the arrangements.”

Trista was beaming when she left the room.

“Did you have a good time?” asked Alex.

“It was great talking to someone who didn’t treat me like a monster. Did Lady Amazing call back?”

“Not yet.”

Trista’s smile faded to its usual frown.

“Jenny never came down, so we have to pick her up.”

Trista didn’t say a word as they got on the elevator together.

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