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Date Posted: 03:04:46 05/22/11 Sun
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: Chapter 24 - Michael - Rated R for language
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "The Recruit (working title) - Michael pre-LFN story" on 03:47:50 04/25/11 Mon

Chapter 24 – Michael (Rated R for language)

The party was in full swing by the time Michael got back from the mission. A number of recruits and a few operatives were gathered around Adam in the mess hall. The group was cheering Adam on as he did downed an Irish Car Bomb. Adam slammed the empty glass on the table and yelled at the top of his lungs.

Adam: “I made that my b*tch! Who’s next? Clive! Have another one!”

Clive: “I already did 6!”

Adam: “I don’t care, it’s my party and you have to do what I say.”

Clive: “Oh alright. Cheers!” Clive chugged the glass and grimaced as the group laughed.

Adam looked around for his next victim and saw Michael near the door. He beamed mischievously: “Michael! Your turn!”

“No thank you.”

Adam: “I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to get drunk with me. Chris, make Michael a car bomb.”

Michael looked over to Chris who gave him a questioning look. “One drink.”

Adam: “Hell yeah!”

Chris put a tall glass of beer and the shot glass. Michael dropped the shot into the glass and gulped down the concoction. The group cheered when he finished the glass and slammed it on the table. “God that’s awful! How can you drink this stuff?”

They laughed as Adam clapped a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You don’t drink it for the taste. You drink to get wasted. Am I right gang?”

The group cheered in response. Adam: “Another round for everyone!”

Michael turned down the beer Adam tried to hand him. He shook his head at Adam who was giving him his best pitiful expression.

Adam: “Come on! I survived my final evaluation and now I want to get sh*t faced!”

“Go ahead.”

Adam: “It’s no fun drinking alone!”

He quirked his eye brow at that statement and gestured around the room at the room full of intoxicated people. “You have plenty of people drinking with you.”

Adam: “You should loosen up! Get drunk; hook up with some fine ladies. Speaking of ladies, why aren’t there any here? Hey, I thought you’re supposed to get them.”

“Was I?”

Adam: “Yeah! You don’t think any of us can attract the fine honeys.”

Clive: “Hey speak for yourself!”

Adam: “I don’t see any women here do you?”

Clive looked around the room and shook his head. “So now that you can go outside of Section, you don’t have any more excuses when you strike out.”

Adam: “Oh I won’t be striking out. Michael’s been telling me some trick of the trade. I’ll be beating them off with a stick.”

A few recruits looked at Michael in interest. Clive: “What have you been telling him?”

“I told him to do the opposite of what he wants to do.”
Clive doubled over in laughter, while Adam protested: “Hey!”

Christ passed another drink to Adam: “Here, drown your sorrow in that.”

Adam shrugged and downed the drink. He slammed the glass down and belched loudly. “Another round!”

*****

It was difficult hauling a drunk, uncoordinated Adam down to his Section quarters, made even more so since Adam kept hitting on every woman he came across. It didn’t help that Adam outweighed him by 40 pounds, was 2 inches taller, and with two left feet. They finally got to Adam’s room and he dropped down to the bed like a log.

“You okay? Do you need some water, a trash can?”

“I’s good. Hey did you have fun?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Good.”

“Did you need anything?”

“Um…water...yeah.”

Michael got him a glass of water from the restroom as well as the trash basket. He handed the glass to Adam who looked at it like he didn’t know what do to with it.

“I’ll let you get some rest. Good night.”

“Wait, Michael.”

“Yes?”

“Can you believe that I’ll get to live outside of Section? I can’t believe it’s been two years.”

“That should be nice.”

“Hey, just let me know if you want me to bring you anything from the outside. You know beer, cigarettes, porno mags, hookers?” The last was said with a mischievous grin and a wink.

“No thanks.”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get to see my ugly mug plenty even if I’m no longer a recruit. Heck we’d probably be on missions together.”

“That would be nice. Get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go!”

Michael turned around and found to his shock Adam crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to be alone. Every time I close my eyes I see them again.”

“Who?”

“The people I killed tonight as part of the mission.”

“Tell me about it.”

Adam wept as he described his final test. He had been sent in to retrieve a computer disc from a weapons procurer. What Section didn’t tell him was that the man hadn’t been alone, but with two hookers. His order had been to obtain the disc and eliminate the target. Since he couldn’t leave witnesses he had to cancel the collaterals as well.

“I can’t get their screams out of my mind. One of the girl looked just like my sister. I almost couldn’t pull the trigger. The only reason I did it is because I didn’t want to die.”

“That’s all you can do here in Section, to survive.”

“That’s no way to live.”

“No, it’s not.”

Adam’s sobs have subsided, but he still looked like a wreck with blood shot eyes and dripping nose. Michael handed him some tissues and some more water.

“Will you stay until after I’ve fallen asleep?”

“Alright.”

“Thank you.”

Adam curled up in a ball on top of the bed, looking like an overgrown lost boy. He thought pensively about the happy façade Adam had put on during the party. Behind that cheerful exterior Adam had been hiding a river of pain. It was a mask he had perfected so well that no one had once thought there would be pain lurking underneath. Michael kept watch long after Adam’s choppy breathing soothed and he started snoring.

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