D. Wearmouth - First Activation

I pulled her up from the couch.

“You want to see Martina, right?”

She nodded.

“Then the only realistic way I can see us getting on top of this situation is if we do what he says. I’m not sure why he’s even giving us an offer though, are you?”

“No, but I guess you’re right.”

“Maybe it’s because we survived the activation, took out a few of his cronies and made it to Monroe with Lea?” Jack replied.

“Yeah, I suppose. What do we gain by going down in a blaze of glory?” I said.

Jack shrugged his shoulders.

“Guys, you’re not serious?”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a brainwashed labourer, I don’t want Jack getting killed either. Think about Martina.”

“Are you sure there’s no other way?” Lea said.

I could see Jack was thinking, his eyes moved from side to side.

“We’re out of options, let’s go through and see him,” he said.

Lea stepped to one side.

“Just remember, we’ll be driving away in a Ferrari and not in the back of a hearse. That should keep our minds focused,” I said to both of them.

We walked through the entrance at the back of the room, which led into a kitchen. Ron was standing next to what looked like a control panel.

“You’ve made the smart decision,” he said, and then pressed a button on the panel, “Stand down, guys.”

Ron walked over to me and shook my hand.

“Welcome to Genesis Alliance.”

He stepped across to Jack, so I took the opportunity to have a closer look at the control panel. It looked like something designed in the nineteen seventies, much like the décor of his house.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Jack’s arm rise to meet Ron’s handshake. As it carried on in an upwards motion past the height of Ron’s chest, I turned to look.

Jack pulled the trigger.

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