(Just adding a bit more to the last post here. Enjoy)
I had parked in an alley between a hardware store and a junk shop. When I reached the car, Mallory was already behind the wheel, smiling mischievously and certainly pleased with herself.
“Hop in,” she said through the open window, before I could speak, “I’m driving.”
“Like hell you are,” I snapped. “Get out.”
“Listen, Peters,” she said, smirking. “If you really want to make a scene on a quiet, northern morning, after seriously fucking up a pair of local gangsters, go for it. Otherwise, I’m driving.”
She had me, and knew it. The last thing I could afford was unwanted attention. Besides, a physical fight between the two of us would be more than noticeable.
I got in and buckled up, instructing Mal to do the same. “You already look like a freak,” I told her, “so we won’t be giving the police any more reasons to stop us today.”
“Fine,” she said, and laughed. She started the car out of town, driving by Foundation Street. Two cruisers had already arrived, cherries blazing and sirens silent.
“They sure took their time,” she commented.
“For a town like this, they did alright,” I said. “No gunshots or screaming reported. They were like lightning.”
We drove in silence for a while. Mal kept us heading to the main roads out of town while I nervously tried to appreciate the rural scenery. I was content to stay quiet; I didn’t want to know why she was here. Before we reached the last turnoff to the major highway, she pulled into a coffee shop drive thru.
“We’re barely twenty minutes out of town,” I spoke up. “This is a bad idea.”
“I’m hungry now,” Mal said, as if I had not spoken. “And we were already seen by several people. You must be peckish, too, unless you stuffed yourself this morning.”
A dozen doughnuts and two coffees with three sugars were ordered. Mal smiled at the disinterested clerk like we were out for a Sunday drive. She hit the highway and set the cruise at one twenty. She started packing down the doughnuts.
“Sure you don’t want one?” she asked after the sixth one disappeared. “They aren’t the best, but I’ve had a lot worse.”
“I’m fine. Just keep your eyes on the road.” The coffee just tasted like sugar. The calorie value was the only thing that mattered.
Mallory left two in the box for me. I would be hungry soon and she knew it.
“You know,” she continued, sipping her coffee, “if I ever revert to normal I think I’m going to let myself go. I couldn’t manage a diet if I tried. Food is just too good, you know, especially the crap stuff. How could I live on healthy food?” She paused to light a cigarette.
“This is a rental,” I spoke harshly.
She looked at me with a smile, cigarette hanging from her lips. She took a few insolent puffs before stubbing it out on the dash. “There,” she challenged. “Happy now?”
I rubbed my temples. I had forgotten how difficult Mal could be when she wanted to. I settled myself enough to accept two important facts: Mal was here to tell me something and I probably didn’t want to know it. The rest were details. The sooner I got this out of the way, the more likely she was to go away.
“Okay,” I spoke calmly, rubbing the frustration from my temples, “what is it? Why did you come here?”
“Long story,” she said, a hint of seriousness creeping in. “It’s a good thing we have time. There is a crisis, but not the usual kind. This one affects us directly. The timing of it sucks, too, so all the rogues are being called in.”
“This sounds awfully familiar, Mal. Am I going to get the usual lines about saving the world and living up to my potential?” These were the type of lines they fed you, making it feel like a superhero moment when they needed your skills in action. It was rarely a minor intervention or casual job; high pressure was the intended motivator, as though it were enticing.
“Except this is the real deal,” Mal answered, a distant look on her face spooking me at the same time. “I’m not shitting you in any way.”
“You went through all this trouble,” I said, ready to call her bluff, “so I’ll nibble at the bait. Let’s hear it.”
Mal pursed her lips slightly before speaking. “The Program, our cooperative arrangement with the federal security agencies, and even our own necks are in deep trouble. Technically, it affects us all, which is why they are calling everyone in.”
“What kind of threat are we talking about?”
“I’m not supposed to give you any more than I already have,” Mal sighed. “Unfortunately, you are as predictable as hell and I know you’ll fight me the whole way if I don’t do better. So here is the teaser: the government is making moves to eliminate the program and us with it.”
“That talk was in the wind even before I left,” I countered. “Corbin has always handled that end, anyway. You have to do better than that.”
“Corbin is…” The word caught in her throat, her tone somber. “…is not well.” She popped another cigarette into her mouth and lit it. This time I said nothing. She took a long drag and continued.
“I won’t go into much more detail, Peters. The information about our elimination came to us accidentally. There is more to it, of course. All I can say is that the intelligence we have right now is extremely legit.”
“What is wrong with Corbin?” I asked abruptly.
“You already know more than you should,” she snapped back. “Just go with this for once, will you?”
I wasn’t feeling like going back. It was a part of my life that I remembered too well and despised too much. Still, Corbin was Corbin. He was something of a father figure to the members of the program. In most cases, he had either saved our lives or made them worth living. It was unlikely that Mal would use his health as a ploy to bring me in, not like this. I was stuck, and however much I hated it, I knew it.
“Fine,” I said, angrier than intended, “I will go.”
“Where exactly is this meeting?” I asked, more gently.
“Not far, actually,” she said. “Just enjoy the drive.”
This was not likely to happen. I had too much to think about to just enjoy a drive to an unknown place, to meet people I would rather avoid and see a man I cared about in a state of illness. My plans for an easy fortune and a quiet retirement seemed gone already. What the hell could I do? Even if I could ditch Mal, with violence or not, neither of which were foregone conclusions, where would I go? Where could I hide that they wouldn’t find me, eventually? And then, how would I feel about abandoning Corbin when he might need me? It was not worth thinking about. I reclined the seat slightly and reached for the remaining doughnuts. I had a feeling I would need the calories.