said it to herself before continuing to question me, “What did you watch? When did you watch it?”
I supposed I should have been a little more wary of how much Anka already knew about me and my “power” but too much had happened for me to hold back the truth.
“I watched some Walker Texas Ranger , The Matrix, and just before I got off the MAX I watched a YouTube video on my phone of that wrist lock.”
“So you can actually mimic what you see?”
“As far as I know I can. What’s happened to me?”
“That’s classified.”
“Bullshit! It’s happening to me. You can’t classify my brain.”
“Oh, but we can, Mr. Tosh.”
Anka using my last name made me feel like I was back in school with my fourth grade teacher Mrs. Grundy. She always called the students by their last names. It seemed like the way she maintained an emotional distance between herself and the students. Anka appeared to know the technique.
“Fine. Then everything I know is classified. I’m sorry, but you don’t have the clearance to ask any more questions.”
One of her eyebrows shot up and I could see the pulse in her jaw as she clenched and unclenched her teeth. Maybe that wasn’t the nicest thing to say to someone who’d just saved my life, but I was mad. All this mess wasn’t worth the fifty bucks, which I still hadn’t had time to spend. As I watched her slowly get control of her anger, I felt my frustration subside too. When she smiled at me, I returned it.
“Look, Corey, I’m doing my best to help you here. I actually don’t have all the information though. So when I say ‘it’s classified’ what I actually mean is that I don’t know. I’m not that high up the chain. My job is to bring you in, do a field debriefing and get you prepped for my bosses. I’m not trying to jerk you around. I’m trying to be your friend.”
“Who are your bosses? How do I know that I want to go and talk to them? Your boss, Dr. Grosskopf, didn’t turn out to be too nice.”
“He was never my boss. I was sent there to keep an eye on his research. I work for…the government. The doctor was working on something that the government wants…contained. You’ve seen yourself how powerful a tool it is to be able to instantly learn something. My bosses want to make sure that ability is used in the best interest of national security.”
Listening to Anka I heard flashes of genuine honesty mixed in with canned phrases that could show up in any campaign speech. I decided to keep going along with her, at least until something changed. She, at least, seemed to want me alive and healthy, so that was an improvement over the twins.
“So what do we do now?”
“We need to get to Seattle where my office is. My boss there can explain more and you’ll be safe from the people trying to track you down.”
“Who’s trying to track me? What do Gnarls Burl-kley and the Fresh Prince of Burl Air want with me?”
Anka just stared at me for a long time before sighing again - there goes another man-point.
“They work for the…”
Change of Plans
Anka’s phone beeped, interrupting her explanation. She pulled it out immediately and answered.
“Go for Fedora.”
“Your name’s Fedora?” I laughed.
“Shhhhhh.”
“Like that hat?”
She silently sighed at me and went into the hotel bathroom and shut the door.
I looked around the room to see what I could see. It really was a nice view of the Columbia. The underside of the I-5 bridge maybe wasn’t as lovely, but the overall effect was slightly on the positive side. I decided that I’d like to get some air, so I walked over to the door and tried to open it. It didn’t move. I flipped the switch, assuming that it had been locked, and tried again. Nothing. I searched for the bar in the track, the classiest of security measures. There was none. I flipped the switch again and tugged harder. Maybe it was jammed. Not a twitch. I looked at the top track and saw a pin or something. I reached up