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Sat Aug 12, 2006 at 01:39:23 am EDT
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The Reluctant Superhero -- PART VI
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Jacob tried to turn his head to see past the light a little, but he was wearing dark clothes and little light reflected off of him, making it only possible to see the vague outlines of two or three people standing on the other side of the light. “What’s going on?” Jacob asked, hoping for this to be some big practical joke from his friend. “Where’s Jayson? Tell him he can come out from hiding now! Ha ha. Big laugh. You got me.”

The first voice spoke from further away now. “We were hoping you could tell us the same thing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Where is Jayson?!” the second voice came quickly and sounded very agitated.

“I was supposed to meet him at the Red Robin…”

“We know that.” the first voice broke in, “What we really want to know is where he might be now.” He heard the man get out of a chair and move closer. He stood near enough to the light that he could see that he had white hair. “You see, Jacob… Jayson has something of ours and we were wondering why he would contact you after taking it.”

“What? What did he take? Jayson is not a thief…” Jacob stopped. The sudden realization of the seriousness of what was going on finally sunk into him. “Is this about some sort of intelligence stuff?”

“You see,” the second voice boomed. “I told you we should have waited to move in on him after they met up!! Now all we have here is freakin nerd boy and a lot of unanswered questions!”

“Will you shut up!”

“The dude’s walkin’ around somewhere with our machine and you tell me to shut up?” Jacob heard the rustling of material, like a backpack being dug around in. “Let’s just drug the dork and get what we want!”

“HEY! HEY, there!!!” Jacob called out, really nervous now. “I… I don’t know what Jayson did or where he could have gone! I’m really the last guy you should be asking about this. Really, I haven’t talked to the guy in two years, and that was in a letter!” Jacob started straining at the ropes. Flying might get him free, but it wouldn’t get him out of the room, so he decided not to even attempt it, as they obviously, to a little relief on his part, didn’t know anything about that part of his life.

The white-haired gentleman began to speak to Jacob again, “I’m sorry for the roughness of my companion, but it is of the utmost importance that we retrieve our item from your friend.” A hand unexpectedly came from behind him and rested on his shoulder. Too afraid to look, Jacob only trembled. “If you would be so kind as to tell us some place we might be able to find your friend, we will be on our way and you can go back to life as you know it.”

Jacob thought quickly. He wanted out of this horrific place, but he didn’t want to give his friend up too quickly, so he made up something quickly. “Whe- When we were kids…”

“Yeah?” The second voice sounded interested now instead of intimidating.

“When we were kids, we used to hang at the Ballard Locks.”

“Ballard Locks you say?” The white-haired man asked.

“Yeah. There- there was a place there, near the Puget Sound side… where we would hide under the trees and fish. No- no one ever caught us there.” It was the truth, but not a likely place for someone on the run to go to.

“Thank you very much Mr. Turner.” The white-haired man stood and turned away. “Now you may drug him.” he said to the second man. As the second man came forward, he recognized him as the “John” from in front of Red Robin. There was a poke in his arm and then a blurry swirl of consciousness.

***

“Excuse me sir.” *Tap*Tap*Tap* “Sir, would ya please be rollin down your window?” Jacob had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. Vague bits of memory came to the surface, but all he could recall was a man in front of Red Robin and a really bad feeling. “Sir. I’ll ask ya one last time ta roll down your window and then I’m going to have to break it!” The voice sounded serious. Jacob reached for the knob and, as he began to roll down the window, realized he was in Gasworks Park at night. “Saints be praised!” came a familiar voice from outside his window as he finished rolling it down. “Jacob! Is that you?”

Jacob looked into the flashlight the officer was holding and had a strange memory of a white-haired man who was fairly polite. “Officer? Am I in trouble?”

“Heavens no, Jacob!” Came the familiar voice again. Suddenly he realized he was talking to Officer McFahy. “Yer Father’s been worried sick about ya Jacob! Where ya been the last few days?”

Jacob tried to think, but again all he could recall were vague images and a white-haired man. “I… I don’t know.”

“Well, ya look like somethin the cat dragged in.” Officer McFahy shined his flashlight around Jacob’s minivan. “Are ya feelin all right enough ta drive then?”

“Actually, no.” Jacob said, and then he collapsed on his steering wheel.





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