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The Reluctant Superhero -- PART VIII
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PART VIII

Jacob got home at about two thirty and plopped down on his sofa wanting the memories of the past week to just disappear, but something Jayson said at their last parting wasn’t settling too well on his mind. The whole idea that his relatively unnoticed life was making a spotlight in Government Intelligence circles didn’t give him much comfort, especially because of his special abilities. Sooner or later, someone other than Jayson would find out, if they hadn’t already, and that didn’t help Jacob get much sleep the last few days of his stay in the hospital. Jacob pushed the thoughts aside for a moment and turned on the Cartoon channel to help numb his brain.


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*Three Days Earlier in and abandoned bunker on a naval base in the Puget Sound.*

“Soldier, we’ve got some bad news for you.” The general in front of him was nameless, as were most of the people that Jayson was used to working with the last few years. If it weren’t for the uniform and the fact that he had a photo from Intel identifying him as a high-ranking superior that he was to report to, Jayson would have treated him like an inferior and try to get information out of him. This was an important meeting and, at the moment, Jayson didn’t like where this conversation was headed. “The package that you delivered showed no metaphysical irregularities.”

“You’re saying that there’s no genetic reasoning behind it?”

“Sorry, soldier. I know you had your hopes set on an answer, but our top scientists have found nothing in the sample you provided.”

“Damn!” Jayson hit the table with his fist. He ran his other hand through his hair and thought quickly. “What about the MRI? Did it detect anything that we might be able to recreate?”

“Again, I’m sorry soldier.” the general moved around the table. “You remind me of your father, full of ambition and ties in high places.” Jayson looked up, still taking everything in. It wasn’t surprising that this man knew his father. Not many high-ranking officials in Washington didn’t know who his father was, or about his reputation. It was a reputation that Jayson carried on in pride. The general looked him square in the eye, “But the only way we’re going to get what you want, is through convincing your friend to come in and join our cause.”

Jayson had thought of this too, but Jacob would never be convinced of something as crazy as joining the elite in Intel. Nor did Jacob have the backbone to do anything the government asked of him. “It won’t work. He’s too weak.”

“Son, if this man can really fly like you say he can…”

“What do you take me for?” Jayson yelled as he stood out of his chair. “I’m not some school brained kid who imagines flying men, I’ve passed every mental evaluation since joining the force, and there is no history of mental illness in my family or I wouldn’t have the job I have!” Jayson was fuming. “Don’t patronize me! I know what I saw…” Then he remembered who he was talking to and straightened up a bit. “…Sir.”

“I’m not denying you, only cross-examining you,” the general said with a look of satisfaction. Jayson suddenly felt unsure of what was going on. “You see, son, what we have here is the ultimate secret weapon- if we can get him to work for the government.” Jayson stopped fuming and began assessing what was being said, just as he had been trained to do, to make the best prediction from what evidence he was able to gather. “But, as your friend won’t likely come in on his own…”

“Are you proposing that we persuade him to come into the organization and then glean from him what we can about his ability to fly through other necessary means?”
“That’s precisely what I’m saying son.” The general picked up his coat off of a rack near the door. “And there’s only one person I know who can do that, and I’m talking to him.”

“But how am I supposed to…”

“Forget your training already soldier?” the general looked at him with a grin and turned to walk out the door. Before he closed it, he looked over his shoulder and said with a grin, “Gain his trust…”





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