Thursday, May 5, 2011

Segmented

Controller Gustav scans the frequencies again and wonders if he's been nodding off. He knew taking an Everett into the field this long was a stupid idea, he just hadn't known how to phrase "stupid idea" to the Arbiter when he was given the assignment.
He sighs and screws his face up, thinking. Standing outside and yelling the Everett's name doesn't seem like a viable option, but it's one of the few left on his list so he doesn't strike it. He could contact a Director, see if the Everett's shifted into another fragment, but there was really no way to go about that without sounding like he'd lost his man, which he had. In any case, he really didn't think the Everett had shifted somewhere else, call it a hunch. Nor did he believe he was dead.
Gustav looks at the link box and knows the Arbiter will try to contact him soon, that he hasn't already he can only chalk up to professional courtesy. He chuckles to himself, wondering if the courtesy would extend to a blindfold when he was summarily executed for treason, which he will undoubtedly be charged with, by VChicago.
The last few days he'd spent pounding the streets of this fragment, half-thinking he'd bump into the Everett, Pedaf, playing darts or hell, working a soup kitchen, for all he knew. But no go, Pedaf was no where to be found, and Gustav was left holding the bag.
Briefly he considers not contacting VChicago, just...unplugging. He imagines living a life where at any moment, the VCF would come knocking down his door and dragging his ass back home, too.
He looks at the four subjects, black and white, splayed out on his desk. Maybe Pedaf met his match with one of these things, barely human. There should never have been just one Everett sent after those four Sebastians, what the hell had the Arbiter been thinking? Why had he agreed? Pride? Something to prove?
Had the Arbiter sent him on some suicide mission? Why not just kill him, then go through this much trouble?
He grabbed a pen and flipped one of the pictures, began scrawling a list on the back, lists always helped him think.

FOUR SEBASTIANS ESCAPE QUARANTINE

I'M SENT TO FIND THEM------BECAUSE I'M A SEBASTIAN CONTROLLER...AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR LOSING THEM?

I'M TOLD NOT TO USE ANOTHER SEBASTIAN TO FIND THEM, TO USE AN EVERETT. I AM GIVEN EVERETT PEDAF TRUMAN.

I BRING PEDAF TO THIS FRAGMENT, EXPLAIN MISSION, SET HIM LOOSE

PEDAF KILLS SUBJECT J---BUT MILITARY INVOLVED???---CAPTAIN DAVIS IN ENTROOP'S LAB--WOUNDED--

LAST I SEE PEDAF IS IN ENTROOP'S LAB WITH DAVIS--DAVIS SENT HOME???


I CONTACT ARBITER, REPORT J DEAD. ARB WARNS ABOUT FORESTER--LINK SEVERED WHEN I ASK ABOUT MILITARY.

WHERE IS EVERETT PEDAF TRUMAN??????

Controller Gustav sighs and scans the frequencies again, looking for something, anything. The list hadn't helped as much as he hoped it would.

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