Lord, Grant Me The
Freedom…
Part 23
"Only
our individual faith in freedom can keep us free."
Dwight D. Eisenhower
8 weeks to
go.
'Is it
ready?'
'Ready and in
the system,' Sydney's voice responded calmly. 'Broots put it in yesterday,
purporting to come from you to me in our usual style.'
'Great.'
Jarod smiled.
'Are you
going to tell me the purpose?'
'You mean you
haven't guessed?'
'Please, no
games, Jarod.'
'It's quite
simple. This is the first step in the downfall of the Centre, as we all now
know it.'
'But not it's
complete destruction.'
'No. It still
has functions, uses, which people could work with.'
'People being
you.'
'Possibly. I
haven't really thought much beyond the next few months. I might play some sort
of role in it, but I'm not entirely sure.'
'What else is
involved?'
'Eventually?
Those involved in the upper echelons of the Centre, or at least those who are
still alive, will somehow need to be removed. I don't exactly know how yet,
although I do have a few plans up my sleeve.'
'Such as?'
The Pretender
chuckled softly, and aggravatingly, before starting to explain.
'Jarod?' a
female voice murmured in his head.
'Right here.'
'Are you
okay?'
'I'm fine,
really.'
'You don't
sound fine.'
'It's
just...well, there's only a few weeks left and...'
'I
understand, baby.'
'I know you
do.' Jarod shook his head and tried to smile. 'How's the drug going?'
'Almost
finished. Sam had a lot of fun pretending to be a chemist so that we could get
the things we needed. I think it's given him a greater insight into how it
would feel to be you.'
"Wait
until he has a few deaths on his conscience. Then see what he feels like,"
Jarod muttered the thought aloud before fully realizing what he had said and
trying to take the words back.
'Jarod, dear,
I know how hard it's been for you to realize what was happening with your
simulations.'
'But you were
never aware of their final use, were you? Please tell me you didn't know.'
Jarod's begging was made in the tones of the small boy that the woman used to
comfort during the dark nights when he was assailed by nightmares.
'I never knew
why the buyers wanted that particular information. And if I thought that it
would be used negatively, I tried to abort the sale. Of course, it usually
didn't work.'
'I'm sorry. I
shouldn't be making you think about it. Let's get back the original topic. So
the drug will be ready in a few days. And it will be in the necessary form.'
'Ready for
releasing into the air, as required. They'll never know what hit them.'
'And that was
always the original idea. I hate to have to take anyone's past away from them,
but, in these circumstances, I think it's necessary.'
'We've nearly
finished making the film that will be required. It contains photos of Sydney,
you, Sam and the rest of us.'
'How long
does it last?'
'Long enough,
Jarod. Plenty long enough.'
"Two
months and still absolutely no sign! It's impossible! You aren't doing
enough!" Raines turned and glared at the gang of sweepers in the room.
"There's no possibility that they can have completely disappeared! They
have to be somewhere, so you can't be looking hard enough. And now she's
disappeared too!"
"Calm
down, Raines. You'll give yourself a heart attack. They will be found. There
aren't that many places that a group of four or five people can hide without
being seen. Even Jarod didn't manage - "
"And
where is Jarod? There's been no sign of him for months."
"Uh...Mr
Raines, sir...there was an email from Jarod to Sydney this morning."
"Did you
trace it?"
"We're...doing
it now...sir." A small bead of sweat ran down the man's face. The
brainwashing had instilled terror into every sweeper and the natural reaction
was the trembling which made both Raines and his associate feel so powerful.
"Well,
when it's done, I want to know immediately. Understand?"
"Y...yes,
sir."