Sunday, September 3, 2017

A Dancer in the Infinite - Chapter 73


Chapter 73 Worry at Wonderland.



     “She’s been gone for a day and half” Barry said.  He was worried.  There was no getting around it.   He knew concern had knit new furrows in his face.  He looked at Jackie, she looked pretty worried too.

     All across the multiverse, reports came in just before their sources went silent that yet another Marie Brabant had been killed in what seemed to be some kind of assault on the other versions of the Chateau.  They were dropping like flies.  Then they got the news that one, or at least one, of the Marie’s was a Toxie agent and had killed hundreds of other Maries.  He would not leave the Egg room, except when it was his turn to man the Mawacky.  He would just stare at the space where the Egg had been and longed for it to return.  He wasn’t religious, but he wished he was so he could at least pray to God for her safe return.  He couldn’t imagine that if there was a God, such a being would be inclined to grant the prayers of someone who as a point of intellectual pride, didn’t believe in God.

     “Yes, Barry, we know.  But, there’s nothing we can do about it but wait and hope.” Jackie was trying to be rational.

     Luke came into the room.  “You two are going to want to come in here.  Jenkins wants everyone, the whole team assembled in the Freezer, we’re getting a message.”

     “A message?  From who,” asked Jackie.

     “From Wally.”



 Everyone was gathered around the large computer screen in the Freezer room.  On the screen a refreshed and calm looking Wallace Patel appeared with a mildly impatient expression adorning his features.

     “About time,” his voice came over the speaker.  “Where’s Marie?”  His attention was directed only on Barry. “I wanted her  to hear this, even more than I wanted Stan and Jenkins to.”

     “She’s in the bathroom,” said Barry, trying to sound bored.

     “Away visiting old hippies, most likely.  How’s the head, Barry?  Sorry about the nasty thump I gave you with my gun handle, but you know how it is.”

     “It’s fine, Wally.  How’s the jaw?”

     “Completely healed, my Masters can heal all ailments in seconds.”

     “And I assume you weaseled your way out of police custody with their help as well?”

     “Correct, We control the local constabulary at this time.  It was a mere formality, they escorted me to the station, I relayed them orders, no paper work filed.  It’s nice to own the police.  I see why your criminals like to do it.”

     Stan had gotten impatient, “What the hell is this about, Patel?”

     “Ah, dear Stan, still can’t control yourself, I see.  Rian, you should leash your dog.  And you…” he redirected his attention to Barry, you look awfully worried, Bar…oh, don’t tell me…your Marie hasn’t returned from her last trip yet?  You lost her on her second trip?  My, my, you should be more careful with your Marie Brabants…I hear they’re going extinct at an alarming rate.”

That said,” He directed his attention over the whole group.  “If she does come back…we are hoping there won’t be a next time.  And we are prepared to make you an offer along those lines.”

     “What do you have to offer us?” said Rian Jenkins sternly and tersely, “And why should we trust anything you have to say?”

     “Look!  He speaks!  Will wonders never cease.  I don’t think I heard you say that many words in my four years working under you, Rian.” Patel laughed at his own humor.

     “We are prepared to offer you your lives, and we are even prepared to allow you to continue your work with the Freezer and Mawacky.  We only ask that you discontinue working with the Egg and with your Ms Brabant.  Other versions of your gang of misfit scientists have already mocked up the Multiverse enough.  We are drawing a line here.  It ends now.  Or you do.”

     “Brave words,” Stan nearly shouted, “We have you blocked from the mountain…you can’t touch us here.”

     “Haven’t you gotten the news?  In countless universes, chateaus just exactly like this one with people exactly like you are falling to us.  So, you should revise your expectations of what we can and can’t do.   If you continue with your experiments, you’ll find out exactly what We are capable of.  If you continue your present course, you will all die horrible, painful deaths.  And, I’ll remind you…you all have family’s that aren’t on your mountain, or most of you do.  We will torture them to death first, and then we will storm your mountain and your castle, and make you pray for death.  We will take you to the very edge of it, heal you, and do it again and again…forever.  This is Our warning.  I recommend you heed it.  Discontinue your work with the Egg, and send our Ms. Brabant from your fortress of ineptitude when and if she returns..by…tomorrow…or We will come and get her Ourselves, and make your lives hell itself for all eternity.  Have a nice day.”

     “What if she doesn’t come back?” asked Stan.

     “Then, my dear Stan, you will have yourselves a problem.”

     And with that, the screen went blank.

     The room erupted in many voices talking at once, many loud and concerned.   It was boisterous chaos, a cacophony of anguish and worry, defiance and abject cowardice.

     “We have to give in” said one voice, though Barry couldn’t pin down exactly who said it.

     “Never!” another shouted back, the speaker again unknown do the vocal chaos exploding within the room.

     “Shut up, Everyone!”  Renee shouted.  “This isn’t helping.”

     The fearful and courageous shouting quickly faded into a murmur and all turned to look at him.

     “Quite right, Renee,” said Jenkins “Don’t you think, this is exactly what Patel was trying to accomplish?  With a few threats, we’re at each others’ throats.”

     Even the murmuring fell quiet.

     “Hey shouted,” Luke, “We got an Egg coming back!  Marie’s coming back.”

     “A Marie is coming back, she might not be our Marie, and she could be the evil Marie,” Jenkins pointed out.  Barry hated him for it, in that second, but he knew he was right.  “Someone get a gun and cover the Egg until we can sort this mess out.”



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