This choice: The car you were chasing pulls up • Go Back...Chapter #3KGB Confusion by: Unknown The sputter of a state-engineered engine rumbles and clanks nearby, steadily rolling closer. You look in your cracked mirror and see the one-eyed glow of an injured beast crawling toward you with a whine of steam. Thickly accented voices direct each other, "There! He is there!" Waiting inside your car for their approach, you keep one hand by your side, ready to draw if necessary, though you may fall into slumber before your guests arrive.
"Stop! Brake!" the dark-suited passenger shouts to the driver, who replies with an appropriately aggravated exclamation. They came to you, it's still their move. They raised the stakes high earlier, but now both sides seem hobbled in this sudden darkness. The two former officers hurry from their vehicle, but approach you with empty hands shown high. "Sterling? You are Sterling?"
You give no response beyond a sharp eye still watching for any sudden movements. "That's close enough gentlemen," you halt them well outside your door. The two men murmur to one another in Russian, something including your name. "Speak up!" You open your door and step toward them.
"I was," the talkative passenger continues, "You are Jack Sterling. We were warned of you. Just what I said." You ease your gaze on them only slightly, this whole situation still unsettling. "Mister Sterling, you have looked around?" Come to think of it, no, you hadn't yet, but now this could be a deceptive maneuver of theirs. The man points up to the dark sky, and all three of you view an abnormally large star above, pulsing directly overhead.
"What is that?" you ponder, a haze of pale, orange light beaming down from this object. You do not have to wait long for an answer, as the mustached driver replies, "Is a lamp. A streetlamp. Look." He motions an arm over his shoulder then over yours, revealing a whole row of equally spaced lamps receding into either horizon. You shout, "Blast! What have you done? What is going on here?"
The driver takes harsh offense to your remark, but the passenger holds him with his heavy English, "We have done nothing! It is you!" There is an awkward, questioning pause as you each consider the truth of the other. He concludes, "We are small." The driver echoes, "Very small." Now your turn, "And not one of us knows how it happened." You all agree in deep thought.
The driver speaks up, "What we do now?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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