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Codename: Borg By Geoffrey C. Porter The movie was letting out, and I lost my two sisters in the crowd leaving for the parking lot. I figured they stopped at the bathroom since they had bladders like chestnuts. I pulled my Toyota Corolla up to the curb by the exit and watched for them. I felt the car move. I looked in the rearview mirror, and a car was against mine pushing on me. I snapped. I slammed the car in park, threw the emergency brake, and climbed out. I leapt onto the other car's hood. I made a fist with my right and raised it high over my head. I brought it down hard on the other car's windshield and winced in pain. The windshield spiderwebbed. A man hopped out of the driver's side of the car carrying a bat. I hopped off the car and snarled, "Come on, motherfucker!" He came at me. I lashed out with my fingers of my left hand in a spear at his throat. He choked, and I clobbered him with my right across the jaw. He raised the bat as if he was going to swing it at me, and I grabbed for it. He tried to wrestle it out of my grip, but I was too strong for him. He let go of the bat with his left and clocked me in the nose. I pulled the bat from his hand and tossed it aside. He lashed out with his right, and I ducked down low aiming my fist for his groin. He crumpled onto the ground like most do when you punch them in the groin. I heard a whistle. Two mall security guards had their guns out pointing at me. I raised my hands and said, "He started it! He came at me with a bat!" One of the security guards smiled, "We caught it on tape. You'll have to come with us and answer a few questions." The other guard put cuffs on my assailant and dragged him to his feet. I didn't want to go with the security guards. I had a small satchel of marijuana in my left pocket, and if they found it, I'd likely get a ticket, and they'd take my shit. I typically wouldn't even be traveling with it, but before the movie my sisters wanted to get stoned. I went with the security guards. They hauled the other guy off to another room. They sat me down in a chair. I said, "What's this all about? You said you caught it on tape. I'm not at fault." One guard said, "If you want to file charges, we'll have to call in the police." A man in a three piece suit entered the room and smiled from ear-to-ear. This new man asked, "Have we got the right guy?" The guard said, "I think so." The man in the suit smiled at me and said, "My name is Jones. Does your hand hurt? Would you like some aspirin?" I noticed, my hand did hurt a little, but not like there were any broken bones. I said, "I'm allergic to aspirin." Jones said, "Have some anyways. It'll help you think." "No. I'll get sick as fuck, man." The guard said, "Are you sure he's the one?" Jones nodded, "Go over him with a metal detector. See if he's armed." "I'm not armed!" The guard took out a hand held metal detector and started running it along my body. I had my hands on my pants trying to cover up the bulge from the weed. It beeped when it neared my hands. Fuck, I thought, does it detect drugs? Jones said, "We got the right guy." I said, "Look, it was just a little scuffle. Nobody was hurt. There's no need to press charges." Jones smiled, "Take the aspirin. You'll feel better." "I'm ALLERGIC!" Neither the security guards nor Jones said anything. I said, "Can I go?" Jones pulled out a cellphone and dialed. He asked quite simply, "Is the car ready?" He nodded. "You can go," he said. I frowned. I walked out of the mall expecting to find my two sisters in a rage waiting by my car. I walked up to my car, and I noticed it had all four wheel covers. I had lost two. I know I had. I looked at the license plate. It was mine. I stepped up to the driver's side. I noticed the emblem on the side by the engine compartment. It read: Corolla Military Sport. I was like, what the hell? I looked in the car. Black leather seats and a five speed gear shifter where my automatic was. The car was off and locked. I went around to the passenger side to stash the marijuana in the bottom of the glove box and look to see who the car belonged to. My key unlocked the passenger door, and I climbed inside. I opened the glove box and looked at the title. The car was mine. The insurance card was up to date of course. Then I saw the 9mm Beretta. My mouth dropped open. I felt the weight of the gun and knew it was loaded. I turned the interior light on in the car and started rifling through the glove box. I found a modern fragmentation grenade: smooth all round and just smaller than a baseball. How did I know it was a fragmentation grenade? I found a larger canister of sorts with a similar pin, and the letters WP stamped on its side. I knew I had found an incendiary white phosphorous grenade. How did I know? The driver's car door opened, and the most beautiful girl of Asian descent climbed into the car with me. She wore black leather that shined under the street lights. She had a look about her of someone not to be trifled with. I said, "What are you doing? Who are you?" "Did you take the aspirin?" she replied. "No! I'm allergic." "You need some aspirin, Borg." "What did you call me?" "I called you Borg. That's your name. It's not Henry." "Who are you?" "Sphinx." She grabbed my car keys and turned the machine on. She cranked the wheel, and we started rocketing through the parking lot. The car sounded like an airplane engine whistling up a torrent. She dropped it in second and the wheels chirped. She turned out of the parking lot onto the main road without letting off the accelerator. I shouted, "Stop the car!" "No." "Who are you?" "We used to be partners. They retired you. You did your ten missions. Only, Centurian is back in business, and the agency needs you." The name Centurian rang a bell in my mind, but I couldn't place it. I thought back. I tried to think back. "Take the aspirin." I looked over at the woman driving at breakneck speeds and tried to remember. I'd never seen her before in my life. She steered the car onto the freeway. She was doing maybe 130 mph. The car made it clear from its smooth vibrations that it would happily go faster. I said, "EXPLAIN. NOW." "You smashed a car windshield tonight without breaking a bone. The bones in your hands are steel reinforced." "What?" "We learned the technique from the Chor'Tan. It's a kind of osmosis of steel and flesh. I had my feet done. Some people have their whole bodies done, but they end up spending most of their life training with weights so they can move." "Chor'Tan?" "One of three alien species we've been in contact with." "What?" "Aliens. Don't you watch movies?" "Why don't I remember any of this? I think you're crazy." "You don't remember because you went through the conditioning. Everybody who retires goes through the conditioning. Aspirin will reverse it." "You're full of shit! Stop the car right now!" She peered forward and pressed the accelerator down even more. She took the exit for the airport. Quite calmly, she said, "Do you see that black Mustang in the distance? That's our target. No matter what you do, don't put a bullet in the trunk." I sat bewildered. She opened the sun roof on the car and said, "Take the wheel!" She stood up in her seat and let go of the wheel. I grabbed it. She poked her head up through the sun roof and drew a Beretta like in the glove box. She shouted, "Drive! Stay close to the Mustang!" I climbed under her into the driver's seat. The Mustang's driver must have seen us, for blue jets of fire streamed out of the car's exhaust, and it accelerated away from us. Sphinx shouted, "Faster!" I pushed down on the accelerator, and we rocketed forward. Sphinx started squeezing off rounds. I could see she was aiming for the tires. She hit one and the Mustang skidded out of control. I slammed on the brakes, and we ground to a halt. Sphinx jumped out of the car doing a flip in mid air. The passenger of the Mustang climbed out of the car and started shooting at us. Sphinx gunned him down and tossed her spent weapon to the side. The driver of the Mustang climbed out and approached Sphinx. She threw a vicious roundhouse at his head splitting his skull open to reveal brains. She looked to me and said, "Come here!" I gingerly climbed out of the car and walked up to her. She went to the Mustang and clicked the trunk open from the driver's control panel. I looked inside: stacks of C-4. Enough C-4 to level a skyscraper or three. How did I know that? I didn't know, but I knew I was right. Sphinx held out a white envelope and said, "Take the aspirin." I looked to Sphinx, and asked, "Have we had sex?" She glared, "I am a professional!" "That doesn't answer my question." "Are you going to take the aspirin?" I popped the aspirin and started chewing. Part II I knew as the aspirin hit my blood stream that I'd made a mistake. Muscles all over my body started to tense up and spasm. I fell to the ground unable to stand. I convulsed. Sphinx wedged her leather wallet into my mouth, so I wouldn't bite off my tongue. My guts twisted in a knot. I began to see flashes of memories. People I'd killed. Women I'd slept with. Aliens I'd slept with. Sphinx had lied; we'd done it on at least three occasions. My two sisters weren't really my sisters. My mom and dad weren't my parents. The three cousins I thought I had were strangers to me. The shared memories we had were simply implants by the agency. Before the conditioning, I slept with both of my so-called sisters, and quite frankly, that would explain why they seemed to hit on me all the time. I had previously thought they were an incestuous lot. The agency had recruited me out of college because I had no family to speak of. I thought back to my training with the agency: all sorts of classified information from alien technology to hand to hand combat techniques. My hands, I remembered now, over the years I killed over a dozen men with my bare hands. More than once in the past I split my knuckles open on somebody's skull to reveal the steel underneath. The spasms slowly died down, and I heard sirens in the distance. I spit out the wallet. Sphinx picked it up and wiped the drool off it. She said, "We have to go. Locals will ask too many questions." I realized something. I didn't smoke pot. I didn't like pot. I took the bag of narcotics out of my pocket and dumped the noxious weed onto the ground. I stuffed the bag back in my pocket for proper disposal. I looked to Sphinx, "What about my questions?" "Everything will come to you." I grimaced as I climbed to my feet. Sphinx hopped in the super charged Corolla, and I climbed in the passenger side. She punched down the accelerator, and off we went. I looked over at her. I remember her soft caresses, but they were vague and fuzzy. I said, "We have had sex." "It was a mistake." "We did it more than once, and they weren't mistakes." "Those bastards. They promised to bury those memories so deep that the aspirin wouldn't bring them to the surface." I reached over to her leg and softly caressed it with my fingertips. I said, "We're doing it again." "We are not!" "My memory is far too foggy for keepsakes, Sphinx. We have to do it again!" She just shook her head. She stared at the road ahead passing car after car, sometimes using the emergency lane to go around other vehicles. She said, "We don't have time. Our contact inside Centurian's hierarchy may have given herself away by giving up that Mustang." My memories flashed to the bodies we'd found of people Centurian thought crossed him. Sometimes they were our agents, and sometimes Centurian made mistakes and mangled loyal followers. Centurian didn't seem to care either way. The idea of Centurian's followers flashed in my mind. Reports of armed prison breaks. Centurian would assault a federal prison, killing countless guards, free people off Death Row, murderers and rapists; then he would demand their loyalty, and they gave it. He commanded the most ruthless, cutthroat band of criminals the world had ever known with exception perhaps of Ghengis Kahn. Centurian's army, and it could be called an army, would stop at nothing to achieve Centurian's goals. Sphinx drove the car to the airport. She drove through an armed gate. She drove the car right into a cargo plane and parked it. She got out. I climbed out of the car. She attached chains to the car's underside. I sat down on a rather comfortable padded bench. The plane started rolling down the runway. We climbed into the heavens. I looked at Sphinx. She was sitting across from me on one of the benches. I moved in close to her and kissed her on the lips. She pushed me away. She said, "Do you have a rubber?" I paused. Perhaps before the conditioning I carried one, but not after the conditioning. I said, "No." "We're not doing it without a rubber. I know how you sleep around." "I do not sleep around." "You do too. Remember in Myanmar? You caught that shit, and your balls swelled up like melons?" "That was some kind of swamp rot! Remember, we had to wade through that swamp!" "It was an STD." "It was not. I didn't even get laid in Myanmar!" "You're a walking Petri dish!" I sighed. I happened to glance around the cargo hold, and I noticed we were on camera. I went back to my side of the plane. Sphinx said, "Get some sleep. We'll be in Phoenix in three hours. And the clock will be ticking on our arrival." I said, "We're picking up our contact?" "Yes." "We'll be out numbered and out gunned?" "Very likely." I thought back to the two grenades in the glovebox. Sphinx said, "There are clothes for you in the trunk. Woven armor. Slow down a bullet a little bit; should stop a knife or light shrapnel. Won't burn." I nodded. Standard agency fair. I lay down on the bench and closed my eyes. I started to drift away. I felt the faint touch of lips on my forehead. I opened my eyes, and Sphinx turned away and lay on her bench. I drifted off to sleep. Sphinx nudged me awake when we landed. I changed into the agency's woven clothes. Tan slacks that fit me perfectly. A sturdy leather belt that hid a garrote. A shoulder holster for my 9mm. A white button up collared shirt. A leather jacket that might indeed stop a bullet with pockets big enough for my grenades. Shoes made of Kevlar. I donned everything. Sphinx watched me change clothes. I didn't mind, I planned to acquire some condoms. I grabbed my 9mm from the glovebox including two extra magazines. I pocketed my grenades with the WP grenade in my left pocket just where it belonged. The WP grenade was for when I got angry. Cause I get angry sometimes. Sphinx grabbed her attache case from the trunk, and I mentally logged its contents: bolt cutters, leatherman tool, razorknife, sliding impact hammer, electric screwdriver, and adjustable wrench. I didn't even have to look in the bag. I knew its contents by heart. We both climbed into the car. Sphinx drove. She drove fast which seemed to be a curse she had. She had no problem using the oncoming traffic lane to pass slower vehicles. I thought back. I drove the same way when the clock was ticking. We pulled into a warehouse complex and started dodging around stacks of pallets and forklifts. This place teemed with life. We pulled up to a small warehouse in the center of the complex. The door was padlocked, and Sphinx snapped it open with the bolt cutters. We stepped into the building, and I heard the faintest beep. We just hit a booby trap, I thought. I took off in a run to the center of the building, for I could see a crate made of wood maybe six feet by six feet by six feet in the center of the room. Sphinx chased after me. Through the wood I could see into the crate, and it was full of bricks of C4. I hopped on top of the bomb and saw a timer device counting down. Just over a minute left. I snarled, "Screwdriver!" but Sphinx already had it out holding it out to me. I grabbed it and undid the four screws holding the top of the timer in place. I lifted the cover off. Three red wires led away from the timer. One to a wiring mechanism in plain view; the other two led deeper into the box. I undid four more screws and found the second mechanism. I pried the bottom plate out and found a third mechanism. I knew Centurian must have gotten the explosives and detonators from the chaotic Jekricks, and if I knew my Jekricks, they would have provided the cheapest detonators. Each of the three timer wires led to integrated circuits, which led to capacitors, which led into the crate below me. If the detonators were hot, cutting those wires would detonate the bomb. If the integrated circuits were sending signals back to the timer, cutting the timer wires would detonate the C4. Sphinx said, "Thirty seconds!" I had to assume that I needed to cut the fuse wires, but if one was a trick wire, it might be hot, and if it was hot, boom. I wished for a volt-ohm meter. Sphinx had the leatherman out and was holding it out to me. I grabbed it. I wanted to cut the timing wires so bad. I really did. I went after the first fuse wire instead. Snip. No boom. I smiled. I snipped the second wire. No boom. I snipped the third wire. I looked at the timer... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Beep-Beep-Beep... No boom. I climbed off the crate and started to shake all over. I looked around the warehouse hoping to find some clue. I noticed cameras. One in each corner pointed at the crate. Sphinx kissed me. I held her tight. I asked, "How much C4 do they have?" "Two semi-trailers full." "Dear lord." Part III We walked out of the warehouse back to the car. Sphinx dialed the local bomb squad and told them about the C4. She started driving, only slowly, like a normal person. I asked, "What's the plan?" Sphinx sighed, "There is no plan. We have to wait. We're going to a safe house." I nodded. I had been in agency safe houses before. A gas station with a large convenience store loomed in the distance, and I said, "Stop at that gas station." "The safe house will have everything we need." "But not everything we want." Sphinx nodded. I ran inside the store and looked at their condom selection. It lacked in that they didn't carry my favorite brand, so I picked up an assortment and purchased them. We pulled to a stop in a nice neighborhood, and Sphinx hit the horn. An automatic gate slid open, and we drove inside the fenced in fort. We pulled up to the garage. Sphinx stepped out of the car and punched in a numeric sequence into a control panel. The garage door inched open. She drove the car in, and we went inside. I grabbed her in a hug and pulled her in close staring into her eyes. She glared, "Not tonight, Borg. I've hardly slept in three days. I need a hot bath, a hot meal, and a warm bed. Go and start dinner." I knew better than to disobey, and I went in the kitchen. The cupboards were stocked. I found USDA Prime steaks sealed in plastic in the deep freeze, and I picked out two thick-cut ribeyes. I stuffed them in the microwave and typed in low-defrost. I picked out a box of long grain wild rice and found a pan. I pulled two twice-baked potatoes out of the freezer and stashed them in the convection oven. I opened a can of mixed tropical fruit, the good kind with pineapple, papaya, mango, and coconut. I poured the contents into a bowl. The microwave went ping, and I pulled the ribeyes out. I dusted them with meat tenderizer and black pepper. I fired up the indoor grill and put the water for the rice on high. I knew how Sphinx liked her steak, and a few minutes before they were ready, I hit the house intercom and called out, "Dinner in five minutes!" Sphinx joined me, and we ate like savages out of a cartoon with bits and pieces of debris flying to the left and right. I knew better than to argue, but it seemed like ages since I'd been laid. I looked to Sphinx as she took her last bite of steak. I said, "Surely you'll sleep better with some company." Sphinx laughed. She said, "You're just going to have to masturbate. I'm sleeping alone." I paused. Did I masturbate? I thought back. The last time I masturbated was before I turned 16. My 16th birthday hit me like a brick. My foster sister practically raped me. She seriously held me down and stuff. She wasn't really my sister, so it wasn't exactly incest. We had sex on countless occasions after that. When I turned 18 we got an apartment together. My 21st birthday though, that was something special, that was the day I was recruited by the agency. I was walking home from college, and two men in black suits were waiting outside our apartment. They walked right up to me, and one said, "Joshua Martin?" I said, "Josh, yeah." The other one said, "I'm agent Michaels. Will you come with us please?" I looked from one suited man to the other and said, "I have plans today. It's my birthday." The first one said, "I'm agent Jeffries. Come with us." "What's this about?" Michaels said, "We have some things we want to show you. You have to come with us." I could tell by the bulges in their jackets that they were armed. I asked, "Do you guys have badges or something?" Both of them nodded. I said, "Can I see them?" Both of them reached into their coat pockets and withdrew id cards. All the cards said was, "Agent Michaels" and "Agent Jeffries" nothing else. I sighed. I asked, "What's this about?" Michaels said, "You have to come with us. It's a matter of national security." Jeffries nodded. I looked at their car. I said, "Can I stow my books in the house?" Jeffries said, "Bring them." I went to the car to the back door, and Jeffries said, "Ride in the front. I'll ride in back." I nodded and opened the front door. I climbed inside. Michaels drove. Neither spoke. They drove me out into the desert to a walled compound. The gate slid open as the car approached. They drove into an underground parking garage. I stepped out of the car. A woman about fifty approached and said, "Borg, you finally made it. And happy birthday!" I said, "Borg?" The woman said, "That's your new name. Forget Joshua Martin. My name is Nancy. I'm the regional headmaster. I'll be overseeing your training." I said, "Training? What training?" Nancy smiled, "It'll make more sense if I show you. Follow me." I looked to Michaels and Jeffries. They both nodded at me. Nancy took off in a quick walk through the parking garage to an elevator. I followed. I didn't like this I thought. Who were these people? What agency? What did they want with me? We rode the elevator up to the first floor, and Nancy led me to a door marked, "Traffic simulator." We went inside. Rows of what I could only describe as pods filled the room. Nancy said, "Get in." I said, "What's going on?" Nancy said, "I want you to try our driving simulator. You'll need to practice driving." I sighed. I got the feeling I wasn't going to get any answers. I climbed in the nearest pod. The screen lit up. The controls were exactly like a car's. Steering wheel. Clutch. Five speed standard transmission. I turned the key on. I heard the engine rev to life. Nancy said, "Drive as fast as you can." I put the car in first and took off. I felt the g-forces pull on me. I started driving down this twisty road, and the g-forces pulled on me through every corner. I started driving faster and faster, and the g-forces became stronger and stronger. They pulled me this way and that. Nancy chanted, "Faster, Borg. Faster." Finally I wrecked. Nancy said, "Do it again. Drive faster." I drove as fast as I could dodging in and out of traffic. Nancy said, "Don't be afraid to use the emergency lanes or incoming traffic lanes. The clock is ticking." I nodded. I started to sweat a little. The intensity of this game owned any driving game I'd ever played before. I became absorbed in it. Nancy said, "That's enough, Borg. Shut it down." I slowed the car and shut it off. I climbed out the pod with a sinister grin on my face. I said, "How does the pod do the g-forces?" Nancy smiled, "Chor'Tan technology." I said, "Chor'Tan?" Nancy said, "An alien species sympathetic to our cause." I said, "Aliens?" Nancy nodded and smiled. I said, "Can I go home now?" Nancy shook her head and said, "Come on. I want to show you our martial arts training bot." I sighed. I really wanted to go home. Nancy started walking and I followed. She led me to a giant room with a padded floor. She said, "Chan, on." An oriental man materialized, and I thought, wow, holograph. Nancy said, "Touch him." I reached out my finger and planted it on the holograph's chest expecting my finger to slide through him. My finger stopped. He was solid as a human. Nancy said, "Chan, defend." The apparition moved like lightning grabbing my hand with his left and my elbow with his right. He twisted my arm until I was helpless, but he didn't hurt me. He let go of me. I glared at him. I wanted to punch him, but I feared what would happen. Nancy said, "Try and punch him." I threw my right fist at him, and he deflected it smoothly at the wrist hard enough to throw my punch off, but not hard enough to hurt me. I looked to Nancy. I said, "Explain." "We're an anti-crime agency, Borg. We hunt the most nefarious of criminals. We only expect you to complete ten missions, and then you can retire. We train you until you're ready, and you can flunk out of training." "Why me?" "Missions are quite dangerous, Borg. You have no family. We couldn't use you if you had a family." "I have family. Melissa, Mom, Dad, Uncle Jim..." "Those are your foster parents. They've been helping you train over the years. Teaching you right from wrong. Showing you their love. They work for the agency." I said, "I'm not interested." "You'd be doing a great service to your country." "I'm not a patriot." "Come to my office. I'd like to show you some pictures." I sighed. No pictures would sway me. The first picture was of a sixteen year old girl who had been tortured to death. The second picture was another torture victim. By the eighth or ninth picture, I felt sick. Nancy said, "All the work of one man, Centurian. He's our greatest threat right now. You showed great promise in the driving simulator. You could stop Centurian. You could make a difference." I didn't say anything. Nancy said, "Being in training won't be like being in a jail, Borg. Melissa can visit you, even for overnight stays. You'll have private quarters. You can train at your own pace." I shook my head. I said, "I need to finish college." "You can finish your courses online from our facility." "I have over thirty thousand dollars in student loans. When I finish school I might go for a Masters. If I don't, I'll need to get a job." Nancy smiled, "Consider your student loans erased, young man. The agency takes care of its own." I wanted to say no. I really did. My heart knew those pictures of Centurian's victims would plague me forever if I said no. To be Continued... This is my first ever secret agent story... I dunno how many more parts there will be... |
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