Narrated by Ken Arber (AKA Karber)
March 24th, 2035
I’m not sure if my plan is a good one or not, but I’m getting damn sick of this gig and I think it’s time for one last show. The bounty on number eighty six’s head will allow us to pay off our bails and we can earn back our freedom. The reason why I’m so angry, though, is the fact that I don’t deserve any of this and I can’t prove it. I was jailed for someone else’s dirty deed. Maybe this whole thing will backfire though and then I’d have a real reason to be behind bars. But, you know what? I’m tired of being a federal slave and I want out more than anything. If we can bring eighty six in without being killed in the process, I really don’t care what happens to him. No one else is looking out for me, so why should I look out for one confused, lost man I don’t even know. He don’t even know himself. Maybe there is a lot more going on in the situation that he’s in for him to be put there. Or, maybe he is an innocent by-standard just like me. Either way, I want my freedom back.
A part of me wants to figure this guy out. Can we trust him? Part of me doesn’t really care. I just came up with this plan so that either way, we get our money, we get out freedom, we get our lives back. Maybe, he’s the same as us. Time will tell, though. I am debating in my own mind in what to do. Help him or not. Shit, if he is just like me, innocent through and through and truly doesn’t know what is going on, then yeah, I’ll have that on my conscious if we don’t help him back out. But, I there is no conspiracy like Sinewy was talking about, then we’d be accomplices.
“Oh, man. You see how that girl was looking at me? She kept her mouth on the bottle and kept staring. Then she started moving up and down on it. Ugh!” Grant exclaims as we walk out of the bar.
“You’re imagining things. Besides, that was no woman. See the lump in his throat?” I say.
“Oh, shut up,” Grant laughs.
“Which station we taking him to?” Sinewy asks.
“Newark,” I say.
“All the way over there?” Grant asks.
“Yeah, so they can get him to the airport. They want to fly him down to the training base. I guess they’re going to forgive him running away. They said it seemed natural for the men to run under the circumstances. Whatever that means,” I explain.
“Why would it seem so natural? Is this U.S. Force related or something else? I don’t get it,” Sinewy says. “If everything I heard was true as far as all the rumors say, then something isn’t right. We might be biting off more than we can chew if we help this guy. If we help him at all, we might be doing the exact opposite.”
“I understand that, Sine. But, they’re still going to give us the money either way. They couldn’t track him down. It took twenty special operations personnel to take on the ones that escaped. Four of them got away and number eighty six here is one of them,” I inform them.
“I don’t want to go back,” Eighty Six muttered.
“What was so bad about that place? Do you know anything as far as what they were going to do with you?” Grant asks.
“Some type of training for space mining or something like that. I’m not sure. Kind of makes me wonder why we don’t remember our own names but we know a lot of other things like how to speak English or even walk. Seems like a very limited memory loss and it doesn’t make any sense to me. I had a few dreams that seemed pretty damn real. I wonder if they were just dreams or actual memories,” Eighty Six tells us.
“Well, I don’t really care if we can help you or not. I’m so looking forward to finding a