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CHAPTER THIRTEENMIND ROBBER
***Nathan Morrison’s footsteps echoed off down the long cream-coloured corridor asthe Special Agents escorted him into the heart of the complex. He had to bring up both of his hands to scratch his nose since they were cuffed together. That was annoying. Butsince he had just organized a full pardon, he guessed he could live with it for a fewminutes more.“All you have to do is take part in a Scientific Study that will benefit the whole nation,”the Warden had said. “No needles, no drugs, all you have to do is sit there while theyobserve your reactions, that’s it.”A full pardon for just sitting there for five minutes, maybe less. Murder, arson,theft, all being swept under the carpet for the sake of five minutes work. The system wastruly in his favour. How could he have said no?‘Right this way, Mister Morrison,’ some tall guy in an army outfit said, opening a door toa metal-lined room. There was a chair in the centre and people in lab coats fussingaround attaching those sticky things with wires on to some kid at the far end who sat ona metal table and looked at Nathan in the strangest way.‘So, what’s the deal then?’ Morrison asked as he seated himself in the chair and allowedthe pads to be placed around his head. ‘What am I supposed to be reacting to?’ ‘All in good time, Mister Morrison,’ the army guy replied with a smile. ‘This won’t takemore than a minute, and then you’ll be out of here.’ ‘Great,’ Nathan said with a sly grin as the army guy and the people in the lab coats leftthe room, leaving Nathan alone with the black-haired kid.‘So …’ Nathan smirked. ‘What are you in for?’  The boy didn’t reply, he just kept on staring in that strange, almost calculating way.‘Okay,’ Nathan nodded. ‘Not much of a talker myself …’ ‘Is it true what they said about you?’ The boy asked suddenly.‘I dunno,’ Nathan shrugged. ‘What did they say about me?’ ‘They said you’re a murderer,’ the boy replied. ‘They said you burn down buildings, theytold me you rob stores too. Is it true?’ ‘According to twelve men and women of my peers,’ Morrison shrugged. ‘Yeah, sure, it’strue, what of it?’ ‘Nothing,’ the boy said shaking his head and turned to look at a large section of the wallthat was discoloured. A two-way mirror if ever Morrison saw one. ‘I still don’t want to,’ the boy said meekly at the mirror. ‘But I will … it’s for the best.’ ‘Can we get a move on please?’ Nathan said, casually examining his nails nonchalantly. ‘I was told this wouldn’t take lo…’ Nathan Morrison, murderer, arsonist, full-time thief and convict serving lifeimprisonment never even got to finish his last sentence as his head slumped to his chest. The whole of his consciousness drained away instantaneously as the boy raised his hand with a deep blue glow around the irises of his eyes. The boy himself fell backwards on the metal bed and slipped intounconsciousness.‘What happened?’ General Anderson questioned sharply.‘Full mental erasure of the participant,Jacobson said, looking up from her datareadouts.‘What about the boy?’ Anderson asked, narrowing his eyes.‘No physical damage,’ Peterson said, checking his own screen. ‘But it looks like theprocess drained a lot of the psychometric energy stores.’ 
 
‘Is that something that can be resolved?’ Anderson asked, biting his lip. ‘If he blacks outevery time he does that, he’s not much use to us is he?’ ‘There was feedback,’ Stevenson said, thrusting a computer readout into the General’shands. ‘The participant’s conscience had to go somewhere, and it tried to implant itself inthe subject’s own brain. It appears to have failed, but it’s definitely a problem we’ll haveto work on.’ ‘Well, get to it,’ The General thundered. ‘We can’t have a weapon like this falling into thehands of the very people we’ll be ordered to assassinate.’ ‘We’ll work it out sir,’ Stevenson said surely.‘You’d better,’ Anderson snapped. ‘We can’t go on wasting time with half-baked ideas thatonly work in principal.’ ‘We’ll find a way General,’ Jacobson said. ‘Peterson, go and unhook Fred from thecomputer will you?’ ***‘Is he going to be alright?’ Leara asked worriedly from Fred’s bedside in The MercuryRoom Infirmary as Blonde Aries, the Allucian nurse went about checking his responses.‘As far as I can see,’ Aries tisked. ‘There’s nothing physically wrong with him.’ ‘Then why hasn’t he come around yet?’ Gmac inquired, biting at his thumbnail.‘Look,’ Aries said with an astonished laugh. ‘Fred comes from the same place that gaveNeil and Danny and Will-ko their freaky super powers. Whatever ability Fred has, it’snothing I’ve ever come across before, but from what you said, it sounded like some kindof telepathic or psychic power. Cuts and bruises, broken bones, disease, I can handle,but I’m not trained in super powers.’ ‘Are you sure you’re qualified to make a diagnosis at all?’ Gmac frowned. ‘I heard you were raised by kangaroos.’ Aries glowered at him. ‘And once I’m done here, I’ll be finding the one putting thatrumour about and practicing my surgery skills without anaesthetic.’ ‘Nice,’ Gmac replied sardonically.‘Those issues aside,’ Aries continued. All I can suggest is that you let him get some rest. The only alternative to that would be to find somebody out there with Psychic powers of their own. I don’t know anybody like that around here.’ ‘I do,’ a voice came from behind them from a tall, wiry haired man leaning against thedoorway. ‘What’s the problem?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ Aries said, stepping forwards. ‘Who are you?’ ‘John Jones,’ the man said airily, stepping forwards and picking up Fred’s chart. ‘I heard you saying that you needed somebody familiar with psychic powers.’ ‘The door was closed,’ Aries frowned.‘I’m a good listener,’ John Jones replied with a wink. ‘Now then, what seems to be theissue here?’ ‘We don’t know,’ Leara began. ‘We were attacked by a killer robot thing and Fred stoppedit with his mind. He hasn’t woken up since.’ ‘I see,’ John Jones nodded and placed his hands on Fred’s temples. ‘Interesting,’ he saidafter a moment. ‘That’s very interesting.’ ‘What’s interesting?’ Gmac asked.‘HUHHH!’ Fred gasped, sitting bolt upright suddenly, holding his head.’ OW!’ he shouted,gritting his teeth.’ ‘That’s an unusual power,’ John Jones mused as he took hold of Fred’s head and gazeddeeply into his eyes. ‘I’d be more careful about using something like that if I were you.You realize that the mind you invaded entered your own and tried to take control of it?’ Fred nodded, holding his head in his hands. ‘I didn’t think it would happen again… I thought that had stopped … but that … thing … that … robot … it was too powerful.It wasn’t a mechanical mind, it was almost as if it was … alive … I was unprepared for it.’ ‘Alright!Aries shouted, holding her hands up. ‘That’s it! This is my Infirmary, nowsomebody tell me what on Earth is going on before I throw the bloody lot of you out on your ears.’ 
 
‘My apologies,John Jones said, inclining his head. ‘I did not mean to steal yourthunder.’ ‘It’s not about thunder,’ Aries replied testily as she examined Fred with a small pentorch. ‘I just don’t appreciate people barging in here and taking over my own facility without even a by-your-leave … but, thank you, by the way … Mister … Jones was it?’ ‘It was,’ John Jones said, nodding. ‘I’m just here to help … just … being human. It seemshere that Fred has been given the ability to completely wipe people’s minds. A dangerouspower in anybody’s hands. Especially when the only place for all that information to go isinto Fred’s subconscious. I’ve never seen anything so reckless as to create an ability likethat.’ ‘Well … thank you,’ Fred said wearily, lying back against his pillow. ‘I uhmm … I made amistake and I almost paid for it. I won’t let it happen again …’ ‘Just be careful,’ John Jones said sternly. ‘Mental powers aren’t something to use lightly.Sometimes they’re more trouble than they’re worth.’ ‘I know that all too well,’ Fred said with a sigh ‘All too well …’ ***‘We’re going to try again today Fred,’ Jacobson announced as she pushed the breakfasttray in front of the now teenage subject who looked up at her defiantly.‘Again?’ Fred frowned. ‘But you promised I wouldn’t have to. You said the last one almostkilled me!’ ‘A bit of an exaggeration isn’t it?’ Jacobson said patronisingly. ‘I said that it almostcaused severe damage. But, hopefully, we’ve fixed that little problem.’ ‘And what if you haven’t?’ Fred asked pointedly, pushing the breakfast away.‘Well,’ Jacobson puffed. ‘That’s why we have to try again, to make sure that you’re inperfect working order.’ ‘I don’t want to,’ Fred said vehemently. ‘I don’t like it. It’s wrong!’ ‘Freddy,’ Jacobson said sweetly, sitting on the edge of Fred’s bed. ‘These people aredangerous criminals. Criminals who have hurt a lot of people. None of them care whatthey’ve done and if we let them go, they’d hurt even more people.’ ‘Its still wrong,’ Fred glowered at her.‘Well then, let me put it this way,’ Jacobson said coolly. ‘If this project fails Fredrick, thenthe General will have no choice but to close down the experiment … and if that happens,he’ll order all the subjects to be immediately terminated … now … I take it that you don’t want that to happen?’ Fred didn’t answer; he simply returned her venomous stare.‘Do you want that to happen Fredrick?’ Jacobson asked, her lip curling.Fred continued to stare silently, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at the woman.‘ 
Answer me 
,’ she snapped.‘NO!’ Fred shouted. ‘I don’t want that.’ ‘Well then, it’s your choice bucko,’ Jacobson said, allowing the forced sweet smile toreturn. ‘Play ball or you take a dirt nap … understand?’ Fred nodded briefly and turned away from her.‘I’m glad you do,’ Jacobson said with a wink. ‘Now, you’d better eat up, because today’sgoing to be the big one,’ she turned and paced out of the room, ignoring the distinctsound of sobbing as she slammed the door.***‘I don’t want to worry anybody or anything,’ Jason said as he bandaged up a cut on theback of his hand where he had scraped against a piece of broken circuitry. ‘But we’rerunning out of time … really running out of time … seriously. You might want to thinkabout an evacuation plan.’ 
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