recognize me? You must not follow the news too much.” The older man replied.
“Where am I?” asked Eric before the man could explain who he was.
“You are in a secure facility in Virginia. We brought you here hoping you would be able to help us. I have to say, it was a little difficult locating you. You look nothing like the photo in your file.”
“Help you? How?”
“With your gift. Do you have any idea how useful your ability could be?”
“Why should I help you? You drugged and kidnapped me.” Eric said glancing at the two black suits by the door. One of them actually smiled.
“Yes. I apologize for that. We were afraid we would lose you like we lost your predecessor. He eluded us for a long time. Unfortunately we found his body in a very rural area of your home town.”
“And if I say no? Then what? I doubt you’re just going to let me go home.”
The older man gave Eric a warm smile and said “No. You will have to remain here no matter what. If you are unwilling to help us we don’t want you helping anyone else.”
Eric clenched the screwdriver in his hand tight. He knew he had no future left. He knew what he had to do. He looked the old man in the yes and said “You obviously know what I can do. So you know that I know what is about to happen.”
The old man just looked at him. This wasn’t going the way he had hoped it would.
Switching the screwdriver from his left hand to his right Eric lunged at the old man. Before he got three steps there two loud pops. Eric fell backwards, slammed into the wall and slid to the ground.
The old man had covered his ears at the sound of the guns discharging behind him. He could smell the burnt gun powder in the air. He turned to the two men by the door and shouted “Stop shooting you fools. I want him alive.”
Eric lay on the floor, the bullets hit him center mass just as the two men had been trained. One bullet hit him in the ribs puncturing a lung, the other was a direct hit to the heart. His eyes were open watching the old man run over to him shouting for his guards to get help.
The old man knelt next to him, “Hang in there son. We’re getting help.”
Eric looked at him, smiled and said, “The fire’s out” as a clear tear fell from his eye.
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