Digger 1.0
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He knew he was underground.
Not in the tunnels.
But underground. You could just tell if you’d been in the tunnels long enough.
He was on a gurney. The walls were government cream and light gray, overhead lighting fluorescent.
He knew someone, someones, were nearby. But he couldn’t see them.
Elevator muzak was playing. He knew the song. From ‘Nam.
“Going outta my head…
…day and night.
Night and day…
…over you…”
He knew the words that should be there, but weren’t because it was the instrumental muzak version.
His head lolled to the side and he read a placard on the wall as he was wheeled past.
Department of Defense
Tarragon Corporation Liaison Office
And then there were some framed photographs of people he didn’t recognize. He knew the types of photographs though. He’d seen them in the military. The Chain of Command Photos that adorned every headquarters hallway.
Base Commander.
Department of the Army.
Secretary of Defense.
No one he recognized, but then again he hadn’t been paying attention much lately what with all the tunneling and robbing and Mexico.
And the last picture.
The President of the United States of America.
George W. Bush.
Who is that? He wondered as his mind drifted and his eyes closed and he could hear the distant wheels of the gurney, taking him somewhere.
Somewhere not…
“Going outta my head, darling, outta my head, baby, night and day, day and night…”
The End