S ECURITY I've had worse days than this, just do not remember when.
not two hours ago I awoke in a dingy roadside motel with no memory, no identity, and a body that was not coming with me to set the day I was born. Since then I have stopped pretending to know what I do as I try to get answers while avoiding killing me. The last chapter - so far - this bizarre story was the persecution by a military helicopter that inexplicably exploded into pieces just as it was so close I could have touched by hand. The blast threw my suv rolling downhill to a stop upside down, run out of momentum and become a shapeless heap of junk.
Fortunately, safety belts and the cabin interior of the Mercedes had withstood the impact, like the airbags of the vehicle, so my companion and I were still alive and reasonably unscathed even hung upside down like a couple of bats. Blessed art German technology.
- We gotta get outta here asap! - My passenger grumbled, struggling with his belt.
- Quiet! Do not think anyone could have survived that.
- not the crew what worries me, genius - she replied, wrinkling her nose. I soon understood what he meant: a pungent smell of gasoline hung in the interior of the vehicle. "If that is several tons of sumábamos Blackhawk burning within walking distance, and throwing hot ashes around, the result of the equation is becoming very unpleasant. Not timed it, but I think it took me less than a second let go belt and crawled out the window. However, I had the presence of mind enough to stop and wait for my passenger, who had been rummaging something behind the back of the vehicle.
- Leave! Whatever, I do not worthwhile.
- a minute! - Said while rescuing that damn metal briefcase and a backpack military aspect assumed would be theirs. I pulled her to help her out through the window frame and we drove the Mercedes (or what was left of it) as soul who had the devil. I do not know that we expected to happen: maybe a movie explosion, with a lot of smoke and fireworks. But nothing happened. The flames continued to consume what remained of the helicopter is slowly growing as a dense column of smoke rose blown by the wind.
- Well, this is something that is not every day - I whispered. For answer, my laconic guide issued a low growl of dissatisfaction, before adding:
- What the hell happened?
I assumed he was referring to the mysterious explosion of Blackhawk.
- Ni idea. Maybe it was a failure. Or you may be correct, after all - I said without much conviction.
- Yes, of course. O come with a factory defect. Who cares! Anyway, it's a chore.
- Come on! Is it that you never see the glass half full? You ought to be a girl so sad - I asked, looking askance.
- No - replied tersely, tight-lipped until drew a faint line between her nose and chin perfect -. This smoke can be seen for miles, and the hunters still have stuck to his ass. It is as if we had a light arrow a mile long hanging over our heads and exposing our position. You better start to move.
- You lead - said, shrugging his shoulders.
- We left the route. I have to ask directions. Wait here a moment.
- of course - I said as she walked away, limping noticeably.
- Are you okay?
- I will. I'm tougher than it looks. Just like you. I see that you honor your fame type duro.
No estoy seguro, pero me pareció detectar un leve matiz de admiración en su voz, una idea que en otro momento me hubiese subido la moral; pero no ahora. Porque lo cierto es que tenía razón. Después de un accidente así debería tener varios huesos rotos. Debería estar lleno de moratones y tener todo el cuerpo machacado y dolorido. Y sin embargo no era así. Me sentía bien. De hecho, me sentía estupendamente bien; casi como si me hubiese quitado diez años de encima y fuese otra vez joven y capaz de comerme el mundo. Era extraño, pero la única explicación que se me ocurría era que mi anfitrión - quien quiera que fuese - estaba en mucha mejor forma que yo. Volví mi atención a my companion, who had drawn from his bag a modern military satellite phone and waited patiently for someone to respond to the other side. He did not wait long, after a few seconds I heard her answer, while I was away:
- I'm Pandora. We had a problem.
The rest of the conversation was lost in the distance. The funny thing was that he understood to perfection even though the language was changed to one that in principle I was not familiar. Yet somewhere along the way between my ears and my brain, the words had taken effect. Was also wearing body merit, or perhaps I was a language expert not be remembered? Questions, questions, questions, and not a single damn answer. Fortunately, the return of my partner stopped that line of thinking and hit me back to harsh reality.
- Okay, we have an alternative route, but far, so we'll have to hurry. I'm going ahead. Try not to miss a beat or staying far behind. Every twenty minutes we rested four. Do you understand?
- I think - I nodded, taking my best student expression applied -. Did you spell it backwards or just put it in writing?
- Ha ha, how funny - laughed false -. Spare me the comments ironic. Would not be here if you had not thrown my SUV loaded.
- Pardon? - Asked incredulously -. Sorry your Majesty! I remember hearing someone yelling at me to do something, anything, and as soon as possible. Perhaps your Lordship would have preferred throwing the bag out the window. Not to mention the very slight possibility that we are riddled with bullets. There
poked into bone. There was a brief flash of anger in his eyes - mixed with something else-an elusive but familiar emotions - that disappeared as quickly as it arrived. The girl took a deep breath while away an unruly strand of the face and then shrugged his shoulders an expression of studied indifference.
- Who cares! - Said a second time -. I was getting tired of it. Moreover, it was stolen. We'd better get moving. Time flies. Linking
words into action, my companion threw the backpack while I lay back the mysterious briefcase that apparently so many people wanted so much to kill - or die - for it.
- See if I'm wrong - ventured - at birth a soothsayer told your mother that if she ever smiled or asked for a pardon would have a horrible death, right?
- Well, today we woke sarcastic. What about you? Normally costs you out more than four consecutive words that make sense.
I was about to leave the bush again, but a voice inside my head stopped: she could have many of the answers I needed. Maybe it was time to tempt fate and sincere. When all is said and done, what was the worst that could happen? What I do not believe it, or if they did?
- The fact is that I have memory problems. I do not remember almost anything. Not even like my name. And the few things I remember are contradictory, as if they fit together. As if everything is ... different from what it should be. You know what I mean?
- Sure - replied, looking sideways a few feet away -. I understand that you get your shit is affecting the brain. For my worth, while not blind you to finish the job. Then you'll see. Exterminate you like few neurons you have left. And now. If you remember how to do, follow me!
sighed. Well, at least he had tried. The answers have to keep waiting. I felt like the Tin Man, Dorothy following the yellow brick road in search of the great Wizard of Oz. If I was given a brain do you? Anyway. As unpleasant as beautiful as my companion had said, it was time to start driving. In that, a motion blur on my left piqued my interest. A jet-black crow I watched from a nearby branch, bowing his head in a gesture of derision, as if they were laughing at something only he found funny. I was tempted to try cargármelo a stone, but what the hell: the final analysis, it was not his fault, and all have the right to life. Picking up the briefcase took a deep breath and ran behind Pandora. At least his back was as nice as the rest of his physique.
(Will it continue?)
A bad place to lose 001
A bad place to lose 002
A bad place to lose 003
not two hours ago I awoke in a dingy roadside motel with no memory, no identity, and a body that was not coming with me to set the day I was born. Since then I have stopped pretending to know what I do as I try to get answers while avoiding killing me. The last chapter - so far - this bizarre story was the persecution by a military helicopter that inexplicably exploded into pieces just as it was so close I could have touched by hand. The blast threw my suv rolling downhill to a stop upside down, run out of momentum and become a shapeless heap of junk.
Fortunately, safety belts and the cabin interior of the Mercedes had withstood the impact, like the airbags of the vehicle, so my companion and I were still alive and reasonably unscathed even hung upside down like a couple of bats. Blessed art German technology.
- We gotta get outta here asap! - My passenger grumbled, struggling with his belt.
- Quiet! Do not think anyone could have survived that.
- not the crew what worries me, genius - she replied, wrinkling her nose. I soon understood what he meant: a pungent smell of gasoline hung in the interior of the vehicle. "If that is several tons of sumábamos Blackhawk burning within walking distance, and throwing hot ashes around, the result of the equation is becoming very unpleasant. Not timed it, but I think it took me less than a second let go belt and crawled out the window. However, I had the presence of mind enough to stop and wait for my passenger, who had been rummaging something behind the back of the vehicle.
- Leave! Whatever, I do not worthwhile.
- a minute! - Said while rescuing that damn metal briefcase and a backpack military aspect assumed would be theirs. I pulled her to help her out through the window frame and we drove the Mercedes (or what was left of it) as soul who had the devil. I do not know that we expected to happen: maybe a movie explosion, with a lot of smoke and fireworks. But nothing happened. The flames continued to consume what remained of the helicopter is slowly growing as a dense column of smoke rose blown by the wind.
- Well, this is something that is not every day - I whispered. For answer, my laconic guide issued a low growl of dissatisfaction, before adding:
- What the hell happened?
I assumed he was referring to the mysterious explosion of Blackhawk.
- Ni idea. Maybe it was a failure. Or you may be correct, after all - I said without much conviction.
- Yes, of course. O come with a factory defect. Who cares! Anyway, it's a chore.
- Come on! Is it that you never see the glass half full? You ought to be a girl so sad - I asked, looking askance.
- No - replied tersely, tight-lipped until drew a faint line between her nose and chin perfect -. This smoke can be seen for miles, and the hunters still have stuck to his ass. It is as if we had a light arrow a mile long hanging over our heads and exposing our position. You better start to move.
- You lead - said, shrugging his shoulders.
- We left the route. I have to ask directions. Wait here a moment.
- of course - I said as she walked away, limping noticeably.
- Are you okay?
- I will. I'm tougher than it looks. Just like you. I see that you honor your fame type duro.
No estoy seguro, pero me pareció detectar un leve matiz de admiración en su voz, una idea que en otro momento me hubiese subido la moral; pero no ahora. Porque lo cierto es que tenía razón. Después de un accidente así debería tener varios huesos rotos. Debería estar lleno de moratones y tener todo el cuerpo machacado y dolorido. Y sin embargo no era así. Me sentía bien. De hecho, me sentía estupendamente bien; casi como si me hubiese quitado diez años de encima y fuese otra vez joven y capaz de comerme el mundo. Era extraño, pero la única explicación que se me ocurría era que mi anfitrión - quien quiera que fuese - estaba en mucha mejor forma que yo. Volví mi atención a my companion, who had drawn from his bag a modern military satellite phone and waited patiently for someone to respond to the other side. He did not wait long, after a few seconds I heard her answer, while I was away:
- I'm Pandora. We had a problem.
The rest of the conversation was lost in the distance. The funny thing was that he understood to perfection even though the language was changed to one that in principle I was not familiar. Yet somewhere along the way between my ears and my brain, the words had taken effect. Was also wearing body merit, or perhaps I was a language expert not be remembered? Questions, questions, questions, and not a single damn answer. Fortunately, the return of my partner stopped that line of thinking and hit me back to harsh reality.
- Okay, we have an alternative route, but far, so we'll have to hurry. I'm going ahead. Try not to miss a beat or staying far behind. Every twenty minutes we rested four. Do you understand?
- I think - I nodded, taking my best student expression applied -. Did you spell it backwards or just put it in writing?
- Ha ha, how funny - laughed false -. Spare me the comments ironic. Would not be here if you had not thrown my SUV loaded.
- Pardon? - Asked incredulously -. Sorry your Majesty! I remember hearing someone yelling at me to do something, anything, and as soon as possible. Perhaps your Lordship would have preferred throwing the bag out the window. Not to mention the very slight possibility that we are riddled with bullets. There
poked into bone. There was a brief flash of anger in his eyes - mixed with something else-an elusive but familiar emotions - that disappeared as quickly as it arrived. The girl took a deep breath while away an unruly strand of the face and then shrugged his shoulders an expression of studied indifference.
- Who cares! - Said a second time -. I was getting tired of it. Moreover, it was stolen. We'd better get moving. Time flies. Linking
words into action, my companion threw the backpack while I lay back the mysterious briefcase that apparently so many people wanted so much to kill - or die - for it.
- See if I'm wrong - ventured - at birth a soothsayer told your mother that if she ever smiled or asked for a pardon would have a horrible death, right?
- Well, today we woke sarcastic. What about you? Normally costs you out more than four consecutive words that make sense.
I was about to leave the bush again, but a voice inside my head stopped: she could have many of the answers I needed. Maybe it was time to tempt fate and sincere. When all is said and done, what was the worst that could happen? What I do not believe it, or if they did?
- The fact is that I have memory problems. I do not remember almost anything. Not even like my name. And the few things I remember are contradictory, as if they fit together. As if everything is ... different from what it should be. You know what I mean?
- Sure - replied, looking sideways a few feet away -. I understand that you get your shit is affecting the brain. For my worth, while not blind you to finish the job. Then you'll see. Exterminate you like few neurons you have left. And now. If you remember how to do, follow me!
sighed. Well, at least he had tried. The answers have to keep waiting. I felt like the Tin Man, Dorothy following the yellow brick road in search of the great Wizard of Oz. If I was given a brain do you? Anyway. As unpleasant as beautiful as my companion had said, it was time to start driving. In that, a motion blur on my left piqued my interest. A jet-black crow I watched from a nearby branch, bowing his head in a gesture of derision, as if they were laughing at something only he found funny. I was tempted to try cargármelo a stone, but what the hell: the final analysis, it was not his fault, and all have the right to life. Picking up the briefcase took a deep breath and ran behind Pandora. At least his back was as nice as the rest of his physique.
(Will it continue?)
A bad place to lose 001
A bad place to lose 002
A bad place to lose 003
0 comments:
Post a Comment