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Big Blue Awakenings Part 1 by Wayne Clayton
Sam Orton marched along the corridor, he didn’t want to march but soldier’s didn’t do strolling, and he had to march just to keep up. He also didn’t like corridors much either. Especially ones which were clad in oak panelling. They always lead to a door which he didn’t like going through. That door always lead to change. It didn’t matter if it was good or bad, his life would change. But he instinctively knew that this corridor, four floors below ground level in the Pentagon wasn’t likely to be good news one way or another.
The soldiers stopped in the way soldiers do. And the door he had been dreading was waiting for him in the way doors do too. A crisp white glove turned the handle and Sam was ushered into the vast office. And seconds later the crisp white glove closed the door leaving Sam hovering between it and the solid oak desk at the other end of the room. Now he had no option but to approach the desk and the uniform behind it.
The man in the uniform watched Sam as he strolled towards the desk. Sam glanced up to catch the eyes staring back at him. Trained in human behaviour as he was he knew that prolonged eye contact with this individual was likely to end up with him left heaped in a pile and surrounded by various liquids which are best left inside the human body.
“You wanted to see me Mr Layton?”.
“Please Dr Orton we’re all friends here. You can call me General like every body else does. ” His soft southern drawl did little to hide his raw contempt at Sam’s presents.
“ Hell, if we become buddies you can even call me Sir.”
“ I …” Sam was about to tell the General that as far as he was aware he had not joined the army and he was quite happy to remain on the University payroll, but the General had other ideas.
“ Doctor Orton, let me cut straight to the point of this meeting. Our files tell us you are America’s leading light on the study of the Human Psychology. Specializing in the field of Coma Trauma Paralysis.”
“ And that my good Doctor means that you have been chosen to lead this mission” The General’s use of the word mission instantly set alarm bells ringing in Sam’s head.
“ I’m not a …” Sam once more began to repeat his polite reasons for declining the General’s offer but was cut short again.
“ Doctor Orton. Let me make myself quite clear. I don’t like you. And I don’t want you. But the powers that be insist that you’re the only one who can do the mission”
There was that word again.
“We have spent the last five years watching you Doctor. We have had you under surveillance 24/7 for every day of that five years. Phone taps, Computer traces and Trash can searches. I know everything about you, and I still don’t trust you”
Sam wondered if this is how it felt to be stood at ground zero, watching the clouds rolling towards you at the speed of sound. Maybe it was easier because you know at the end of it you wouldn’t be alive to worry about it.
He took a deep breath and found to his horror he was still alive.
“ Welcome to Big Blue, Doctor”
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') 'ill get on it right away! but it might take me a few days
