IT LIVES IN THE BASEMENT (17 page)

“Yes, sir.”  They salute and do an about-face, marching out the door.  As they leave, Tober’s yelling at them to return, to no avail.

With that deer-in-the-headlight look again, Dr. Burns asks in a quivering voice, “Was that a form of hypnosis?”

Being a bit peeved, I give her a curt nod and an icy glare.  Realization dawns on Tober and Ruth.  I could’ve had the guards turn their weapons on themselves, or even the Doctors.  Tober pales and plops boneless on his plush office chair.

Gathering his wits, Tober stammers, “You must realize Arthur, I meant you no harm, but you’re a very valuable speci-, er, I mean asset to us in our research.”

With indignation, I glare down at him.  “Doctor, I came to your Institute for several reasons.  First, I thought your team would treat me differently and take my abilities seriously.  You can’t detain me, or hold me one second longer than I want to be.”  Shaking my head at his stupidity, I continue, “Don’t you realize how I arrived in your office?  After listening to your conversation in the lab, I teleported into your office.” 

“But there was only Dr. Burns and Dr. Gordon when I left,” Tober blusters, fumbling for his handkerchief.

“Oh yes there was, Doctor,” I taunt, wagging my finger at him.  “I was there, you just couldn’t see me.” 

Nervously shifting from foot to foot, twisting a woman’s wedding band on her right hand, Dr. Burns sends me that funny look again.

Peering down my nose with an angry glare, I say, “Yes Dr. Burns, you must’ve felt my presence.”

With handkerchief in hand, Dr. Tober removes his glasses, wiping his enlarged eyes again.

I continue my lecture, “If I work for or with any Institution or Government, it’s because I want to.  No one can force me to do a damn thing.”  I expected this type of treatment, but it’s still disappointing they want to treat me like a lab rat.  So much for believing in the humanity of man.

Tober studies me for several seconds, calculating, then hesitantly asks, “Uh, Arthur, could you please excuse us for a few moments?  I must discuss this with Dr. Burns, in private.  Uh, we have a cafeteria on the second floor.  Perhaps you would wait there for us, maybe have a spot of tea while you wait?”

“Where at on the second floor, Doctor?”  I relent with a heavy sigh, knowing I have to give them a second chance. 

“Uh, the whole east side of the building.”

Trying to impress on the Doctor’s their inability to detain me, I give them one last glare, then teleport to the second floor, into the stairwell outside the cafeteria. 

As I enter the cafeteria, I see my two guards sharing a table.  They give me the same idiotic smiles and wave.  Giving an acknowledging nod, I order a cup of really bad-looking coffee, and sit alone, waiting.

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Dear Readers
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These are my late husband’s tales.  His Legacy.  His children.  Ironically, they could only be born upon his death.  I have done my best to make them presentable for public reading.  I hope I have made him proud of his children.

Thank you for reading these tales and bringing the characters back to life.  As I journey down this chosen road, to give birth to his remaining children, I would really appreciate any feedback and reviews you can offer. 

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