by Sasami Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:55 pm
Jackson shrugged. "Maybe."
"Tools? What do you mean, Mel?" asked Jill.
Jackson's cell phone went off and after glancing down at the number he walked off without saying a word. Jill would have followed him but that would mean leaving Mel alone with Ray.
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Out of earshot (from humans, vampires, and wolves alike), Jackson called the number back.
"Why didn't you pick up? I thought the wolves had gotten you," the voice on the other end said with a chuckle.
"...I felt that someone was listening," Jackson replied. By now he knew the art of dealing with his boss. Had he said the truth he might have gotten in serious trouble for compromising the mission.
"I heard about the fire. Are the captives with you?"
Jackson paused and then said, "No, sir. They got away. Sorry, sir." He was shocked at himself for lying. But he felt he had to. If he turned them in he might not see them again. They knew him and this was his chance to find out about his past. This was his chance to get out of this shady business.
"I see. Don't beat yourself up over it. We'll find them. Hopefully before those damned vampires."
Jackson was confused now. "Sir, don't you--we, work for--"
His boss sighed. "It would seem that they've had a change of plans and I don't like it. My informant says they want to eradicate the wolves now."
"What?! Why?!" Jackson was nearly shouting.
"...Why are you getting so upset? Did you get attached to those mutts up north?" his boss asked with a sarcastic tone.
"No, sir. I, uh. Well, I was wondering why it matters to you. I thought you were on their side," said Jackson, trying to regain composure.
"I'm on my own side. And I hate those fleabags as much as the next guy but I don't believe in mindless slaughter, either. Anyways, don't bring it up. As far as the vampires know, we're still with them, alright? Now track down those captives and bring 'em back, you hear?"
"Yes, sir," said Jackson right before the line went dead. He quickly made his way back, trying to make some sense of the mess he had gotten himself into.
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Jackson's boss hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He was obviously frustrated with how the vampires were doing things now. "What a waste of lives. They make much better weapons," he thought as he turned over a microchip prototype in his hands.