Wednesday, 23 September 2020

2036 Chapter 8: Hotel_California.

 

Chapter 8: Hotel_California.

5/20/2036

“Y’know, I didn’t come from much. Pa, he was a drinker, and Mama… well, Mama had been in heaven since I could remember. ‘Least that’s what Pa told me. He wasn’t around much. Usually out workin’, drinkin’ or eye’n up some Girl half his age. Hell, anything to not be around me. I think he blamed me for what happened to Mama. ‘How could someone die from having a baby?’, I thought. I was wanna those kids who felt more at home in them streets than at home. Pa couldn’t stop me since he was away almost all the time. He worked, I skipped school. He drank, I passed lil’ baggies around town. He eye’d up girls, whilst I got beat up by whatever junkie wasn’t pleased with my delivery. We was both wanderers shamblin’ ‘cross the streets ‘o San Antonio. ‘Till he di’nt wander no more.”

“Pa had ate a .38 when I got home, one day. Clutched in his hand was a gas bill twice our rent. The world had just kinda… broken ‘im, I guess. Saddest thing was, I didn’t feel sad. Shocked. I felt nothin’. And my own Pa’s brains where all over the wall. God had just decided that the world didn’t need Michael Kieran no more. That night, I hit someone over the head wit’ a tire iron to shut him up. After that, some distant relative ‘o mine brought me to some Catholic orphanage kickin’ and screamin’. I should thank him since that’s where I met Lee McNamara. The head of the Californian rebels and my predecessor as Chairman. He was a good man. Those idiots in Washington DC deserved every brick, bullet and bomb Lee threw at ‘em. I truly wish that he could be here to see our work pay off.”

“I heard about something whilst I was fighting the Americans. Called it ‘The Delusion’. A belief that is untrue, but everyone believes it is. Bills, taxes, rules that exist for the sake of rules. They are all The Delusion. It was because of delusion, that my father took his own life. It’s because of delusion, that those maniacs in the white house sat back and watched their country burn! It is our DELUSION, that will lead us from the righteous path, and into the valley of darkness! And once delusion has hammered its sharp nails into your mind, it hurts to remove them! So, I say to you, people of the UISC! I say to you, those under the rule of Tyrants and villains! FREE YOURSELVES FROM DELUSIONS!! FREE OTHERS FROM DELUSIONS, WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT!! ONLY THEN… only then will you truly live.

-         Brie Kieran, Chairwoman of the UISC

I heard a knocking on my door.

Instinctively, my hand fell to my pocket to find my gun wasn’t there. I had been cooped up in my apartment for almost four months examining evidence that could blow IO out of the water for good, so there was nothing scarier than hearing a knock from an unexpected visitor.

 I slowly walked from my study towards the door, holding my gun behind my back. Every creek of the floorboards made me more nervous. Was it an IO officer? GodsEyes wanting my info to become the sole police corp in the UISC? Some hitman sent by Uncle Toriyama himself? A Themis officer who had found out about “the incident” and had come to deliver the news about my firing?

Luckily, it wasn’t any of them. It was Sarah, armed with a strawberry milkshake.

“Hey man. Micah wanted me to check on you.” She said.

Oh no. He’d found out.

“Oh, uhm… Why?” I replied.

“What d’ya mean why? He wants to know why you just started not showing up to work after we went to Howard street. Four months ago. And he says he still doesn’t have any of that evidence on the Felix DeBlanc case you promised him.”

Nevermind, this was way worse.

“It takes time to mail things physically these days. Like, there’s only one delivery guy in the distr-”

“Akira.” She said. “I’m not stupid.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but the evidence…” I started.

“No one delivers evidence on a potential murder case through the damn Mail!”

I realised the game was up. There was no use digging a deeper hole for myself, so I showed Sarah what I’d been doing since February.

We walked into the study (it was more like a very large closet), where Sarah seemed taken back by how much I’d looked into it. In all fairness, it looked like a smaller version of that one scene from It’s always sunny, where Charlie is trying to figure out who Pepe Silvia is.

“Well, umm… you’ve been busy.” Said Sarah.

“Yeah, well I figured if I gave all the stuff to Micah it would draw unwanted attention to Themis.” I said.

“What d’ya mean ‘Unwanted attention’?” She replied.

“I’m not really sure. We know spies from IO and GodsEyes have infiltrated Themis before, but…”

Sarah had a sad look on her face. That look someone does when they know someone has kind of lost it.

“Why are you doing that?” I asked.

“Doing what.” She said.

“Your looking at me like I’ve completely lost it. Everything I’m doing here is for the greater good!”

“What greater good Akira?! Some kid got accused of murder and taken away by IO, so he’s probably just in some re-education camp in LA.”

“HE’S NOT!!!” I snapped. “THIS… this guy is part of something way bigger than some false murder case. I’m talkin’… stuff that could save hundreds of lives! Stuff that could tear down IO, GodsEyes, all of them! Maybe even those asshats running this country!”

Sarah sighed. “Fine.” She said. “Let me see this… Conspiracy.”

“Now, the first thing we should talk about is this.” I held up a small machine that weighed a tonne. “This is what IO refer to as a Piper. A machine that produces Ultrasonic noises that humans can’t hear.”

“So… IO are making Ultrasound machines?” asked Sarah.

“Not just Ultrasound machines.” I said. “This thing here is programmed to produce Ultrasonic commands that only animals that operate on an ultrasonic frequency, like bats, could hear.”

“So, IO are making an army of… Bats?”

“If you keep interrupting, we’ll be here all day!” I snapped.

“Fine! Fine.” She replied.

“Anyway, I got this thing analysed by a friend, let's call him Bob, and it’s got around 15 pre-programmed commands in it, which are…” I pointed to the list on my wall. “Activate, walk, smile, laugh, listen, speak, relay, cry, drink, eat, draw, terminate, mass terminate, self-terminate and deactivate. There’s also something different about these messages.” I went over to my laptop and opened the sound files my ‘Bob’ had sent me.

“Bob managed to convert the Ultrasound into normal sound, and he found that before the command is read by the machine, it administers an Activation agent.”

“What’s that?” Sarah asked.

“This.” I said. I clicked play on the Audio file and let the whole thing play. Right before a woman’s voice softly said “Activate”, you could hear a mildly distorted voice sing…

“On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair…”

I played the second recording.

“Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air…”

“Walk”

“Hold on…” Said Sarah. “Aren’t those lines from a song?”

“It is. It’s the opening line from Hotel California. All these audio clips start with Don Henley singing a line from the song. I think that this is some kind of activation word that triggers whoever hears it to do the action.”

“But why Hotel California?” Said Sarah.

“Ah! I’m glad you asked.” I said. I pulled up a map on my computer that focused on an almost empty desert expanse. Save for an old military training camp that had been turned into a re-education camp.

“This place here…” I pointed to the camp “… is officially known as Fort Irwin, but a few government documents refer to it as Hotel California. After the civil war, the UISC occupied it as a place to keep US sympathisers and torture them for information. Now its just a re-education camp like any other. My guess is that IO sent Felix to Fort Irwin and began the psychological conditioning.”

“But… how could you brainwash someone into following commands that they wouldn’t be able to hear? You said yourself that the ultrasound machine plays voice messages, but what good would they be if Felix couldn’t hear them?” Said Sarah.

“That’s where the Receiver comes in.” I said.

I picked up a small, almost flat machine that just about fit on the average person’s head. It only had a few wires and some coils on its top side. The words ‘RAT V’ were written on its left side. I’d figured out the V meant the roman numeral for five. On its underside where hundreds of tiny needles.

“This is a machine that converts ultrasonic noises into regular sound via vibrations.” I said. “I’m thinking that it would be placed on the Temporal lobe, so… underneath the brain.”

“Damn.” Said Sarah. “So that’s how Felix would hear the signals. But what are those needles for.”

“I took a sample to a chemist, and apparently its loaded with Aspirin. I pondered over this for a while, but I think it’s some kind of pain inducing method to get Felix to follow IO’s orders. He steps out of line, they inject aspirin right into his brain, which could cause migraines, seizures or just lots of pain.”

“What kind of psycho would put that in someone’s head?” Said Sarah in disgust.

“Burgundy and the IO board of directors.” I replied.

“Ok, so you know where Felix went, what IO have been using to control him, and the project is called RAT, for some reason. Now, can we just get this stuff sent to Micah and Themis?”

“Not just yet.” I said. “I also know where Felix has been for the last 4 months. And, where he is right now. With this information, we might be able to stop him before IO makes him kill more people.”

“Hold the phone.” Said Sarah. “Kill’s MORE people?”

“Yeah, IO have made do a lot of their dirty laundry these past few months.” I said.

I went back to my computer and clicked on a file labelled “Assassinations.”  In it where a series of security camera images and video clippings of warehouses and houses, filled with gang members from 40th street, the Crips and Uncle Toriyama boys all lying dead on the ground. Some had been shot, others stabbed, some had been burned to a crisp. All of the images had Felix standing over the bodies, wearing a bulletproof vest, black jeans, sunglasses and a white T-shirt that had been smeared with blood, and his well-kept haircut was completely gone, replaced with military style buzz cut.

He also had a few military-grade augmentations all across his body. A reinforced spine implant, hidden knives in his palms and the large scar where IO put the receiver where the only ones I could make out, but the way he killed those gangsters suggested IO had put a lot more stuff in him. I’d seen the images and videos for so long that the violence didn’t have an effect on me. But Sarah was horrified. It was insane to believe that a meek guy like Felix could cause so much death and destruction.

“So… Felix is now…” I started.

“Hold on… How did you get this footage?” Said Sarah. “How do you have all this info that wasn’t in Locke’s basement? And how the hell are you using Google maps?!”

“Well, firstly I’m using a VPN.” I said, frustratedly. “And ‘Bob’ gave me the footage and converted the Ultrasound messages. Are you caught up?”

“Yes.” She huffed.

“Alright.” I said. “As I was saying, Felix is now operating inside a small gang of only 5 people, including himself. Nothing really special about them, aside from them planning a heist that IO fully know about, thanks to Felix.”

I pulled up another few photo’s, all of them mugshots of the gang. There was a tall man in his late 50’s with short grey hair and a black leather jacket, a Latino woman with tired looking eyes, long black hair and a grey tank top, a scrawny-looking guy with short and curly brown hair and a white hoodie, and a 30-something man with dark brown hair and a bomber jacket. Sarah seemed to recognise the last one.

The gang consists of Elod Unger, Hungarian guy who resisted the Soviets in the 80’s and 90’s, Carmina Giraldo, a veteran from the Argentinian army, Lilian Wood, some autistic kid who was kicked out of the University of Philadelphia for vandalism, and Rhys Smi-”

“Who?” Said Sarah.

“Rhys Smith. He’s just some Uber driver.” I said.

“That’s weird.” She said “He… he was a friend of mine. And he, uhh… he died 5 ye- “

A second knock on my door cut Sarah off.

We both froze. We knew exactly who it was.

“You got a gun.” I asked.

“Why would I bring a gun?!” Whispered Sarah.

“Nevermind. Grab that hockey stick. Its better than nothing.” 

I creeped up to the door, gun behind my back like last time. Sarah stood next to the door, ready to hit whoever can through the door. I could just make out the persons features through the opaque glass.

White shirt.

Sunglasses.

Shaved head.

Then I made the stupidest mistake of my life. I opened the door.

“Hello Officer.” Said Felix.

I heard a loud gunshot, and then felt a massive pain in my stomach, the worst pain I had never felt before. 

Felix had shot me. 

I fell to the floor in agony and then I realised, when I was blacking out…

I should’ve just given Micah and Themis the evidence.

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