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Hank stumbled into the apartment like a man who had recently imbibed more than his fair share of happy hour. In his case it was a condition that came from being awakened in the midst of a dream where he was young and swimming in a lake of mint jelly, accompanied by fair maidens and dolphins who all adored him.
Not something one is usually happy about abandoning.
But, this was for a friend, and for that he could give up anything.
He was singularly alone here, being older than even most staff members. He had lived a non-report worthy life so far. He had been a computer programmer who lived with his mother and
rarely did anything that could even raise a sweat. And as you know, super-powers in the Inheritors are only brought to fruition by a traumatic event.
Most of his life had been, let’s face it, dull. Until, that it, he transferred to work for the intelligence agency, doing processing for them. Within a twenty four hour period he saw things that would have turned his hair white, had he had much hair to begin with.
He saw people he knew shown up to be spies, he saw people he worked with tortured, he had been involved with stopping a nuclear accident and finally, when he thought things might be going
to slow down, his mother died.
When he went home and went to bed, it happened for the first time. He jumped from his body and leapt to the future. He had thought it was only a dream.
The next morning, during coffee, he did it again. He saw the end of a horse race, one that wouldn’t happen until later that day. He got to work and told a friend about it, and that friend, who knew a bookie, took five dollars from him and they put down a bet. They won $250. It was a fifty to one longshot.
The next morning a representative of the Inheritors was at his door. Within five hours he was on his way to Thunderbase.
© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens