The sun was fading and with it so
was my sense of security. This man was
psychotic. He really believed that he
was doing good work. I decided I would
get as much information as I could before I left. I would then change my name and move to the
deepest darkest jungles in Peru. The
natives there would accept me and make me their own and I would never need to
think about this crazy man and his ideas for world domination again. All I needed to do was learn Spanish….
“So,
how did you come to work for the company?”
I asked casually.
“Same
as you, I found it in a want ad. They
were looking for an idealistic individual interested in public relations for an
up and coming organization. I jumped on
it and got the job. Once they told me
their mission statement I was all for it.”
I
worked with all my might to sound as interested as possible. “How do you find funding?”
At
this he shrugged. “It’s hard to find
grants in favor of our revolutionary ideas, so we get them by whatever means
necessary.” He must have realized how
that sounded because his eyes widened.
“I mean, we eventually convince those with the means to donate to our cause.”
He
must have meant to say they steal it.
“So, why the letter?”
“Oh!” he smiled now. “That wasn’t my idea. Nate wasn’t very pleased with your, he called
it, ‘unconventional happiness’ and he wished to deter you. I just thought it was funny.”
I
didn’t. My brain was telling me it was
time to wrap things up, but I still had a couple more questions before I bid
this man goodbye forever.
“So,
now that I’m in the circle, what kind of role will I play?” Costumes design for your super villains? I thought bitterly.
“I’ll
have to get back to you.” He looked
pleased. He thought he had recruited
another but he was wrong.
“Okay,
one more question,” I asked simply, taking a deep breath.
“Shoot,”
he said happily.
“What
do you call yourselves?”
His
smile turned and became something else that sent chills down my spine.
“Now
that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”
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