But underground. You could just tell if you’d been in the tunnels long enough.
He was on a gurney. The walls were government cream and light gray, overhead lighting fluorescent.
He knew someone, someones, were nearby. But he couldn’t see them.
Elevator muzak was playing. He knew the song. From ‘Nam.
“Going outta my head…
…day and night.
Night and day…
…over you…”
He knew the words that should be there, but weren’t because it was the instrumental muzak version.
His head lolled to the side and he read a placard on the wall as he was wheeled past.
Department of Defense
Tarragon Corporation Liaison Office
And then there were some framed photographs of people he didn’t recognize. He knew the types of photographs though. He’d seen them in the military. The Chain of Command Photos that adorned every headquarters hallway.
Base Commander.
Department of the Army.
Secretary of Defense.
And the last picture.
The President of the United States of America.
George W. Bush.
Who is that? He wondered as his mind drifted and his eyes closed and he could hear the distant wheels of the gurney, taking him somewhere.
Somewhere not…
“Going outta my head, darling, outta my head, baby, night and day, day and night…”
The End
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
ABOUT THE AUTHORS