The Agora Files – Part III – Online Edition – Chapter Thirty-Six

“How much farther?” I gasp out through ragged breaths.

“Just half a mile left,” Billy replies.  “Doesn’t your GPS tell you?”

“No idea,” I blurt out as I stumble forward.  My movement has become nothing more than a few steps at a time, between nearly falling over.  I need water.  I need food.  I need rest.  I need to stop.

A half mile.  Just a few days ago, heck, a few hours ago, that would have felt like nothing.  But now, right now, it might as well be on the other side of the universe.

A half mile.

Twenty-six hundred steps.

I can do this.

I have to do this.

“You can do this,” Billy whispers confidently, as though hearing my thoughts.

 

Okay, alright.

Okay.

I stare at my computer screen.  I need a plan.

I don’t have one.

I’m completely alone and I don’t have a single idea of what to do.  I’ve gotten the system back online and transferred over to my laptop.  Well, I’m in the midst of doing that.  This flash drive isn’t exactly the fastest thing in the world and using it to get my access together is key to allowing me to support Eve.  And right now, it looks like this could take hours.  If I’m lucky.

At least I got out of The Corral.  Heck, I managed to do that in style.  It wasn’t easy to whip up a remote start for this SP ride and get it to run Alvin over.  I feel pretty proud of myself for that.  Sure, it may have been a simple modification on ancient Agora tech, a basic switch applied to the car’s ignition activated by an infrared remote, but it was still pretty solid.

And the whole using it to run Alvin over thing was an even nicer touch.  Didn’t even have that in my original plan.

Of course, it would have been nice if it had killed him.

I’m not saying I’m cool with killing people or anything, but the guy did just kill my brother.

Crap, nope, not thinking about that right now.  Nope.  No time.

Focus on what’s at hand.

So, right now, I’m waiting on my system to get back up while sitting in an SP SUV with the destination set to that old theme park in the hopes of finding some cover and maybe some help from the people hunkered down there.  At the very least it might be nice to see my parents before this is all over.

It’s not much of a plan, if you can even call it a plan at all, but that’s precisely the kind of thing he would have thrived with…

Nope.

Not going to do it.

Can’t.

Right now I just need to get some place I can lay low.  Here’s hoping that theme park will do it.

If not, I’m screwed.  Looking at the gas tank here, I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it out of Los Angeles without some sort of support.

On the bright side, it looks like Alvin hasn’t decided to immediately come after me.

Crap.

That’s because he doesn’t need to.  He can track me.  I’m driving his car.

Crap.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

Okay, new plan.  I need to ditch the car.

And fast.

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