The SUV stopped and they shoved him out, onto the sidewalk.He sat up, staring at the general’s face.
“You’re the one that caused those sweet, juicy little girls to die.You.If you’d just minded your own business and stayed away, this wouldn’t have happened.Now, well, now I’m going to find a new school for girls that can please me and my partners who enjoy these sort of indulgences.And you?You’ll be dead.That poison will begin by paralyzing your body in a little bit.It’s a bit slower than the dose we gave Forrester.I want to see you suffer and I know you will.I just hate that I won’t be here to watch it.”
The door closed and sped away as Logan attempted to get his bearings.He was in front of a neighborhood pub.Standing, he stumbled inside and found his way to a corner table.
“Hey, you okay buddy?” asked the bartender.
“Peachy,” he slurred.
The bartender brought him a water and Logan couldn’t even lift his arms to drink it.His phone was gone from his pocket and he felt himself beginning to slip.Fast.The general at least had been right about that.This was going to happen fast.
Just a few weeks ago he was home and he could have told them.He should have told them.Instead, he’d made an ass of himself with one of his best friends.
“Logan?Brother it’s good to see you,” said Mitch.
“Oh, hey Mitch.”
“Oh, hey Mitch?We haven’t seen you in three years other than a hot minute at Brooks’ wedding, Logan.I’m glad you’re home.Are you getting out?”
“I-I don’t know,” he said standing.
Mitch reached for his shoulder and Logan gripped his wrist, twisting his arm and forcing him face down to the table.There were gasps and several men stood, including his own father.
“Logan.Son, what are you doing?” he asked. He stared at his father, then down at Mitch who was incredibly calm.
“I-I’m sorry, Mitch.God, I’m so sorry.I need to leave,” he said shaking his head.“I need to leave.”
He released Mitch’s arm and ran from the cafeteria.Literally ran.
I’ll die right here, he thought to himself.I deserve it.I should have reported what I saw sooner.I might still be dead but maybe those girls would be alive.
“Hey,” frowned Tanner, “that’s Logan.Logan Anders.”
“Shit, you’re right,” said AJ.He walked over to the table in the corner and pulled out a chair.Logan never lifted his head.
“I’m not in the fucking mood,” he growled.
“Well, I’m not in the fucking mood either,” smirked AJ.Logan slowly lifted his head seeing the four familiar faces.Wyatt stared into his eyes and knew something was drastically wrong.
“Logan?Logan, brother what did you take?” he asked.He opened his lids, staring at the pupils, then began taking his vitals.
“What did he take?What the fuck are you saying?” asked Tanner.
“He’s taken something.His pupils are dilated, he’s sweating even though the air conditioning is blasting, and his nail beds are turning gray.”
AJ knelt beside him, gripping his jaw.He heard Tanner behind him calling for the Osprey.
“Logan?Logan, what did you take?” he asked.
“N-nothing.I was poisoned.Not my choice mind you.I would have preferred something else but here I am.Dying.”
“Poisoned?What the fuck dude?We need to get you to the hospital,” said AJ.Logan shook his head.
“They won’t know what to do.It’s top secret.Everything is fucking top secret.”
“Logan, what happened?” asked Wyatt.
“They killed a bunch of kids.They fucking blew up that school knowing it didn’t have anyone in it other than kids and teachers.You know why?Because that fucker is sick!”
