Friday, December 01, 2006
New Beginning 168
I had been invisible for nearly forty minutes and I was in pretty bad shape. My hands were shaking. I was starving and parched. My back hurt from trying to sit still but I couldn’t risk shifting position because the receptionist had returned and was sitting about five feet away and she would have heard the chair creaking under my weight. I probably shouldn’t have sat down in the first place but when I finally got to the General’s door and found it locked, I wasn’t sure what else to do but wait and hope he’d be back soon.
Worst of all, I was sweating copiously, my naked body slick with unseen droplets, and I think maybe she could smell me. Every now and then she seemed to wrinkle her nose and glance around the room, at the trash can near the hallway door and the potted plant in the corner, before returning her attention to the document displayed on her computer screen.
I tried to keep my breathing shallow. Other than the tapping of her keyboard and the hum of the PC fan, the room was quiet, and the slightest noise could draw attention to me. After a couple of minutes, the intercom on the receptionist’s desk buzzed, and a sharp click introduced the General’s voice. “Is the Marseille report ready yet?” So . . . he'd been there all along.
“Almost done," the receptionist replied. "I’ll have it to you in five minutes.” She paused for a moment. “By the way, there’s someone waiting to see you.” I looked around the room with a rising feeling of panic.
“Oh,” the General’s reply came back over the speaker. “Is it Private Smallcox?”
The receptionist looked directly at me, her gaze running up and down my body. “Yes,” she replied, “I would say it is.”
I crossed my legs, vowing to have words with the guy who sold me the invisibility spray.
Opening: Joe Mosher.....Continuation: ril