I’m writing this on a public computer in a small town public library. I’ve lost everything but gained the only thing that really matters.
She showed up at my apartment shortly after I posted my last blog. The scrutiny, the feeling of being watched, had intensified over the past day, so the knock on the door took me by surprise.
Amy walked in like she hadn’t been missing from my life for the past months. “Hi Marc. Ready for our lunch date?”
Her eyes were wide, and she nodded slowly at me as she stared intently at me.
“Um, sure,” I said. I’d have been happy to take her to lunch anyway, even though in that moment all I wanted to do was take her to bed. God, I’d missed her.
She’s my best friend, sexy as hell, and incredible in bed. She knows me like no one else.
“I’ve been looking forward to our date for a long time,” she says, walking over toward the couch. She stops by the lamp and lifts a devise that looks like a small, black shirt button with a thin wire dangling from it. I’d never seen it before, and had no idea what it was.
She mouthed the word “Bug” as she puts the device back under the lamp shade.
No wonder I was feeling watched.
“Well, let’s go get something to eat,” I say. “I’m starved.”
It wasn’t until we were out of the building and driving in her car that she opened up.
“They’ve been watching you too closely. Not giving us a chance to extract you. I had the best chance of getting you out because people in the building knew me from when I lived there.”
“Who’s watching me, I asked, “and why?”
She shook her head. “We’re not sure. Whoever they are, they’re after all of us. Psylons have been disappearing.”
Shit! I probably shouldn’t have been posting on my blog.
I didn’t say it. I just thought it, but Amy must have read my thoughts. “No. We want you to keep posting. If everything goes south, at least there will be some kind of public record of what’s happening. Write about everything…even this.”
So I am.
I can’t go back to my apartment, and I don’t have my laptop, but I do have all my passwords, and access to my writing via my cloud drive. My postings will probably be spotty over the next few weeks, but I’ll do what I can to keep this blog updated. If it goes dark…well, that probably means I’m not around anymore.
From what Amy tells me, these people are dangerous, and I’m lucky to have escaped.
There were black SUVs following us for a few miles, but Amy was able to manipulate a few minds and cause a traffic jam behind us. She appears to know a lot more about using these new powers than I do.
Anyway, that’s it for now. We have to head out. Amy’s taking me to a secret Psylon base, where we should be safe.
Fingers crossed. At least I have someone I trust beside me.