Tower 4 - S3E11: Something New

Episode Date: October 24, 2024

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We truly appreciate the support and we hope you enjoy the season finale of Tower 4. Seven Lamb Productions presents. Tower 4 Season 3 Episode 11 Something New Something New gun, but all I could find was my little yellow key card. I put it with the photo in my front pocket

since my back one was shredded. Mike, you're back. I know. It hurts like hell. My face, arms and legs, hurt like hell as well. Blood had soaked into my clothes. We need to bandage it. Not now. We need to keep moving. The guy said beeps. I motioned at the tiny box, which was still making its noise. Mike, that guy ran the way we need to go. I know. What if Gene's right and they're cutting us off? He probably is. I wonder if that guy knows.

I wonder if they all knew. Well, if he ran the way we need to go, it's possible. We still have a hell of a trek. I know. Amber finished packing the bag, but when she lifted it, everything fell right back out. Close, the flashlight. Food.

Shit! The backpack was torn to shreds. That guy had freaking talons. Tell me about it. I touched my shoulder, feeling a large gash under my shirt. Amber was right. I needed to bandage my wounds, but I knew time was short. I grabbed the shredded backpack from her.

Well, this is a problem. Mike? Maybe we can seal a hole by laying a t-shirt across and tying the sleeves. That's a lot of red. I thought she was talking about the blood on my shirt until I followed her gaze I turned around and saw the flashing of the little box four lights were on and they were all red they started flashing more rapidly

if that is a locator oh shit I hear it too someone was coming the woods I nodded and grabbed her hand there was no time to get anything else I dropped the torn backpack and we hobbled to the woods you were a mess and it didn't look like we would get any time to recover. It seemed like a car was coming our way, or...

I looked over my shoulder just as we entered the dark woods. Down! It was a cart. The same cart that had carried the men from NJ's cave to their secret layer. It came flying over a hill in the distance. Two men were in it and two bodies lying in the back. What the hell? It's what they used to get around.

They're not scared of the fires? They came from underground, so I doubt it. What's that in there? Oh. I didn't have to answer Amber's question because she realized they were bodies, as the arms bounced around limply with every bump. They're collecting the bodies? I guess so.

They parked the cart and climbed out. I had to wait until they turned to see their faces in the moonlight. Jesus, they couldn't mark each one? The first man to turn, I didn't recognize. recognize, but he was tall and scrawny with longer hair. You're a fisher, they don't have enough. But the other guy? Oh my god.

It was fucking Aaron. What is it? It's the guy I tied up. Him? I nodded. Looks like he's back to work. Grab it, man. I got it.

Find the bodies, because they ain't over here. I see one, only one. They said four, right? They said six, but four in the few. I hate this freaking team. Really? The man with long hair took a locator back to the card. Nothing over here.

Well, come give me a hand with this one, Barry. The man who Aaron called Barry put the locator in the back of the cart. The red light flashed crazily illuminating the two dead rats in the back. That is until he switched it off. That beepin drives me insane. Here's my ears. Just get over here, man. You know, this isn't even my thing.

It is now. Come on. She ain't lighten. I don't want her shit dripping on me. Barry walked over to Aaron and grabbed the legs of the poor woman. See, I gave you the legs. You're welcome. Yeah.

Where all the gross pussy bumps are. You want blood and brain on you? Just lift. I want to hurry and get out of here. Don't be a pussy. Uh-huh. Ah, she ain't that heavy. Fuck, she's bleeding on me, man.

They carried her to the. back of the cart and tossed her on top of the other bodies. As if she were a bag of garbage. That's so wrong. I nodded in agreement. Aaron wiped his hands on his pants. Barry did the same. Shouldn't we be wearing gloves?

Just at the showers when we get back. After putting the dead woman's body in the cart, they searched the field. They're never going to find the other one. Good. We should go though, Mike. We still have a long walk ahead of us. Yeah. Travel is going to suck now that we didn't have any supply.

food or water. I could see the backpack out there sitting in the grass. Somehow they missed it. Okay, let's go. We still have miles ahead of us, right? We still have miles ahead of us, right? Yeah. That's why we need to We don't have any supplies, Amber. We don't have anything now. So, what are you saying? I went back to the wood line and leaned out from behind a tree. Amber hobled up beside me.

Mike, what are you thinking? I want that card. Are you insane? If we have to beat the fires, that might be our best bet. How are you going to do that? They probably have the keys on them. I don't think there are keys. I didn't see them with any.

They could be in their pockets. I've been in one of their cards before, and I don't remember seeing any spot for a key. It could just start up with the press of a button. You want to take that chance? I think we have to. You're searching for the other body. I have time. I don't know about this.

Just grab something, anything, and throw it over that way, away from the card. Mike, if they see you... Take your way closer to the trail and then throw as far as you can so they don't see me. Then take this. She held the gun out to me. Now you keep it in case anything happens to me. Like them. killing you? Just keep watch, and if things get out of hand, you give me cover. You want me to

shoot someone again? Only if it comes to that. Only if you have no other choice. Mike. I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. We're going to be okay. They're pretty far from the cart right now. We can do this. I crept forward as Amber disappeared into the dark woods. I slowly made my way towards the car trying my best to remain concealed by the tall grass. The men were about 20 yards from the cart searching for the last body. I stopped where the grass before me parted and gave way to a large open gravel area. That's where the cart was parked. I wouldn't be able to remain hidden here, so I waited.

Come on, Amber. There was nothing. No sound. What was taking her so long? I looked back to the woods but saw no movement I'm not seeing shit I'm going to get the car

and we'll drive over to the trail No Amber where are you Maybe they miscount it No man these are the best Oh God Aaron was coming this way Shit shit shit

Stay there I'll pick you up Just keep searching I don't even see signs of blood Aaron was close Amber where are you Oh Aaron was no more than 20 feet for me and none staring at the backpack. He picked it up, inspecting the thing. Two gurnola bars and gauze fell out.

Hey, hey, man, you gotta see this. What is it? Aaron pulled his gun and started looking around nervously. Shit, he was looking in my direction. Did he see me? He took a step towards me. What could I do? I was stuck, trapped in a dire need of help. Aaron was now 15 feet from me. Amber, where are you? Now ten. Amber! A noise. Aaron spun around and faced toward the trail in open field. You hear that?

Yeah, I heard something. It came from over there. Hey, be careful. This fucker may still be alive. That was close. I leaned up and peered over the top of the now swaying grass. Aaron was following Barry and they were a decent distance away now. I stayed crouched. Please work, please work, please work.

I was reminded of my time trapped in the bunker, sitting in the cart, but this one worked. I saw it, there was no key, no keyhole, but there were buttons. Here we go. I pressed the large dark green one by the wheel, but nothing happened. You gotta be kidding me. Gotta be kidding me. Come on, come on. Wasn't working.

I looked up to see Aaron and Barry still searching the grass, not looking my way. There were several other smaller switches and buttons. I pressed and flipped each one. Come on. Please! They have some other kind of key? I noticed a rectangular black box no more than half an inch thick over the main green button. I touched it.

Tried pressing it still, nothing. Shit. Must have had some other key, some other kind of... Wait, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the yellow key card Lance gave me. Could it be? Hey! Hey! I looked up to see Aaron running towards me.

Shit! Barry, get over here! I tried sliding the key card along the box somewhere, but wouldn't fit. How? But then I thought about Easy Pay and tapped the yellow key card against the black box. The green light lit up. Yes! Hey! I see you! I see you!

I pressed the green button in the cart chugged to life. I leaned up to see Aaron no more than ten yards away. He slid to a stop and aimed his gun. I slammed the pedal down. You gotta be fucking kidding me! Shoot! Shoot him! Shit! Shit!

Stop! The car bounced over the terrain. I veered to the right, but Aaron ran towards me. He lunged at the cart as I jerked the wheel. He was hanging on the side. What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you doing? You were supposed to leave!

I am leaving! I threw an elbow up, catching him in the jaw. He fell back but hung on. I jerked the wheel left flying over a hill. I was heading for the trail, but swerving back and forth. Shit! Hey! Hey! Don't shoot you, asshole! I was fucking hairy!

I looked back to Sierra climbing up with the dead bodies in the back. He was covered in blood that most likely wasn't his. He got to his knees and he was gun. I'm sorry, Mike. I hit the brake and he went flying forward, landing on top of me. I hit the gas and continued forward. I grabbed his face as he tried to take the wheel. Get out!

I didn't know where the gun was, but it seemed like you didn't have it now. We continued to fight for the wheel. He punched me in the face and he yanked the wheel. We flew over another hill and hit the ground with a thud, causing us both to almost fall out. I looked up to see that we had passed the trail. Shit. Mike!

Stop! The cart was going a lot faster than I thought it could. I spun the wheel while simultaneously me and Aaron in the face. We fell back onto the passenger side. He kicked again and leaned up. I turned the cart around, noticing Barry running towards us. I had to get back to the trail, back to Amber. But Barry aimed his gun.

We riddled the cart with bullets. Two of the bullets hit the dead bodies behind me and sent blood spurting up. Stop, you fucking idiot! I said stop! Aaron pulled himself up, but instead of attacking me, he waited frantically to Barry. There he froze. I looked over to Aaron who had one knee on the passenger seat. We both noticed the gun on the floor rattling with the movement of the card. We both lunched for it, but I had to keep my hand on the wheel on the foot on the gas.

He got to it first and aimed. first and aimed. I swerved. Aaron fell back but was able to hang on to the end of the tiny windshield frame. I continued to swerve, but he wouldn't let go. I noticed Barry not moving but talking into his radio now. I veered left towards a trail marker which caused Aaron to slide down a bit. He must have been just inches above the ground.

He was trying to pull himself back up, but I leaned over and tried pushing his legs off. But he wouldn't budge. I then push one of the bodies. The body slid and fell on him, knocking his feet into the back bed. He was now dragging on the side. I veered left again, but the son of a bitch hung on. God damn it, let go! He ended up pulling himself up, able to keep hold of the gun as well.

This guy would not give up. But neither would I. We swerved onto the trail. The cart bounced, but that actually helped Aaron, getting footing. Shit! Fucker! He aimed the gun at me. I didn't have time to react.

But I didn't feel anything. Aaron was the one hit. Blood was pouring out of his shoulder. He fell into the back of the cart, dropping the gun, then flipped over the bodies and off on the betrayal. I hit the brake. Aaron was rolling around on the trail in pain. Was that his partner or?

Amber? I looked towards the woods. I wasn't far from the field on the trail. Amber, where are you? Right here. She hobbled out of the brush. Amy or gun at Aaron. Was that you?

Pretty good shot, huh? Holy shit! She jumped into the cart. We both looked back at the flopping Aaron. Sorry I had to shoot someone. I had no one. Another choice, right? Down the trail, a good 40 yards, Barry ran up, still talking into his radio.

Mike! I see him. I pressed the pedal down, and we lurched forward. Mike, he's aiming at us. Get down! We ducked our heads as Barry fired wildly. But moments later, we were around the bed and both men were out of sight. Amber looked back.

That was crazy. I still can't believe your aim! Thanks. I smiled at it, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the dead bodies in the back. I looked over my shoulder at the two. The two remaining bodies were that of a dead woman with a bullet hole in her head and another what looked like a woman with a club foot.

Mike? Yeah. I hate to say this, but can we, you know... Dump the bodies? She nodded. Yeah, but let's make a little more space first. Okay. And we did.

We made good distance, at least I thought. Come on, quickly. I didn't know how to shift it into park since none of the controls were labeled, so I pulled near the side of the trail next to a softball-sized rock. Which I used to hold the brake pedal down. There's no park. Probably is, but I'm not testing any switches or cutting the power. We can't afford to shut down now. Good idea.

Okay. Okay. The other one. There we go. Put the bodies just off the trail. There we go. You don't think this is a bad idea, do you? What do you mean?

It's proof. Proof of what they do. Amber, I don't think we're gonna get all the way to Yellowstone in this thing, do you? No. No, probably not. I put my arm around her a moment while we both stared at the poor women. All right. They were on the radio, so we need to hurry, especially since they know we're on the trail. Okay. Probably she'd get rid of these then, too.

She would grab two locator boxes and tossed them into the woods. Don't toss that, though. Aaron's gun was in the back, too, along with some other stuff like batteries, tarps, and the toolbox. toolbox, but we didn't bother with the rest. Let's go. I removed the rock, and we were off. Okay, you were right. About?

The cart was worth it. While we were getting pretty far, I still didn't drive fast. It was dark under the canopy of spruce and pine and the moon that disappeared behind clouds. The cart had headlights, but the trail weaves and made traversing it in the cart hard at high speed. How far do you think we are? It's hard to tell I haven't seen another marker in a while Me either and I've been looking

I have to admit I'm surprised we haven't hit any opposition I won't jinx it Sorry She was right I saw that asshole Barry on the radio We had to have called reinforcements But there was nothing

And with our carts and people no helicopters I'd count us lucky if we were past the ranger station But we weren't Not yet You know, that guy, I was just trying to hit him in the arm, really the hand. Amber, I don't know how you hit him at all. I've been shooting before. I know my way around the gun.

Yeah, but moving on a swerving cart at night on a bad ankle? I was also worried about hitting you. I figured. And I'm sorry about before. What do you mean? About the guy after the car crash. You were right. It's us versus them. I realize what that means and what's expected of us. And I know you expected me to leave if anything happened to you back there when you were getting the cart.

But I wasn't going to. I wouldn't leave at this point, no matter what. Yeah, but if they killed me... Well, I wasn't about to let that happen. I took a moment to look into her eyes. I then held out my hand and she took it. My feelings for her continued to grow exponentially in such a short amount of time. Obviously, some of that probably had to do with our situation and how bad we had relied on each other. But not all. Not all.

He drove in silence for a good 20 minutes until the jinx became a reality. Oh, no. I let my foot up as we came around the bend. In the distance, smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. that's where we're heading right yeah that's uh that's north that's where we have to go do you think we can get through it i don't know but jean was right mike they're trapping us i didn't want to admit jean being right but i nodded regardless what do we do but she didn't answer she just leaned up and

started looking around what i don't know what time it is but you're thinking about sight three It should be close Amber Maybe if we're together No I'm sorry I can't I can't trust it

I can't trust him Okay But I think you should I mean maybe you should No I told you We're in this together You don't go, I don't go You're sure about that?

Yes She gripped my hand tighter Okay She leaned back I took a breath So let's see if we can find a path through. I nodded and we headed towards the smoke. Another half hour so it passed, we were getting a half hour so it passed. We were getting

closer to the fires before us. We could just see the faint orange glow. You might have to take a chance and deviate. Odds are they'll have the trail blocked. Or worse, they'll try to funnel us through it. They know we're on it. That may be why we hadn't met any opposition. The further we got, the more nervous I got. Another 10 minutes passed and the smoke was now visible in the headlights. Amber, how's the terrain over there? What do you mean? Off the trail. Oh, uh, I mean it's not too. Too crazy.

Mountainous? Not really. There's some elevated areas to our west, but nothing like we saw south in here. Why? Look at the smoke. It's thick. I'm thinking maybe it's time to deviate. Okay.

We were getting closer and closer to the fire. I just don't see a good opening. It's over there too, to the east. I see. Mike, look, over there too. I don't think any path is going to be easy. be easy. Me either. Another 10 minutes passed and we still didn't get off the trail.

was more open here so the smoke wasn't as bad but ahead and looked horrible the orange glow had spread and he continued straight towards it look papers were floating through the air many were stuck in branches amber reached up and snagged on more fire warnings i grabbed the paper from her glance at it and you crumpled it i slowed the cart trying to look for any sort of opening up ahead i don't see anything and i have to just force our way through then where does it look the best Uh, that way, to the left I pushed the pedal down on the nerds forward The smoke was in the thicker filling the woods before us

We're going to make it Both of us Again we held hands as we waved along the bumpy, rooted ground I brought her hand up to my lips I kissed it, squeezing tightly We made it up the slight hill and saw in the distance Over the tops of trees Just how much of the land was covered in flames

Oh my God Just look for a break Anywhere We came into another semi-open area Where trees were not as plentiful But the smoke made it hard to see Mike, can you see? Not well

I was forced to squint I'm gonna go this way No, no, that's no good, go left She was right The smoke wasn't as thick that way Okay We were now driving over gravel on stone and pockets of thick grass. Let me know if you see a clear path.

Nothing yet. I weaved between trees. Papers and leaves continued to float to the air. That mixed with smoke made it hard to see more than 20 feet in front of us. Mike, watch out! Shit! I jerked the cart to the side. I almost saw a fox that scurried past.

That wasn't the only animal we saw. A herd of pronghorn bounced our way through the field, crossing our path. I swore her back and forth trying to avoid hitting them. There's so many. Watch it! I see, I see. What about there, Mike? You see something?

Yeah, go right. I swerved around more sheep and bearded right. See you right there? That might be your way through. She was right. It was a section of the woods that wasn't a smoky. We could hear the flames, and after another five minutes of careful driving, we saw embers floating and fluttering in the wind. This is horrible.

Amber's eyes were rolled up, but maybe it was because of all the smoke, because my eyes were shutting to burn. As we headed to a more open, as the smoke in front of us wore out. What is that? I don't know. The mini cyclone grew, spinning smoke, leaves, ember. Leaves, embers, and flyers. Then I realized... Oh, shit!

Ahead of us, a helicopter was fast approaching. Turn, Mike! Where? Anywhere, just turn! They didn't waste time firing at us. I veered to the left and skimmed a tree. Shit! The helicopter flew overhead, made a wide turn.

The smoke was spiraling around us. I could feel myself inhaling embers. Oh, they're getting closer. I couldn't look back. I was too focused on what was in front of me. Crap! I swerved narrowly missing a large buck. There were now deer bouncing past.

And coyotes. Watch out! Hang on! We flew over an incline, slamming down into bushes and gravel. I swirbed the right narrowly avoiding two doves of tree, but the machine gun fire kicked up rocks and debris right along on left side. I was hit in the face with dirt and rocks as if it wasn't already hard enough to see.

I was startled by the loud gunshots. Amble was looking back, firing up at the helicopter. I can't get a good shot! I looked over my shoulder a moment to see illness smoke, flyers, and tree branches. That is, until a harsh spotlight hit us blinding me momentarily. I looked away, squinting. Oh shit! I yanked the wheel hard right. to avoid another large bucket.

I kept going right to avoid trees and gunfire. Damn it! Wait! He's backing off! He is? Yeah! Wait! Right! Left! She slid towards me for good reason. I yanked hard left to see we were right on the edge of a rising cliff. Not super high, but high enough.

Below? Blames. The heat hit me with a force. I swerved back to the left, but then right again to avoid the tree. again to a little bit tree. God damn it! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no! Both wheels on the right were on the edge of the cliff.

I felt the cart tilting as we rose higher. We were about two stories above the fire, the flames licking the tops of the trees. I wanted to get back into the woods, but there was no opening. It was tree after tree. I can't get over! I couldn't stop in case the helicopter was right behind us, although I looked up and saw him off it.

Like! Oh shit! The helicopter came hovering in from the side, flying over the flames of the light. The smoke swirled. Five o'clock! There's nowhere to go! I still couldn't get over, the brush was too thick.

Just then, the man hanging out of the helicopter, opened fire, hitting the ground before us. We both ducked his dirt and gravel and flying over the windshield, hitting us in the face. Once the debris died down, I saw the cliff's edge in front of us, approaching quickly. I couldn't stop. I couldn't cut over. I couldn't veer. There was nothing else we could do. The car tilted on crumbling ground. We have to jump! She nodded and grabbed my hand.

The man in the helicopter was reloading as I tried to keep the cart steady for as long as I could. There was no break in the trees, but we couldn't wait any longer. We were closing in. Ready? Yes! Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the man shot hitting the tires and ground below us. Sending the car wheeling. As I gripped the windshield frame, Amber screamed.

She was hit in her leg. She faltered just as I stepped onto the side of the cart. It slid on the crumbling ground. I didn't have time to think as I pushed off, pulling Amber just as the man fired again. The cart fell just as I became airborne. But I slammed right into a tree, losing my grip of Amber, who slipped and grabbed the edge of the card as it completely flipped over the edge of the edge. I spun with the impact hitting the ground hard.

I was in a complete gaze as I went rolling along the ground. My last vision before losing consciousness was seeing the cart. And Amber all over the side out of view. you. And into the flames below. Ugh... No. Well...

He's alive. What about his condition? Stable. But he's not awake? Not yet. Miles, is it important he stays alive? Do you want me to be frank? Go ahead.

I think it was a mistake not to try to take him in alive earlier. Luckily for us, things worked out in our favor. In your favor? I don't think there's any reason to get rid of him now. Maybe not, but I believe... If you want to stay ahead of Caldway... Oh, screw Caldway. I look over all these notes

and there's not one thing in here that we wouldn't have figured out ourselves unless time, mind you. You believe that? With 100% certainty. This has all been one long waiting game. Precisely. But we shouldn't give up on any...

I'm not giving up. There is no reason to give up. But there is a reason to end certain relationships as you've seen in the past. Well, I was just giving my honest opinion. A informed suggestion, sir. Informed suggestion? Killing him will mean more cover-ups.

Miles, the whole forest is engulfed in flames. Where do you think we will falter? Then what shall we do? Has the creature seen him? When we brought him in earlier, not since. We have a blood sample? Yes. Is there anything else we can extract from him at this time?

Any information, perhaps? I think he was attacked by another rat. The missing one? Possibly. And you believe he still may be of use later? Yes, I do. To what extent I can't say? And maybe that's just me being hopeful, but I don't think there's any harm taking that chance,

especially now due to the setbacks. Setbacks he cost. And one for two. Do you believe this to be a Taverson or Campbell's situation? Campbell, we could still keep tabs on him. If we do this, I don't want any more trouble. No, we, uh, won't have any. You so sure about that?

Can you administer the injection now while he's out? I could, but it may be best to wait and see... You said he's stable. He is, but he's been through a lot. Miles? Shouldn't we ask him about the rat? I don't care about that, not now. I don't want to take any chances with Archer.

He's already killed three men that we'd know of and injured more. Yes. I know. But we have him now. You have the Coleman file. You have the kid. I think that's all we need for him to cooperate. All right, Miles, this falls on you. I have too much work to do right now, and with these fires, things won't get any easier. So do it, Archer, as you see fit. But if anything happens in the future, if he gets in our way, I'll personally feed you to that chained-up beast. Understood? Understood. Miles, I'm serious.

Don't make me regret this decision. You won't. My eyes My eyelids were crusted with sleep and dirt. I had to force them open But even then, they were hard to part in the bright light. Where was I? I had a raging headache in every slight movement hurt.

I slowly sat up. I was in a cold, hospital-like room with white walls, bright lights, and a small table in the corner. On the table sat a notepad and pen. There was also a camera in here. It sat above the door. Where the hell was I? Oh, Mr. Archer, you're awake. You feeling all right?

No, I feel awful. That's not a surprise. You had quite the night. We took care of your injuries. Emotion to my chest. I was shirtless, but half my body was covered in bandages. You're lucky to still be alive. If you say so.

Here's a shirt. This is... This is my shirt. I held it up, Inspector. it. It wasn't the one I was wearing last night, but one I left in my tower. It should fit. Please hurry. We don't have a lot of time. What, what's going on? Where, where am I? Please. I slowly put on the shirt as every muscle ached. Nothing life-threatening, which is good,

but it'll take a while for you to fully recover. Good. This way. He took a step back and motion to the door. I made my way to the door as the man went to the small table to grab the notepad and pen. He slid the pen to his shirt pocket. Here, I'll get that for you. He came over and pressed the black button to the right of the door. It slid open to reveal an empty wheelchair with a tall, muscular man with a 5 o'clock shadow, buzz cut, and of course, a tactical vest and rifle standing behind it.

Go ahead. I stepped out, and the man with a notepad followed. We're going to need you to sit. I can walk. That may be so, but... He stepped to the side of the wheelchair in front of the muscular military man. You must sit. He had his hand on some kind of strap on the arm.

They were going to strap me down? Please, Mike, don't make this difficult. Where's Amber? Mike, please. Tell me, where am I and where's Amber? We're underground, aren't we? If you don't sit, we'll have to use force. I don't want to do that.

I couldn't let him strap me down. I didn't trust these guys. I had to get out of here. Mike? I felt that rage rise up in me. The same rage that made me shoot the man after the car chase. Mike, please. It's important that you listen to me.

Fuck it. I quickly grabbed the man's pen from his shirt. No! And jabbed it into his hand. I then pushed him into the muscular man. They stumbled back. This was my chance. Don't shoot him!

I ran down the hall and quickly ducked into an intersecting hallway. I ran down the brightly lit hall, looking for a way out, but every door I passed was shut and locked. Damn it! I looked back to see the muscular man charging after me. I turned another corner and ran down a hallway that was all windows on one side. But the only thing I could see on the other side of the windows was a light blue mist or fog or something of the sort. I turned another corner into a large, mostly empty chamber. This place looked a lot nicer than the last time I was down here, or it's this even the same place.

I ran into another hallway. This one larger and there at the end, I saw two people turn the corner. One was that guy Barry and the other. Gene? Mike? Shit. I turned another corner. Where the fuck was the exit?

I kept pressing buttons as I passed each door, hoping that one would open. Mike! Now it was Barry chasing me. It was gaining on me. me. Come on, where the fuck? The door finally opened. I jumped inside to see a large center table and 12 chairs. It was a whiteboard

podium and two TVs mounted in the corners. This was some kind of conference room. And it was a dead end. I quickly spun around the side, leaving the door open. Barry came bursting through, gun drawn. Punched him in the face, then grabbed his arm and shoved him into the doorframe.

He pushed off and we both tumbled to the table. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and yanked. He fell back on top of me and we rolled into three of the chairs. I finally stripped the gun free and hit him in the side of the head with the butt. And rolled him off. Gene came rushing into the room, so I grabbed there. He lifted him up and pointed the gun at his head.

Don't! Gene froze. The muscular man came rushing in, gun drawn, but he also froze when he saw me. I'll kill him! Mike? Just relax. Okay, don't do anything crazy. I backed up to the end of the room behind the table. dragging Barry in his bleeding face with me.

Where is he? The man I stabbed with the pen came in next. The pen had been removed, but he held his hand wrapped in the bottom of his shirt. Blood was pouring to the floor. God damn it, Mike. I was helping you. Don't do this. Don't do what? Don't let you strap me to a wheelchair and do God knows what to me? No thanks. At least let Barry go. Fuck, Barry!

You could have made this easy. So could you. You could have just let me leave. We plan to. Yeah, right. I believe that. We couldn't before, not at first, but we plan to now. God. Mike. Stop, don't come any closer. I've killed some of your men already, and I'll kill this one.

You don't understand what you're doing. No, but I haven't understood much out here. I know. So why don't you just listen to us? Listen to me. And put the gun down. Not until I'm out of here or I get some fucking answers. Like what? Where is Amber? Amber!

She's dead. Another man into the room casually fixing the collar of his shirt, as if this was a fucking meeting. He was a tall guy with glasses, neatly dressed with a salt and pepper beard. It took me a moment to process what he just said. Wait. What? No. Yes, Mike.

She's dead. I don't believe you. Well, you should. He looked over to Gene who now had red, glassy eyes. It's a strange man telling the truth? How? How? You did it, Mike.

You took her with you and put her in danger. And instead of turning yourself in or meeting with Gene, you continue to put her life in danger. Bullshit! Your people did that. They chased us. They shot at us. But we weren't after Amber. We were after you. Mike, your time here is done.

I was still trying to process everything he said. Amber was dead? See, Miles? We should have just strapped him to his bed and took care of this matter the easy way. You're right, doctor. I assume your stance hasn't changed, though, even with your new injury. He looked down at the pool of blood at Miles' feet. I'll, uh, I'll be okay.

Let's just finish this. The doctor gave him a weird side-eyed glance and turned back to me. I gripped the gun tighter, pressing it hard into Barry's head. Relax, Mike. We're going to set you free. Like your bird, yes? He smiled and sat across from me. What are you doing? In order to set you free, we need you to do us a favor. Normally, we don't ask, but Miles here was adamant that you wouldn't be a problem. The doctor looked again at the bleeding man who quickly checked his hand.

Well, how was I supposed to know? The doctor shook his head slightly and turned back to me. I guess Miles didn't expect you to put up such a fight, especially after everything you've already been through. Now, may I have just a minute of your time? Fuck you. I can't say I'm surprised by your temperament. Miles, can we get the Coleman report?

Sorry, let me rephrase that. Are you able to get the Coleman report? The doctor looked down at the pool of blood. Yes. Thank you. Miles walked out, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Hey! Hey! It's okay. He'll be back.

I'm not doing you any favors. You know, I understand why you're like this. I too would be rather frightened if I were in your shoes, so I can't blame you, and I don't. He ran a hand through his hair. But why don't you try your best to relax and take a seat? Miles will be back shortly. No thanks. Mike, if you just...

It's okay, Marlowe. He's scared. He has every reason to be. What do you want with me? I told you, nothing. We don't need you anymore, and that's why we're setting you free. Just like that. Well, I did say we need a favor. What favor? Ah, there we go. A man willing to talk. We're going to need to give you an injection.

Oh, well, you can just fuck right off. An injection? Fuck you! See, I figured you would say that. It's totally understandable. You don't know us. Why would you let us stick you with something? The problem is, we have to do it.

Is it another tracker? No, no, it's not. We already put one in you, Mike. Yeah, and I took it out. No, we know about that one. Strickland told us about that. He turned to Jean. It was Strickland, yes?

I don't know. Strickland? Aaron Strickland, one of our employees. He let us know, so we made sure to implant another. Miles took care of that while you were in the medical bay. I looked at the crevice in my right arm, but it was bandaged. So was my left arm. So was the rest of my upper body.

Why, if you don't need me anymore? Let's just say it's a precaution. So you don't plan to kill me? No. and you have miles to think for that. You're going to turn me into one of your rats? No, Mike. We're just going to make you forget.

What are you talking about? We've done it before to a lesser extent, but apparently it wore off, so we need to give you a larger dose. You are quite the fighter. What do you mean? Forget. Forget, Mike. Forget this, the woods, the fire lookout job, all of it. It'll help you move on and help ensure that we don't have to worry about you.

You have been quite the thorn in our side recently. I don't even really know what's going on here. Yes, but you know enough that it could really hurt us, like your friend, one for two. Barry moved a bit, but I dug the barrel of the gun deeper. Why don't you let him go and have a seat so we can really talk? Although I must say I don't have much time. We are really talking, and I'm not sitting and I'm not taking any damn injection. We'll see about that.

I don't plan to forget. That's why we need. the injection. Just then the man noticed Miles came back in with a folder. Miles. Now I remembered. That was the guy Amber talked to over the phone. There he is.

He whispered something to the muscular man who lowered his weapon and walked out of the room. He then handed the folder to the doctor. Here we are. He set the folder down, splayed on the table. We didn't want it to come to this, but like I said, I don't have a lot of time. I don't have a lot of time, and you don't seem like you planned a bunch, so we need to wrap this up. He slid the boulder across the table. It came to rest at the edge. Take a look at that, Mike.

I took a step forward, pulling Barry with me. You see that photo there? It was of a young boy. Do you recognize him? It took a moment, but when it clicked, my jaw dropped. He must have noticed. That's right. It's him. He said, Coleman.

The Coleman Report. That is 9.5-year-old Nathan Coleman, but you probably remember him as Nate, and you probably remember him as a 4- or 5-year-old, yes? I could feel a tear sliding down my cheek. What is this? This is how we're going to get you to take the injection. What? Nathan Coleman is in fourth grade. He goes to Lawrence Elementary. He has been struggling with his grades, but that's probably due to the rough last. year he had. His mother, Melinda, she overdosed. It happened when he was at school, but he

discovered the body when he got home and did call 911. Sadly, there was nothing else he could do. She was pronounced dead about 20 minutes after arriving at the hospital. Now young Nathan is living with his grandmother, but she has recently been put on dialysis, so things aren't any easier for the poor boy. It seems that there may be an aunt that will take him in. But it's unknown at this time. I was listening to him the whole time, but I couldn't take my eyes off the photo. It was a school photo. He sat there smiling at the camera and his dinosaur shirt in front of the Aqua background.

Go ahead. You can look through all his information. Everything I told you. It's all there and more. Why are you showing me this? Because we thought this would be a good backup. What do you mean? In case we were at any point.

in a situation like this one now. What does that mean? It means, Mike. If you don't put down that gun and take the injection, harm will come to the boy. What? Now, we don't want that. As I told you, the boy has had a rough life as it is, but we need to get this little situation resolved.

Miles believes in taking another chance with you, and I've come around to that idea. So, Mike, I think it's time you put down the gun. gun. I couldn't believe this. Would they really harm Nate? They've done some despicable things. Of course they were capable of it.

I had no other choice. I loosened my grip on the gun and lowered it. Barry took the gun from me and went to the other side of the room. I lowered myself into the chair and looked at Nate's photo, running my hand over his face. It was like I predicted. His mother, she never got help. And now she was gone and he was alone. Mike, this won't be as bad as you'd think.

It'll be painless. Look at it with more optimism. You'll not only forget this job, but you'll forget the woods, the chases, the rats, and the pain. We can make you forget a lot more than just the last two months, too. We can take away the pain of your father leaving and your mother passing away. We can make you forget Nate and your exes and the bird and everything else that's been a burden. Hell, even all the writer's block. No.

I picked up the glossy photo. No? I don't want to forget all that. Okay. Then maybe we just focus on what you've experienced here. I put the photo down and closed the folder. Amber? What about her?

She really did? He looked to Jean who looked away to the corner of the room, seemingly holding back a flood of tears. She's dead, Mike. But don't worry, you'll forget her, too. Just then the muscular man and the tactic of us came in with the wheelchair. As much as I would like to keep talking to you, knowing that none of what I say will stay with you, I'm afraid it's time for you to go.

We're going to be. We're going to be able to I'm going to be. We're going to be able to be. ...you know. ...toe... ...that... ...the...

...you... I was slowly pushed down a long corridor. I wasn't strapped into the wheelchair because they knew I wouldn't run now. I'd been defeated. Amber was dead and Nate was threatened. This way. Miles was pushing me, but the muscular vested man followed. He turned the corner and there, a huge steel door at the far end.

It was like in my dreams, except the hallway was clean, the lights weren't flickering, and there was no banging. Is that where it is? Yes, for now. As we got closer, I felt its presence, even though I couldn't hear it. Where could I? I could. It was there behind the door. They were going towards it.

My heart was thumping. I squirmed. Relax. We're not going in. Returned, leaving the large door behind, but the next hallway had more of those windows with bluish mist. It's in there? Yes.

I look back to see Miles facing forward. He pushed me slowly. His hand bandaged now wrapped in loose gauze. What is it? Something not from this world. An alien? But he didn't answer. I jumped.

I heard chain movement, then the mist swirled in a large arm and four-fingered claw came into view. It stretched, tightening long, dark chains around its wrist. It knows you're here. Why does it want me? Because it knows you. Why do you have it chained? Because we can't let it get out again. I'll stop the wheelchair when we reached the smaller door at the end of the hallway.

Here, the muscular man went over, slid a yellow key card into the slot and pressed the button with his thumb. The door slid open. The room looked like an operating room with several metal tables and some metal dentist-type chairs in the center. Rows of computers and monitors and cables along the left wall. To my right, shuttered windows. I was wheeled into the center of the room. This won't take long. I was there for a while before Miles told the muscular vested man to leave.

Surprisingly, he did. Here we go. Can I ask a question? Sure, but I can't promise it'll be answered. Why couldn't you have done this while I was asleep? You wouldn't have had to threaten me and you could have avoided a hand injury. Miles look at his hand. A large blood spot of him. formed in the center of the gauze. I wanted to make sure you were healthy.

And now that you know about the kid, even if the effects wear off, you won't have the urge to pursue any answers. You won't be driven to come back here. Because you asshole will harm Nate, so threatening me was important. I'm sorry. Yeah, sure you are.

There is another reason why I didn't inject you earlier. Why is that? I wanted you to see it. Miles went to the corner of the room and pressed a button on the wall. The shutters rose slowly, building a large dome room filled with the bluish mist, saw movement inside, a large black silhouette. The mist swirled as the creature pushed its way toward the glass windows. Why? You'll see. Miles pressed another button on the wall, which raised a cylindrical computer system from the ground by my chair.

There were three different tubes situated around a vertical monitor. Miles came over and hit a button on the screen, then pulled loose a needle connected to one of the tubes by a little hose. Then he pressed another button in the tube in which it was connected, filled with orange liquid. Miles stared intently at the vertical screen. I couldn't see it from my angle. I looked back at the windows in blue mist. I saw the green black skin of the creature rise and fall within the swirling mist. An arm came up and then down.

A tentacle or tail appeared and whipped back and forth. Then... A loud thud from within the large dome as if the creature fell. Ready? What happened? But Miles didn't answer. I just raised the needle. I looked into the blue mist, searching, but seeing nothing now.

He pressed the needle into my skin. I turned away, feeling the weird liquid into my body. I closed my eyes a moment. When I reopened them, I saw the creature's eye. There was no more than a foot or two from the center pain. What the hell? The eye didn't blink, and I didn't either. Until...

What do you see, Mike? A flash came before me, and I was reminded of the darkness. The flickering, fluorescent lights. And dad... It'll all be over shortly. I closed my eyes again and remembered something N.J. said. They made us forget. I tried to relax, but I could feel my heart beating faster.

I thought about Nate and Melinda in the woods, and the tower. Tower four sitting there, surrounded by fire most likely. My heart beat faster. I thought about all the mysteries surrounding that place. Tower four. I thought about N.J. and the other rats. My fights. The monster, the radio, the classical music. Faster. I could hear the music now, classical music coming over some kind of intercom. The creature, it's roaring, it died down. Was the music for him or me? I didn't know if the needle was out yet.

I didn't feel much now except for the rhythmic beat of my heart. I'd calmed, even though I could still feel the weird liquid coursing through me. I continued to calm. I now thought about dad and mom and my childhood bed. I thought about my friends. I thought about Calvin. Thought about Sarah and the question, why. I thought about Carl Young and all of my conversations over the radio.

I was drowsy now and fading fast. I was having a hard time focusing. I was having a hard time remembering. But then she appeared. Amber. I don't know Your father left when you were young, but your mother was there for you until she passed away. Your mother passed away from C.A.D., but she passed away peacefully.

You were fine with it. You then wanted to leave and find something new. So you sold what you could and put the rest in storage. You thought a moment about Bodega Bay, but that wasn't far enough away for you. So instead, you left California and headed away. You weren't sure where you were going. you were going, but you were looking for someplace quiet, a quaint little spot where you could write one day while driving, a car teabung you. Your car flipped and you were knocked unconscious. You

ended up being in a coma for settlements. When you finally awoke, you moved into a motel, only for a couple weeks as you searched for a job, something to get you back to normal life. One day, someone at the motel mentioned an opening for a part-time freight dock hand in Alaska that came with cheap room and board. That seemed perfect. So you sold your truck and went. You've been in Ketchikan of wildlife, working life. You have a small studio space you rent on Jackson Street where you can see the woods, mountains, and you're right in your spare time. It's still a passion. You've also been on dates, but you're not looking for anything serious. Not right now. Someday you'll find your happiness. Until then, it's working, writing, and drinking with buddies. That's all.

But there's one more thing on September 29th, and you're going to want to go to Biddy's Pondon Mountain Point. There, you are meeting something at 7th. You cannot be wind. I'm looking for something new Not sure what hope to find it soon Not trying to complain But I could use a change

I'm already up I'm already up I risk it all I played it safe And it don't matter, the outcome stays the same. Nothing lost, nothing gain. I could just use a change. A little love, a little down.

A little lost, a little foul. A little hole, a little doubt. And I may be wrong, but I want to believe. Changes somewhere in between drunk at a ball or singing in church I've walked away from both feeling worse disappointed and ashamed

meant I could use a chain and every day there's someone new who's trying to sell me their version of change version of truth, and I don't buy what they say, but I could use a change. A little love, a little down, a little lost, a little foul, a little hope, a little doubt, that may be wrong, but I want to believe changes somewhere. In between...

Hi there. What can I get for you this morning? Hey Alice. It's Mike. I'm gonna get the usual. But actually, can you? make man a large today? Oh, hey Mike. Sure thing. Go ahead and pull up. Thanks.

Yeah, I know it's my turn. Yeah, I know it's my turn. You assholes reminded me last night. I already got it. Yeah, on my way in now. All right, see ya. A little fear. A little fear, a little faith.

A little gift, a little pain. Well, I may be wrong. I don't want to believe. It changes somewhere in between. Changes somewhere in between It wasn't easy carrying six coffees in two boxes of donuts, but I did my best. More late. I am not, but I couldn't check my watch with my hands full. I rushed to the break area. I carefully set everything down on the worn wooden table.

Please tell me they had some beer claws today. In the box, they put them with the others. Owen entered, then Norris and Clark. They surrounded me like a bunch of jackals. I quickly grabbed my coffee and get out of the way. Oh yeah, that's his stuff. Where's the sugar? There's sugar here. No, no. We have the raw stuff. I want processed.

Raw stuff is better for you, man. Do I look like a guy who cares what's good for me? Clark shook his big belly. Shook his big belly. Here we go. Yes. I sip my coffee as Lenny and Beth entered. I don't think there are enough coffees here, not if Pete got one.

I don't get coffee, Norris. I'm just here for a donut. Which one's decaf? Right here, marked on the side. Thanks. What's the point of decaf? It's stupid. You're stupid.

You're taking away the best part of coffee. All you're left with is a taste. I like the taste. Hey, who's got next Friday? It's not on the board. Not me. I know that for sure. Ain't me? Oh, give it to me. I don't give a shit.

But I'm only getting what's on that board by Thursday at 5. No last minute calls, changes, or substitutions. Lenny shot Owen a dirty look. What? That wasn't me? That was Pete. You've done it. No. Only when they're out of something like bear claws. Pug. Owen called me today.

Just to check in. I wasn't even running late. Yeah, 10 minutes late is on time with Mike. I hated having this reputation of being late, especially now after the boss had let me a car. Now I didn't have an excuse. I knew it would get worse too once the cold months hit, because I had a hard time getting out of bed when it was cold. And from what I heard, the winter's here could be rough. That being said, I did like it here.

It was beautiful and liked the people. Plus, I only worked four days a week, which allowed the other three days to be writing focused. And the view from my window was gorgeous. Thanks, Mike. Yeah, man. Everyone but Clark walked out. Hey, you clock in? Ah, shoot.

I rushed to the other side of the interior wall to the computer and entered my number. You make it so you're later than you actually are. Ah, I keep forgetting. Yeah, isn't it supposed to only take two weeks for someone to make something a habit? Maybe I should tie a string to my finger. You'll still forget why it's there. He patted me on the back and turned to head back to his workbench, but my eye caught a glimpse of a calendar on the wall. Hey, Clark.

Yeah? You ever been to Benny's pub and Mountain Point? Yeah, I go like every other weekend. Why? I'm supposed to meet someone there tomorrow. Never been. You've never been? No. It's like six miles south on Tonga's right next to Helen's bed and breakfast. I know, I looked it up.

Didn't we all go at once? I probably missed out. Stayed home, writing. Yeah, that makes sense. Often when the guys went out or had one of their fishing or poker nights, I stayed in my place writing. of my story tentatively titled, Girl. Well, the boss gave you a car. You didn't give it to me. You lent it to me. Right. Well, it's a 10-minute drive right off the highway. You really can't miss it.

Who are you meaning? You got yourself another date? I'd been on a few the last two months, but nothing materialized. I still wasn't sure what I was looking for. No, nothing like that. He waited for me to give a real answer, though, and I didn't have one. All I knew is that I put it on my calendar months ago. Benny's Pub, September 29th, 7 o'clock, and in big bold letters, don't be late. Mike? Yeah?

You all right? Look like you were drifting again. Sorry, yeah, I'm good, thanks. He smiled awkwardly and went outside, heading back to the docks. Last our loading zone and a lot, I could see another cruise ship pulling out. I got those awkward smiles often. I think it was pity for being the new guy and for always being late, always forgetting things, always drifting off.

Basically, pity because everyone knew my past. They knew about my coma, so a lot of my forgetfulness, I couldn't help. My therapist said it was probably due to a combination of things, not just the collision. My mother had passed away, and now I was living in a new state, environment. He also attributed the drifting off to having a writer's mind. Sometimes I'd find myself in a fog, as I was thinking about my story, and I'd have to walk around a bit to clear it. Hopefully my therapist was right and it wasn't the signs of early dementia.

I don't know. I'm going to I don't know It was a cold It was a cold night It was a cold night. the cold night. I fixed my beanie as I got out of the car. I stopped in front of the place and looked up at the small red neon sign. The red plexiglass covering the bee was shattered, revealing the

white light beneath. Suddenly flickered. Oh no. I felt my heartbeat quicken. It was hard to breathe. It was happening again. Every so often I would get panic attacks. I never knew what would trigger it. It seems so random. Another thing the guys could pity me for, but as I stared at the white flashing light I was having trouble breathing. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Weird images flashed into my head. A dark hallway flashing fluorescent bulbs. Shut my eyes and hugged myself trying to calm. Please. Hey, buddy, you're all right?

My eyes shot open. I looked up at the sign, the light wasn't flickering anymore. Need any help? A man and woman and dirty wrinkled jackets came down the two steps from the entrance. Noah, I'm okay, thanks. Maybe he needs a ride. You need me to call you a cab, an Uber? No, I'm...

I'm good. You sure? Yeah. I'm okay. He said he's good, Roland. Okay. They seemed unsure, but eventually walked off across the parking lot towards the B&B.

Okay, Mike. It passed now. Let's see who's here for you. I entered the tiny, smoky pub. Like eight people here and half of them were playing pool in the back. Went to the bar and sat. A clock on the wall read five past... Of course, late.

There were two guys at the far end that the bartender was talking to. They finished their conversation, and the bartender laughed as she came over to me. You're a new face. first time here that makes the third one tonight are you a tourist no I moved here not too long ago you're here but Ketchikan

oh she looked over her shoulder at the people playing pool can I get you something sure I wasn't a big beer drinker so it took me a moment to look over the options I scan the chalkboard then taps can I just get a Calypso Odyssey

you got it she poured the beer A whole time looking towards a pool table. Here you are. Thanks. You're meeting someone here? Yeah. Would your name happen to be Mike?

I was taken aback. Yeah. She nodded and walked across the bar. I nervously sit my beer and watched her. A hot shot He's here The pool game stopped Everyone in the bar was now staring at me

Please don't have a panic attack Please don't have a panic attack One man in the far corner of the room Put down his cue and made his way over, beer in hand He had a dark beard and shaggy hair that hung over his ears He was a fit dude with a tight flannel shirt and jeans he walked right up to me and stopped he then looked over his shoulder at the rest of the bar

they all stopped staring and returned to conversing and drinking and playing pool even the bartender started wiping down the bar acting like she was no longer interested hi there hello I think I'm supposed to meet someone here and I'm gonna assume that someone is you it is yeah uh okay well my name's Mike Archer and I Oh, I already know that. Nice to meet you, Mike. He stuck out his hand. I shook it. Firm grip. My name is Jerry Campbell.

And I'm really excited to talk to you. Okay. About what? I sipped his beer and smirked. About everything you forgot. Good. Sorry. I'm not trying to scare. We're really glad to have you on board, Mr. Archer. I hate to be that person, but I gotta ask. What brings you out here?

Ugh. Or unless they truly believe there's a problem. Wise words. Here's some more. Don't use anyone. Don't trust them. Whoever's out there. I just want you to know I'm arms. You're so...

Watch. No, no, Amber. I'm telling you. Well, I don't know what you want me to do. If anybody was right, you want me to call him a liar? Hello? All I wanted to say was... Jerry, are you here?

That's not Jerry. Gary, hit the brakes! Hit the brakes! What the hell are you doing? You were supposed to leave! I am leaving! Wow, do you think you're pretty important, huh? Shit! What do we do?

Get him! Like, do you copy. You also didn't get any. We didn't get any banana chips. Night. Mikey. Tower 4. Written by Robert M. Lamb.

Edited by Jose Carabayo and Robert M. Lamb. Starring Jack Austin as Mike. Gina Coyle as Amber, and Brian Messick as Gene. Co-starring, Nick Cornelius, Eric Holloway, Nick Keeney, Adam Eibon, Veronica Wulfarth, Max Carr, Amy Saunders, Michael Blakeman, Daniel Ketcham, Mitchell Lee, Megan Austin, Jose Carabayo, Robert M. Lamb, and Amy LaRae. Music provided by Taco, at soundcloud.com

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