Tower 4 - S4E3: Charades

Episode Date: November 17, 2025

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This is what I needed. After everything I'd been through, some nice peace and quiet was apt. Not only that, but I loved the woods. One day, I'd buy some land, build my own log cabin, and live somewhere where people couldn't bother me. Hey, Jerry. Of course, even here, I wouldn't get total peace and quiet. Yeah, Amber?

Gene just wanted me to let you know you left your phone in his truck. Oh, did I? I didn't even notice. He said he can try bringing it out, but it wouldn't be this week. Or he could send it via care package when they send one out. Care package? Supply drop. They drop supplies here?

Yeah, mostly just food. Not sure if you want to wait that long, but honestly, you can't really do much on your phone out here, unless you download some movies or books on it. I didn't. And you know what? Just tell them to keep it. I looked back out of the treetops,

letting the cool night breeze tussle my hair. You really don't want it? No, I... I like the feeling of being cut off. Oh, okay. Well, I'll let Jean know. Thanks. So, you excited about your first night? Amber actually seemed friendly, and that was nice, since she'd be my main contact for the season.

But I was really looking forward to the solitude. I am excited. I arrived nearly four hours ago, and we did little introductions. She gave me a quick audio tour of the cabin and storage shed. Good. Well, I'm sorry. Okay. I'll let you go. Have a good night, and let me know if you have any questions or need anything. We'll do.

Night, Terry. Good night, Amber. I clipped the radio onto my waistband, wondering if I should do this now. Sure, what the hell? I took a deep breath and looked straight down over the railing. Vertico hit me nearly instantly, which was frustrating. Damn it. Every time I looked straight down from a great height, I got that nervous, dizzying feeling.

My vision blurred, my hands started to sweat, and images of that day flashed into my mind. Ah, shit. I hated it. I hated remembering the accident. I hated the physical and emotional pain, the pain that I constantly had to push deep down, even though Dr. Browning said that that was a bad idea. You should talk about it, he said.

When you're ready, of course, but you should relieve yourself of that guilt and pain you continue to hold. But I didn't believe that. I didn't have to talk about it. I didn't have to relieve myself. I had to force me. myself. I had to force myself to deal with it and get through it by myself.

I went back to the railing, gripped it with my sweaty palms. But I didn't look down. I continued to look out at that beautiful night view of the vast forest before me. This didn't bother me. This was like looking at a living painting. But you need to face your damn fear, Jerry. Your stupid fear that arose after the accident. Fucking face it and deal with it and get over it. Yeah. I look down, instantly getting dizzy, but also feeling pain, guilt, hurt.

But I didn't stop staring straight down even with all the images flashing into my mind of the accident and more. I felt like I was falling. and I was brought back to that day where my entire life flashed before my eyes right before. Son of a bitch. Well, baby steps, I guess. You have the whole season to conquer this bullshit. It's not like I'm going to have a lot of other stuff to do out here.

Huh. Sevenland Productions presents Tower 4 Season 4 Episode 3 Chirades and where do you think you're going to think you're going next door for a quick drink

it's a little early no It's afternoon. I'm just teasing you, dear. You go get yourself a drink. Want me to bring you back something? You're going to get a beer to go? Can you not do that in this lovely state? I'm sure they'd let it slide, but no, I haven't had a beer in ten years, so no, thank you.

I appreciate the offer, though. Of course. Helen, the owner of the B&B, smiled warmly, then made her way into the kitchen. She was a nice lady with a four-bedroom home. I'd reserved my room a long time ago. She remembered me from the last time I was here. This time she had some other guests that were important people, but that's all she would say.

I did get a picture of each of them and sent them to Miles who confirmed that they did not work for Iris. Now, I was going to the bar next door to do a quick scan of the establishment. I'd been to this bar nearly six months ago when I came. came to do my first reconnaissance mission, but now it was real. The first thing I wanted to do was a quick scan of any kind of bugs to check and see if there were any new cameras installed. But from the looks of it, at least from the front, it still seemed to be void of cameras.

Good. I quickly fixed my shirt again, making sure the button camera was facing directly ahead. I entered and instantly locked eyes with the bar. who was leaning against the counter texting on her phone. She squinted at me, probably trying to place me. Do I know you? I was here on business a while back. Yeah?

Nearly half a year ago. I vaguely remember that. You got a good memory, but I'm going to guess you forgot my drink. It must have slipped my mind. Any kind of pale ale is fine. I get to choose. Lucky me. As she got my drink, I did a quick turn to check for any newly installed cameras,

but I didn't see any. Not surprising. This was a small hole in the wall in this small coastal town. I doubt they had any issues with crime. Here you are. What's my poison? Gunner's daughter. It's new.

Am I a guinea pig? Yeah, I haven't tasted it yet. Let me know. Mmm, it's good. You want to set up a tab, or do you plan to pay as you go? Pay as I go since I'll probably be going soon. Is that so? Oh, don't worry.

I'll be back later. Oh, thank goodness. Well, I'm here all night. Good to know. I had a quick look around after paying. I don't remember it being this slow last time. It's still early. The busloads of customers won't get here until like seven.

I chatted with her a little more before finally making my way. around the bar. Everything seemed to be the same, except where they moved the jukebox. No cameras anywhere, and as I moved around the bar, I used my scanner which was in my pocket to detect for bugs, but it never went off. After a quick sweep, I found that, like I predicted, it was clean. All the precautions were overkill, but Miles wanted to be sure. Before leaving, I looked over to the two guys playing pool and thought about joining for a game. But I'd have time for that later. I needed to leave and give Miles an update while I still could.

I'll be back. I'll be waiting. There's no lines on a gravel road right where nobody goes. And I'm addicted to his leather and smoke. A black motorcycle Give me Playback on a vinyl It's some chief

Aviators from 65 Give mistakes Goose weighing like a news And I'll be clean An hour later And I was uploading the footage

For Miles Surprisingly, he got back to me quickly, informing me that the bartender was no one he knew The same with the other four patrons Although, there was no guarantee that those patrons would be there all day, except maybe the one drunk at the end of the bar. Okay, I will be heading back around five to make sure I don't miss him. I will try to send any new footage or picks while I'm there.

Otherwise, I'll have to upload anything new when I get back. The only thing I was really nervous about is if Mike told anyone about his meeting. What if he came with someone, or what if he was followed? That was something I just had to be ready for, and one of the reasons why I took a chartered boat here. I had two guns with me and all this spying equipment. So I was being careful like Miles asked, but I was also ready for shit to go down. And I couldn't lie to myself. I kind of wanted it to, much to Miles chagrin. I will also update you on progress and let you know.

where we stand. If anything changes on your end, reach out. I sent the message. I then went to the window and looked out at the trees and waterway. A large cruise ship was moving through. I know the bartender mentioning busloads of people was a joke, but I did worry that the bar may be packed to later. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case. Still, I'd get there early to scope out the place again and get good face shots of all the new patrons. In the meantime, I decided to take a nap. It was a long boat ride here, and I was awake for much of it, but now I was exhausted. But instead of closing my eyes, I grabbed my tablet. I went to my video, the video I needed and was glad I made. the video that made me want to continue, the video that made all this worth it, the video that gave me purpose, I clicked to play.

Ah, he wasn't lying. Back so soon? You thought I was lying? Someone must be bored. I do have some time to waste. I didn't get your name before. I hesitated a moment. Looked around at all the patrons. Some the same, some new. I'd have to get the new faces on camera. Is it a secret?

Sorry, it's, uh... I sat and thought about what Miles said. But she was clean and all the other patrons weren't in earshot. And honestly, after watching my video for the hundredth time, fuck them. Jerry, it's Jerry. You're trying to keep a low profile? I'm meeting someone here, and it's kind of a surprise. Oh, okay.

A lot of secrecy going on here. you don't want to say too much maybe secret government business maybe your FBI or maybe a fugitive but no problem I get it I won't blow your cover she was joking around

but she wasn't too far off with the secrecy stuff while the place looked okay I still plan to get some picks of the current patrons and send them off to get checked what can I get you you already forgot again is that what you want have you tried it yet

nope but must be good it is I'll probably have a few of them since I'm two hours early. Want to get a pre-game in? Actually, I thought I'd get a pool game in. I leaned to the side to see into the back area with the tables. Any good? I'm going to try to tow the line between cocky and confident and say,

yeah, I'm pretty good. She leaned forward, getting close to me. Okay, well, be careful. Mr. Gauti is a shark. You mean, sharp? Is that what I mean? I think nowadays it's interchangeable, actually. But, okay, what about Mr. Large Forehead?

He talks a big game, but it's all talk. It's why he never plays for more than 20 bucks. But if you're mildly good at Pool, you can beat him. He's also short, so you keep a cue ball in the middle of the table, he'll struggle. Can't he just use a bridge? You mean a bitch stick? He's got way too much pride for that. You sure know a lot about Mr. Large Forehead.

Let me guess. A regular? We used to date. Ah, okay. I continued to watch the players in the back while the bartender got my drink. I didn't get your name. Lacey. Nice to meet you, Lacey. She smiled and nodded as she finished my poor. So this person you're meeting, is it a lady? Sadly, no.

Just an acquaintance? Yeah, actually. Thanks. You want to open a tab? No, I'd like to pay as I go. Oh, that's right. Here you are. Much appreciated.

Out of curiosity, are all the people here regulars? She didn't even have to look around. She just nodded. Oh, yeah. No one new in here right now. We occasionally get tourists this time of year, but even then, it's not many. That was good news. Not a sure thing, but maybe relax a bit.

Okay, last question. Shoot. And don't worry, I'm not busy, Mr. Detective. Mr. Detective? Sorry, trying to come up with a good nickname so we can keep everything on the D.L. Thanks for that. I was just curious if you ever heard of a guy named Mike? Mike.

There's a lot of mics. What's the last name? I hesitated a moment. Archer. Doesn't ring a bell. You live in Mountain Point? Get you can. Oh, sorry, no.

Don't know him. No problem. Just curious. Again, I live. leaned to the side to watch the players in the back. This is going to sound weird, but he doesn't know exactly what I look like. So if some guy comes in, who looks a little lost, you mind sending him my way?

Sure. But can you do me a favor, too? What's that? She leaned forward again. Can you take my ex-boyfriend for everything he's worth? She motioned to the pool tables in Mr. Larche forehead. I think I can handle that. and I thought the noise

I stopped on the knives just so you could rest I walked in glass so you could progress And that's game. God, fucking, son of a... Ugh! Go again? One minute. I held up my empty glass.

Fine. Fucking shitty fucking setups. Total bullshit luck. The bartender's ex raged to the other pool players while I went to get another beer. Can I get another? Lacey smirked as she walked over. This was my third. so far, but I had to be careful with how much I drank.

Not because I'd let my guard down, but because I had a bit of a temper. I'd probably be a lot like her ex who was still cursing himself for losing a fourth game to me. Sorry, that's not him. She did a slight head motion to the young 30-something's couple who'd come in earlier looking rough. They sat at the end of the bar, near the wall. I could only hear a few things they said over the music and chatter. I wanted more time out there. Yeah, well, what do you expect?

I've learned to not expect much. We got what we needed. Did we? Of course. And I'll give you everything I have, everything I showed you. I can't do much else here. Here you go, eavesdropper. He said his name was Ansel, but honestly, I think he was lying.

Really? Looks like there's a lot of shady stuff going on tonight. He was lying. at least to one of us because Helen mentioned the guy's name was Jake and the person he was with was Samantha they were the other people staying at the B&B and they were clean

but I didn't mention any of this to Lacey although she gave me a weird look when they both greeted me with a nod. What's that about? I nodded back, raised my glass. I've seen them around. Is Ansel his real name? I smiled and shook my head.

I don't believe so. I knew it. This Lacey was absolutely. actually helping me out, and it was great. I looked to the other end of the bar where two men sat, the drunk guy from earlier, who seemed half asleep having trouble holding his head up, and another big, gruff man with a missing hand. They're new locals, but don't worry about them.

I'm not. Mainly because after my third game of pool, I went around getting more video with my button camera, which I sent off to get scanned via myself. I'd done it twice since being here. Miles carved out a good three hours for himself to scan the images. He'd assured me, none of these people were people he recognized, and they weren't in the database. Lacey looked to the beer in my hand.

Sorry. Here you are, Lacey. That's a bigger role than you had earlier. Did you see your ex go to the ATM? I sure did. I also see him losing his shit right now. and he wants another game nice job hot shot

hot shot no good I'll take it It wasn't perfect I was able to sinker. Yeah, I elevate the moon, change the game, make the rules, everything's a lot. It wasn't perfect.

But with a slight glide along the edge, I was able to sinker. Another game won? Ah, take it. Thanks. Another? Sure. I'll rack. I took a gulp of beer as my opponent grabbed all the balls.

It wasn't Lacey's X anymore. He took off 30 minutes ago, unable to handle any more embarrassment. Mr. Gotee also left. Now, I was playing against a Mr. Big Nose. I'd already won two games, but this guy wanted to play for less money, which was fine. I didn't come here to get rich. I know your strategy now. I got you this game.

Okay. I checked my phone, but there hadn't been any new updates from Miles, which was fine. I'd sent him new images a half hour ago, and he already cleared the gruff man with a missing hand. a gray-haired woman, two other pool players, and Mr. Bignows. I think it was pretty obvious that I was good here, unless Mike was followed. But it was after seven now, and I'd wondered if he'd actually show. And I'm breaking this time, too. Fine by me.

Just know that... Hey, hot shot. He's here. I spun around. Holy shit. I turned back to my opponent. Hey, sorry, man. I got to sit this one out. My friends here.

Mr. Big Knows nodded, probably secretly relieved, and I went to the bar. I was a little on edge now, as the bar got silent a moment. But I had to play this cool. Do as Miles said and how you prepared. Hi there. The conversation that followed went pretty much how I expected it to. I knew it would be a challenge, but that's why we picked this neutral place instead of showing up at his doorstep. Although Miles said he didn't know

exactly where they placed Mike That was securities issue So instead, Miles said this was the spot that would be best for a meetup And I hoped beyond hope I could get Mike drinking and relaxed enough That he would at least hear me out This is bullshit

But obviously it wasn't going well I had to reveal more to get him on board Without scaring him off Is it? Well, I can make a call couple of other wild, but accurate guesses about your life as well. Nightmares, cold sweats, memory loss, a feeling of deja vu. You a shrink?

No, Mike. And if I were you, I'd stay away from shrinks right now. But I had to ease into that. No. I've just been through everything you have. How do you know what I've been through? You don't even believe I was in a car accident. Because you weren't.

Miles filled me in on some of Mike's adventures. He actually was in an accident, but it wasn't where or how he thought it happened. Oh, yeah? And how did they get the scars on my face, neck, back, and arms? That's what I wanted to know. Maybe some of the scars did come from the accident in Bridgettein, but not all of them. Apparently, Mike was quite the adventurer, and I wanted to know everything he experienced in those woods, what he saw and what he heard. The stuff Miles didn't know. I also wanted to know about

Amber. Miles said she went with him. I wondered why. So I tried to tempt him to stay a little while longer with a game. The how isn't as important as the why. I was trying my hardest right now. I needed to just talk long enough to give him doubts. That's all. But so far it wasn't working. Stay and I'll tell you Trust me Trust you I don't even know you Then let's change that

I held the pool cue out to him It's your shot In his file it said that Mike was an inquisitive guy Let's see if that held true now He sighed, grimaced Then pushed the cue and my hand out of the way He went to his cue that was leaning against the wall grabbed it, and started chalking.

Looks like the file was right. He was interested, at least, until he wasn't. Now to bring out the big guns. I know about your mom. Good for you. As I followed him, I looked around, wondering if the coast was clear. Many of the vehicles looked the same as when I entered a few hours ago, but there were new ones, obviously.

and they all looked empty. I need to know everything you experienced. I'm done here. Mike! But he wasn't having it anymore. I tried a few more tactics like mentioning his ex and her son. Two things Miles said may strike a chord. It at least got his attention.

So did... Do you... See things? What? Do you see things? Have visions? When he looked to the bar's neon sign, I knew he did, but he still was adamant about leaving. So I gave him a quick warning about taking anything, and I gave him my number.

The number I wrote down in my room before heading into the bar, just in case things went poorly. Not that this was a sure thing either, but it was another step to get him to question things and have an outreach. He shoved the slip of paper into his pocket. At least he didn't rip it or throw it away. Hey, Mike? Yeah? Melinda passed away. That sudden piece of information seemed to hit him hard.

What? She passed away. Now for the mic drop. But your father's alive. As soon as I said it, I turned around and walked away. As I did, I continued to survey the area, my hand hovering over my gun. Who are you so worried about? Them?

You're nowhere near Wyoming. They watch, and they listen. He needed to know that they were here too. As he climbed into his car, I continued on past the bar entrance. I decided to walk away from the B&B in case any one of the watchers were here now. And the moment that Mike began backing up, I snuck around the corner and went into the woods. I could just see Mike take the turn on the highway. I waited a good five minutes in the darkness, slowly losing that slight buzz I had.

I heard a wolf, but I wasn't scared. The woods never scared me, and neither did wildlife. Another minute passed, and I was ready to go. But just when I was about to step out from my cover, a red truck came creeping up a side road. It stopped at the highway a moment before turning. It slowed in front of the bar, but never stopped, instead heading around the corner and disappearing behind the foliage. The next The next several days passed slowly.

The next several days passed slowly. There wasn't much I could do. I talked to Miles a couple of times over the week, but it was hard for him to find time to converse. The rest of the time, I just sat around and waited. Yes? It's Helen, dear. Hello. Now I know you said you didn't plan on going out today, so I brought you some dinner.

Oh. I always had to be on alert. but I hid the gun in my waistband under my shirt as I opened the door fully. Helen was alone with a tray of soup, sandwich, and drink. You didn't have to do that. I know I didn't have to, and I wanted to. Oh, you don't go out much, and I had plenty of extra food. She did this a few times over the last several days.

She set the food on the dresser near the tube TV. Are you sure you don't want me to do laundry? I did only bring so many clothes. Um, I mean, if you'd like. Oh, of course, dear, said whatever you have in a pile outside your door and I'll get to in a bit. Are you sure? I wouldn't offer otherwise. She was a spunky little thing.

You can put your tray and plates outside your door when you're done, too. It's a turkey sandwich with Swiss and potato soup. Hopefully, that's to your liking. It sounds wonderful. and a lemonade. Perfect. But before she left, I saw her look to the bedside table, where my phone, tablet, and a couple other electronic gizmos were charging.

I hope I'm not bothering you, and you've been able to get a lot of work done. No bother at all. I told her I was staying here to get away for a bit to get some important work done, but I never elaborated on that work. That being said, you really should get out more. I agree. And not just to that bar next door. You should go out and get some of that fresh Alaskan air.

Right. Okay, well, I'll let you get back to it, and like I said, just put the place in any clothes he won't washed outside your door. You got it. Thank you, Helen. You're welcome, dear. She was right. I should get out more, but I couldn't go far.

I definitely couldn't go into Ketchikan, and there wasn't much in Mountain Point. I'd gone out two days ago and walked to a little convenience store and a dock just because I was feeling cooped up, but that was it. This wasn't a vacation. It was work. I walked past the food over to the window, peeling the curtain back. It was a gray, gloomy day. Maybe I'd go out again, but in two more days I'd be leaving. I looked over to my phone. Hopefully, Mike would call me by then.

When the night came to leave, I got a lot of outside time. I went and grabbed another beer from the bar, but Lacey wasn't there. It was a shorter, older guy bartending, and no one playing pool. I had two beers, contacted Chuck again to confirm departure, and then went back to pack. But that's when I heard the young wolf outside, and now here I was in the bathroom, running cold water over bloody puncture wounds. For the first time since talking to Mike, I got hopeful.

The idea to hurt the creature came from my own pain. But when I emailed Miles, it took an hour for him to respond with a simple, all-try. That response was so open-ended that all my hope had faded. I knew it couldn't be easy for him, but he knew I was leaving soon. I found the first aid kit under the sink. I didn't want to wake up Helen if she was sleeping already. If Miles couldn't do it tonight, that meant waiting. And when I didn't even know if it would work, waiting was depressing.

There we go. I got the bandage affixed, then stared at myself in the mirror. You got less than two hours. After that, Mike is on his own. It was close to midnight now. It was close to midnight now. I looked over to the bar. There were still several cars in the parking lot.

Hmm. Helen said it wasn't important to lock the door. She never did. This was the safest area in all of Alaska. Hell, all the country, according to her. Unless you're a wolf. I looked to the woodline, wondering if the wolf's wound would heal. But I also wondered about my wound.

My arm was still throbbing. I'd have to get it looked at once I reached Washington. I was walking to the dock because it was pretty close to the B&B and Highway Road. I just hoped Chuck was there, waiting, like he said. While the nice, cool night was quiet and calm, I still kept an eye out and my hand hovering over my gun. just in case. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating both the woods to my right

and the water to my left. I made my way to the other side of the road. Part of me wondered how Miles would go about hurting the creature. I also wondered if I would feel any impact. Jesus, you don't even know if it'll work. Another ten minutes, and I was closing in on the dock. It was a small structure with only four boats anchored.

But the biggest one was Chuck's at the end. I remembered it for my trip up here. I didn't see Chuck as I approached. I checked my watch. It was five after. I was just about to call for him when a sudden sadness washed over me. What the hell? A tear slid down my cheek.

I wiped it away, surprised by its appearance. Then another tear started sliding down the opposite cheek. The sadness was strong. I let go of the bag in my hand as the other slid off my shoulder. My knees trembled, then buckled. I slowly lowered myself down before I fell. He was doing it. I was pretty drunk at this point, things were happening so quickly.

One minute Lacey's telling me about some local hunters at the bar who turned out to be gay. The necks were on her bed, ripping our clothes off. It was nice letting go of my inhibitions. It seemed like she was, too. I also kind of seemed like she was drawn to my troubled past. Maybe it was a weird kink. Lacey pushed my hands down as she got on top. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and mostly because I had kept my distance from everything and everyone. But obviously alcohol was helping in this instance. It made me wonder why I didn't succumb to this. feeling long ago. I had the means, just not the interest, I guess. But deep down, I knew why. I didn't want to be that person. Like, stop. I don't think about anything but what's happening

right now. I pulled her in for another kiss, trying my heart is to put passion into it. She seemed to be pleased. She moved her hands to my chest and pushed herself up while she continued to ride me. It felt great. My mind went blank again. Out of nothing but pleasure. That is, into another feeling, it itself present. Sadness. Why was I feeling this right now? I got it stronger and stronger.

But now it wasn't sadness, it was also pain. Why pain? No, no, this wasn't right. What was happening? Lacey pulled the sheets off the bed, flinging them behind. to, she grabbed my hands to rest on her hips, but this felt wrong. Why? Why?

And then it hit me. Maybe you copy? Amber! What? Uh, what? Yeah, what? I don't know. What just, uh, happened.

Seriously? Who the hell is Amber? I was just about to say something when... More visions. Now I was running through woods, just scratching my face and ripping my clothes. Then, me driving a small vehicle. than me staring at a radio, sitting on a stump.

Another flash, and I was staring up at Lacey, who was still on top of me. But now her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was still waiting for an answer. Uh, I, um... You say another girl's name? Really? I'm sorry. Are you involved with someone? No! But she shook her head in annoyance and climbed off.

Wait! No, I'm done. She grabbed her clothes from the floor and made her way into the bathroom. Just get your stuff and go. My head was throbbing. As I was about to stand, I got what felt like vertigo because now I was leaning over a railing. I was rolling downstairs outside, tumbling with another person, throwing kicks and punches as I fell. I closed my eyes, but still more visions came.

I could see it all so clearly. A lake, a tent, a bear. I was laying on the floor of Lacey's bedroom now, still naked. Oh, shit. It happened again. I saw fire, deer, and coyotes running from the flames as I drove around them. A helicopter. People shooting at me, but when I looked over, a woman.

The same woman. Remember? She looked scared. And for good reason, the small over-topped car I was driving tilted. She screamed. She yelled to me, but I couldn't do anything as she disappeared into the fire below. I was back on carpet, sitting in Lacey's room. Yes, Lacey, Lacey's room.

But I didn't move. I sat naked leaning against the bed frame, waiting for more flashes, but they didn't come. I got up and slowly made my way around the room, grabbing my clothes from the floor. The strong feelings that had entered my body, fear, anger, pain, hurt, sadness, had all dissipated. I moved slowly as I dressed, wondering when the next stupid flash would happen. This wasn't normal. This shouldn't happen. I was back to taking my medication.

I started thinking about Jerry and every. everything he said. Did he really be telling the truth? I shook my head trying to shake the thoughts. I now felt completely sober and I hated it. I couldn't imagine what Lacey was thinking. I probably looked like a complete lunatic. I went over to the bedside table to grab my phone thinking it was the one that got a message. But no, it was Lacey's phone. And the message read, you better not fuck him. It was from someone named T.J. What? Another text from another number.

But this one read. But hold him until tomorrow. He needs. But it was cut off. Her phone was password protected, of course. This was clearly about me. Anger had come back, but so did another feeling. Pure paranoia. Hey!

She was just finishing with her bra when I barged into the bathroom. My temper flaring. I held up her. her phone. Who's T.J.? Her eyes went wide with panic. What? What? Who's T.J.? That's, uh, he's a next boyfriend. What about the unsaved number? What, what are you talking about? What does it mean hold me till tomorrow? I know it's about me. So what does it mean, and who the hell is it? Listen, Mike? No. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall. Tell me. Tell me. I.

I... But then the image of a weird man flashed before me. He had a crooked, clawed hand and scars on his body. It startled me. I stumbled backwards and fell into leaves. But in actuality, I had stumbled into the wall and my head on the towel rack. He grabbed her phone and ran. No.

Hey! I ran after her. She was in the living room opening the front door. No! I lunged over the section and grabbed her before she made it outside. Help! Tell me what this is. Tell me what's going on.

Help me! As we wrestled, I was able to kick the door shut. Her screaming would attract people. Stop! Stop! I was now filled with such rage. I held her down and was about to strike when I noticed my clenched fist and was instantly taken aback. Not in a weird flash, but back to Mel and I.

I remember it all the times that she would hit me, how hard it was for me to hold. hold back and let the situation play out. The bruises and scratches on my body that she would later say was just proof of how passionate she was about us. How they showed the hardships we endured. Complete utter bullshit.

More sadness washed over me. Tears began to flow as I clenched my fist and fell to the side off of Lacey. I'm sorry. She scrambled up and against the wall, frightened. I'm sorry.

I just want to know what the fuck is happening to me. I sat up against the couch, slumped, defeated. I didn't, I didn't mean to get rough. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just something is happening to me or has happened. I want to know what. I wipe the newly formed tears onto my shirt. shirt sleeve before looking back at Lacey.

But for a moment, her image flashed and I saw the woman. Amber? Sitting there with a worried expression. Behind her, a huge open canyon and starry sky. But then the image faded and I was back in Lacey's home. She was still staring at me, probably unsure what to say, but eventually her eyes slowly softened. I'm, um... I'm sorry, too.

Please. Tell me what the hell is going on. Well, you gonna tell me? Tell you what? While you're crouched on the damn dock, nearly knocking your bags into the water. I... I just got sick all of a sudden. Maybe you shouldn't be getting on a boat then.

No, no, it's not a stomach thing. No? No. I brushed myself off. While sadness, anger, and pain washed over me. I didn't see. Anything. And it didn't last long. Okay. Well, you still want that ride?

Uh, I looked back at the road, back at the small town. You won't be back for a while, right? The moment I climb aboard, I won't be back this way for another three weeks, at the earliest. Damn. Well? There was no guarantee Mike was affected. Even if he was, there was no guarantee it would impact him to a degree in which he would suddenly want to reach out. He hadn't up until this point.

Do I chance it? Then what? Be stuck here three more weeks or head into Ketchikan and try to get another charter? Deep down I wanted to. Deep down, the anger stirred in me. But Miles was adamant about me getting out, not putting myself in any danger. Okay. Yeah. I, uh, still want that ride. Okay, then.

Hopefully, if Mike was impacted like me, he would reach out. And if he did, I'd figure out another way to get back here. Or better yet, convince him to come to me. Chuck and I climbed aboard. Chuck pulled the ramp up and anger, and then made his way to the upper deck in hell. Settle in. We got a good 30 hours ahead of us. Oh, I remember. I hated that. At some point down the channel, I'd lose signal. It happened on the way up. So I quickly sent a message to Miles telling him that I felt it and that I was leaving now.

I also mentioned that it was short and I wondered why. It may not even have been enough time for Mike to experience anything. I felt like I barely did. I then gave him my ETA into Washington. As we drifted out into the channel, I grabbed my two bags, took one last look at the dock and mountain point as a whole, and went into the cap and to store my things like last time. I set my bags on the padded bench opposite the table. This is where I slept last time, and where I assume I'd be sleeping this time.

I was already tired, and I hoped that I would at least get... Just then I heard the toilet. What the? The bathroom door opened, and a man with a medium-billed and wide face stepped out. He looked surprised to see me. Oh, hey, you must be the other guy. The other guy? Chuck said we had to wait for someone else,

and I thought I heard someone come on. board? The name's Morrison. He stuck out his hand. I reluctantly shook it. Chuck didn't tell me anyone else was on board. I kept my other hand just over my gun. Yeah, I needed a ride into Washington, and he said he was already heading that way. Way cheaper than flying. Sure. We stood there for a bit in awkward silence, until he reached into his pocket. I almost grabbed from my gun, but when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, I relaxed. All right then. Now that we're on our way. I'm gonna go have a smoke. He pulled a cigarette from the box and slid it between his lips.

Then he held the box to me. You? No, thanks. All right. He smiled and then walked out. I wasn't sure what to make of this, but I had to keep my guard up the whole trip now. And it looked like I wouldn't be getting any sleep. Lacey got me a glass of water while I sat at the square dining table with my head and my hands.

Here you go. Thanks. She said next to me. I swear. I was just approached the other day. He told me to talk to you. He said I'd probably be your type and that you'd be willing to go out on a date. My type? That's what he said. She was shorter, a little thicker, seemed outdoorsy, but that was hardly my type. I didn't even really think I had a type.

Although, I guess I can't compete with this. Amber. She forced to smile, but the joke fell flat. Sorry. So they wanted you to take me out, but... obviously didn't want you to sleep with me. No, I told you. T.J. is my ex. I, um, I told him about this proposition.

I don't know why. We got to chatting the other day and, well, he got jealous, even though we're not together anymore. Hell, he thought I was flirting with your friend last week, too. Not my friend. Well, you know, your acquaintance. I nodded and gulped some more water. Want more?

No. So let me get this straight A random guy comes into the bar Who you've never seen before Asked you some questions about me and Jerry And then says if you can get me to go on a date with you tonight And keep me busy for a while That he'll give you two grand

She nodded And you believed him You gave me 500 right there Said I'd get the other 15 Sunday T.J saw it and asked me what was up Like an idiot I told him And to keep me busy you figure you'd take me to your place to fuck

No, I, I didn't plan for that. I figured dinner would be enough, but I was having a good time. I figured drinks couldn't hurt. We were hitting it off. He said to keep you busy late, but I didn't think it'd end up with us, you know, that wasn't like part of the plan. Why? Why what? Why did he need you to keep me busy tonight?

He didn't say. He didn't give you a name? No. And he didn't ask my name? No. He already knew you. your name, and described you to a T. He did ask about your friend, though. Sorry, acquaintance. And?

And, I didn't give him that guy's name. Uh, Jerry, right? I nodded. Yeah, I didn't say it. Why? Because he was kind of on edge all night last week, very secretive, and I just felt that it wouldn't be right. Seriously? Well, he kicked T.J.'s butt and pool, and I thought that was a nice gesture. The same T.J., you told all this, too? We have a complicated relationship.

Right. Did this mysterious guy say anything else? No. I stared at her, trying to read her. I promise. I really did like spending time with you, and I guess I got a little drunk and made some unwise decisions. Yeah, me too.

I should have just told you, but I don't make a lot, okay? $2,000 goes a long way. It's fine. What did he look like? Um, black hair and a ponytail, maybe six foot. He had a little bit of a belly and a wide face. But no name. No.

And the whole time he was acting shady? Yeah, not sure why. I have an idea. She seemed to understand my comment. Obviously, I was of some importance to this guy, yet he didn't want me to know. Listen, that's everything I know. I swear it. You can look through all of that guy's texts, but he only sent three.

She showed me the text from the unsaved number The first text telling her I was going to be at the pharmacy soon The second text is about the time to set the date And the third one I saw earlier You couldn't even look through my phone and see all of TJ's texts But he wasn't involved No, it's okay I tried to think back to everything Jerry said

But I also couldn't help but think about all the visions I saw tonight What the hell was going on And who the hell was that guy Lacey mentioned 20 minutes later, and I joined. 20 minutes later, and I joined this Morrison on deck. In fact, I didn't take my eyes off this guy, even watching him from the cabin earlier. You doing okay?

I looked over at Chuck behind the wheel. Yeah, I'm fine. I looked at my phone. My signal was weak, but still there. Good. I held my phone up inconspicuously, as if reading a text. But really, I was taking a picture. Shit, it made a noise.

And the man, Morrison, who now had his long black hair in a ponytail, was looking over at me. Shit. I turned away and quickly sent the photo to Miles. Although, a moment later, I got a reply stating the message failed to send. Seriously? Already? I could hear Morrison walking towards me. I quickly went to my camera and snapped another shot. This one of the Moonlit Channel. Taking pictures?

From my friend. He doesn't believe I came all the way up here. I took another shot of the rocky shoreline. It's pretty out tonight. Especially with that moonlight. He was looking up at the night sky. Sure is. He leaned against the railing next to me, and I quickly pocketed my phone. What brings you out here?

Oh, um, came to see an old friend. Who? Her name is Audrey. Audrey Richardson. Lives in Mountain Point. Nowhere? He shook his head. No.

You just visiting as well? No, I actually live here now. have been for almost six months. Where are you from? D.C. What made you come here? Tired of city life. Ah.

Morrison took a couple of puffs of his cigarette while staring down at the passing water. Why are you taking a boat? Huh? I was checking my messages again. It looked like the message had sent, but the signal was going in and out. Why are you having this guy ferry to the mainland? You from Washington? No.

Didn't feel like flying? I actually can't fly. You a convict? Got warrants out for your arrest? Scared, too. That's all. Oh. Is it planes or is it... Heights. Which wasn't really a lie. What about you? You live in Alaska now. Why not fly? This way is way more scenic.

He smiled, but I didn't like the way he did it. But was I just being paranoid? I still had my gun on me. And if I needed to, I'd use it. What happened to your arm? My sleeves were rolled up a bit, and just a hint of bandage was visible. Would you believe it if I said a dog? A dog did that? My friend Audrey owns a pit bull.

I've never been a fan, and now she knows why. I've never been a fan of dogs. While the guy went back to staring at the water, I checked my phone again. It was back to no signal. Would I have to wait until Sunday to get a reply? By then, it might be too late. Something wrong? He caught me looking.

Just lost signal, hoping my friend sees my message. I'm heading back sooner than I thought. I'm sure you could Uber or hitch a ride if you needed to. A lot of people in Bellingham are nice and helpful. Yeah, I'm not too worried about it. Again, he smiled. But again, it felt off. I got a home around two in the morning I got a home around two in the morning. I wasn't tired, I wasn't drunk, I wasn't sad. I actually didn't feel much at all.

I did have a feeling I wouldn't be going back to sleep tonight. Something happened to me. All the things I saw and everything Lacey said, What if what Jerry said was all true? Being here, working here, writing here. Everything that has taken place here? A lie? Why?

What the fuck is the reason? Even if it was all true? But I did see a lot of things that I couldn't explain. All those visions came at me quickly. It wasn't like my past dreams and panic attacks. This felt real. It felt like... Memories.

I paced back and forth in my dark room, contemplating what I should do. Called a police, called Jerry. Went to the desk and opened the drawer. I put his number in here. But as I searched for it, I caught a reflection in the laptop screen. Two white eyes in the darkness of the closet.

My heart was racing. Oh, shit. I grabbed a pen just as the... the figure in the closet moved. I jumped over the bed as I saw him reading the gun. I peered over the bed to see a dart sticking out of my computer screen.

Oh, shit! The figure came running out of the closet, loading his gun. I got down and rolled my fat ass under the bed as the dark figure wearing a ski mask came running around. Mike! He knew me! The figure bed down to look under the bed.

I kicked him square in the face. The man fell back, and I took that chance to pull myself out from under the bed on the other side. I then grabbed my left. laptop ripped it from the charging cable and swung just as the man got to his feet. The laptop cracked in half. While the man was rolling on the floor I ran at the door, he put out a leg, tripping me.

Shit! I slammed into the door, but hung onto the knob and slid back into the stair railing. I continued falling back and tumbled down the stairs. Images from earlier flashed into my head. I saw stair after stair, but it changed from carpeted and inside to wooden and outside at each step. With my vision blurry, I tried getting up using the end of the railing to help. The man fired again. I felt the bullet or dart fly right by my ear and stick into the curtains and wall behind me.

I quickly ran to the kitchen as the man came rushing downstairs, loading his gun again. I looked for something else to grab, settling for a mug. I threw it at the man as he came around the corner. I hit him in the neck. He held his neck in pain with both hands, dropping his gun in the process. I charged. Pushed the table aside, grabbed a chair, and swung. He ducked just in time.

Damn it! He reached out and grabbed my waist and yanked me. He fell to the floor. I saw his gun not far off. I called for the gun, but he pinned me. A quick flash of some weird old broom with large computer systems. I punched and kicked as I wrestled with someone different. A security gun, his badge said,

Rowan Howard. But I was brought back to the situation at hand as I was kicked in the gut. Oh! Now he was trying for the gun. We wrestled back and forth from the floor. He was almost to the gun. I had to do something. That's when I saw the pen.

I reached for it. Almost. Got it. I pulled it in just as he grabbed for the gun. I knocked it out of his hand before he could fire. I brought the pen down in a stabbing motion. He put his hand out to block it, but the pen went right through. Ah!

Again another flash. This one was dead. A man in a lab coat in a white hallway screamed in pain, his blood poured out. I was quickly brought back to the present and saw the man fall back in pain. He yanked the pen from his hand. Now was my chance. I scrambled for the gun, grabbed it and spun around. The masked man was coming at me, bloody hand reaching.

I fired. No! A quick flash back to the large server room. The man named Rowan fell back. But the man disappeared and the ski masked man was back. ski mask man was back. He fell into the counter. He slid down to the floor, leaving a bloody streak against the drawers. No, no. He yanked out the dart and threw it aside. I got up and made my way over to the man. Who are you? No, no, no. But he didn't answer. He just kept rubbing

the spot in his side where the dart was just moments ago. Who are you? Again, no answer. Son of a. I bent down and pulled off his mask as he. He bent down and pulled off his mask as he He tried to scramble back. Oh, shit. It was my co-worker, Clark. Mike, this was for you. I looked at the gun. Sorry to disappoint.

Now, what the hell are you doing here? I was trying to keep you. Stable. Stable? He continued to hold his side and bloody hand, although it seemed he was drifting out. His eyes closed, his head slumped. Clark!

I shook him hard. Oh, an ambulance. I looked at the gun. Is this a tranquilizer? Hey, don't fall asleep. Ambulance. Shit. Blood continued to pour from his hand as he faded fast.

I went upstairs and grabbed my phone off the floor. 9-1-1, what's your emergency? I quickly mentioned a break-in, and gave my address. I also mentioned the need for an ambulance. They told me to stay on the line, but I didn't. I hung up and went to my desk. Enough was enough. I searched the drawer again, but the little scrap of paper wasn't there. There was it? I checked the other drawer at the top of the desk and my bedside table. Nothing. Ugh. I didn't throw it away. That's when I thought about Clark being in my room and the conspiratorial bullshit happening all around me. I went back downstairs and

over to Clark. He was out cold. I searched each pocket until he had it. I sat no more than four feet from Clark's body and unfolded the piece of paper. I decided to see. But when I dialed the number, it went straight to voicemail. Oh, come on. I ended up hanging up. I didn't know if I should leave a message. I did a quick look around. What if someone else was here? No, if they heard the scuffle They would have come out to help Right? Still, I was nervous

I ran a hand through my hair Trying to comprehend everything I tried calling the number again But the automated message Just said to leave a message after the beep Hopefully this was the right number Jerry, this is Mike I want to talk more, call me back

I heard the ambulance and police approaching I went to the window and pulled the curtain back, peering out through a small slit. The red, white, and blue flashing lights were getting brighter. But now I was starting to panic more. First Lacey, no, Clark? Who the hell else could be out there? Who the hell else could I not trust? The moment I felt like dozing, I sat up.

It was nearing noon. I'd just finished eating a quick breakfast that Chuck made and even down some coffee. But I was still exhausted. And while this guy Morrison seemed to be fully relaxed, even sleeping for a good six hours last night, I couldn't let my guard down. I'd be damned if I'd fall asleep with this man I didn't know on the boat and no way to vet him The door opened and Morrison stepped out

As always I slid my hand to my waist just in case Good sleep Good enough I smelled coffee I'm assuming it's for everyone There's plenty left He went over to the pot and started exploring cabinets.

Last one on the right. Thanks. I watched him the whole time, making sure he wasn't tampering with anything. Just like with the bartender at Benny's. Of course, I was probably just paranoid, but I still didn't have any signal and no confirmation from Miles. There's cream and sugar, if you want. I'm all right. You look good.

You look tired. I am. But you're still on edge? On edge? What are you talking about? Seems to me like you're a little nervous. Why would I be nervous? Morrison shrugged.

Beats me. Why won't you sleep? I'm waiting for an important call. Still? He smirked. You're not going to have signal for a while. I'm sure Chuck has a sat phone, though, no? I can wait.

Okay. Seems pointless, though. He walked out onto the deck. I took this time to quickly check my phone again. Yep, still no signal. I didn't care if I was on edge. I didn't care if I was being a bit paranoid. I didn't care if he knew it.

I had been careful this whole time and this one stupid slip-up. I should have just stayed, tried to find another boat in Captain later. Or at least I should have told Chuck no other passengers. I could have paid more for that luxury. But Morrison seemed fine. He slept without a care.

I wanted to try to go through his stuff, but he took it to his back room with him. Now he was outside under the gloomy sky, feeling that cool air. I could try to check his bags now, but it would be tricky. I slouched a bit, my eyes weighing heavily. The caffeine in my system wasn't working, and I was losing the battle. But still, I watched the man make his waist. slowly around the deck, smoking and admiring the scenery. Eventually, he disappeared upstairs, probably to talk to Chuck.

Now I was just staring out the doorway at the beautiful serenness of our surroundings. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. Thank you. After a grueling morning of non-stop questions, I was allowed to pack a bag with some belongings and leave my home. I got a hotel off Heckman Street and took a two-hour nap, although all the images from my crazy bout at Lacey's kept her playing in my mind, including that moment that the woman named Amber fell into flames. No matter how much I tried to shake the images, they wouldn't go away. I didn't know the

significance of any of it, but they filled me with such sadness. But now I was determined. In fact, I was at work, but not to work. I wanted to talk to the boss. Come in. Oh, hey, Mike. I just heard. Yeah. I tried calling to tell you you don't have to come in today. I took a seat across from Pete's desk. I didn't plan on working today.

I came here because I have some questions. I do, too. A lot of questions. Mine are all for you. Me? Yeah. Oh. When was his first day? His. You mean Clark's?

Yeah. When did he start working here? Um, about a week before you. I remembered Clark saying that. Did you know him prior to working here? I'd seen him around. So he lived here? Well, no. I mean, I saw him at the store a few times. Do you know if he lived here?

Prior to his job here? Yeah. I don't know. Did you ask the cops? They didn't say. Yeah, well, I don't know. But you hired him. Sure. Did you ask him questions?

Yeah. Can I see his resume? Mike, we're not supposed to show people's files like that. That's strictly for HR. What's this about? I heard he broke into your place with a gun. I didn't know who to trust now. After my meeting with Jerry, I had been tricked by one person and attacked by another.

I got no sleep and continued to dwell on and see shit I didn't understand. Mike, what did the police say? Not much, but my place has been taped off. It's a crime scene, and since Clark is still out cold, they can't question him. Out cold? That's right. Do you want to talk about what happened? No, I want to find out why and how he got a job a week.

before me. Listen. Everyone gets a background check here. Clark was clean. What about me? You? Yeah. He rubbed his chin contemplatively.

Okay. Because of what you've been through, give me one minute. He went into a back room and I instantly got nervous. Is I going to have to fight with him too? But he was gone for a good three minutes before returning with him. a folder. This is your file. That's your application printed out, your background check, your medical histories, since you made it known that there were issues related to your accident,

your work history is there, and... Hold on. You have it marked here that I can't operate heavy machinery? That was due to your medical history. Panic attacks. You experienced those at times, right? Because of that, you weren't supposed to be operating heavy machinery. But I did. I know. days you were scheduled I made sure you had supervision why in case something happened no why allow me to operate the forklift if I shouldn't have I was trying to make your work life more enjoyable that didn't make sense what why would I get special treatment it seemed like you didn't want to answer please tell me our company got a monthly stipend to cover the costs relating to hiring more workers namely Clark and you as long as you two are happy working here the stipend would stay, along with quarterly bonuses for me and the owners. But I'm not supposed to be saying this. An enjoyable work life, huh? I went easy on you. Well, that explains the help with the car and why I never got reprimanded for being late. He shrugged. Who authorized it? What? Where did the money come from? Mike? Seriously, I could get in real trouble. But it was getting

hard to quell my slowly rising anger. I won't say anything, but where was the money coming from? Pete! Okay, listen. I'll tell you because I've always felt bad about basically keeping you in the dark. And because of what happened was Clark last night. But you've got to understand. Jesus Christ, Pete, just tell me. The money came from a company I've never heard of.

A company called Iris. Pete couldn't tell me much else, but it didn't matter. I was already spinning. I felt like my... and life was crumbling around me and I couldn't do anything. I decided to try Jerry one more time. I felt like he was now my only lifeline to sanity, but I couldn't get a hold of him. Not that I necessarily trusted him, but did that matter much?

It seemed like I couldn't trust anyone now. But sadly, he still wasn't answering. And I wondered if I would be able to figure this stuff out on my own. I don't know. I'm going to be. I don't know. I'm gonnae. I don't know.

I'm going to be able to I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm going to

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know. I don't know.

I'm going to be. I'm going to be. I don't know. Mewa. Mewa. I don't know. ...hehr... ...and...

...and... ...and... ...and... ...and... Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I fell asleep. I sat up, slapped my face. Son of a... The sun was blaring in through the open shutters and doorway.

It took me a few seconds to get my bearings. I looked around, but the cabin was empty. Also, shit. My gun was on the floor. It must have fallen from my waistband. I quickly grabbed it, stood, and shoved it into my waistband. I checked my watch. It was three. Crap, I was asleep for three hours.

Damn it, Jerry! Careful the whole time and then you do this! I looked into the back room, which was empty. Okay, calm down. Maybe everything is okay. I made my way out of the cabin. The deck was also empty. I went to the stairs expecting to see Chuck driving the boat, but no.

It was Morrison at the helm. Morning, sleepy head. He had half a cigarette hanging from his lips. What are you doing? Taking us the rest of the way. What? I did another quick scan of the boat. I know you're aware of the situation. Where's...

The captain? Sadly, Chuck had to disembark early when he saw me rummaging around your stuff. That's when the realization hit me of how he was so calm. You son of it! I pulled my gun and checked it. It was empty. I didn't even realize how light it was.

Relax. Don't do anything stupid. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. Listen, I didn't want to hurt the old man, But then he started asking way too many questions, and well, this makes things easier. Until you're wanted for murder. It'll be a little while before that happens. People in Washington will question it.

The guy had another job, and I'm sure he had friends. We're not going to Washington. We're going a little further south. This is how Iris has to do it. The doc wants to talk to you. Why? His worries. Not mine. No, yours was just to keep tabs on Mike.

And we did. And not very cautious of you, by the way. A meeting at a bar? I thought about my bags in the cabin. I had another weapon. I could go for it, but he may have gotten to it already. You know, Iris can't take anything from me. I already lost everything and everyone.

Sure, but you still have valuable information. Like your contact. Sadly, I couldn't get to your phone, but now... Now? Doc wants to know who your contact was. He doesn't know already. I had to play their game. You're going to say Emil?

I'm not saying another word. Well, Emil was taken care of months ago. I doubt he's who you were in contact with up here. I remained quiet. He let go of the wheel and held out his other hand. He made a grabbing motion. You can unlock and hammer your phone now, or we can wait until we get to our destination.

Hell, my main job was to bring you back. And shoot me up again. I don't know what they plan to do. I took another look around. We were in the middle of a narrow channel, a different pathway than the cruise ships took. But there was nothing around here. It was nothing but dense forests on both sides.

Don't even think about it. You can't escape. And if you don't want to hand over the phone, that's fine. The dock will get the information one way or another. He grabbed hold of the wheel. again, while still keeping the gun on me. Why don't you go down below and get some more sleep? I'll wake you when we reach our destination.

I could use a little more rest. Sure. Just know that I know you're a heavy sleeper. What does that mean? It means when you were out, I found your other weapon as well. And they told me all about you. I know what kind of guy you are. Tough as fucking nails, hard-headed, stubborn, and resourceful. I looked over the railing, down at the passing water.

Oh, please. There's nothing around here, and the water's freezing. You jump, you're dead. Iris would probably be upset, though. They'd be happy you're not a thorn in their side anymore. But unhappy, they don't know my contact. His eyes squinted as we stared each other down. Don't be stupid.

You really want to risk it all Just to let you know I can use any means necessary To stop you if it comes to debt I didn't respond He was trying to call my bluff But was it a bluff My heartbeat quickened with a thought

You know He won't kill you No maybe not But he'll put me through it again That's a guarantee So you'd rather try surviving out here You must not know No. I've survived the woods before. My mind was made up. So yeah, I like my chances.

Wait! But I didn't. I grabbed the railing and launched my... No! The water was like a thousand sharp knives stabbing at my body from all angles. He was firing at me in a panic. I dove deeper, fighting the frigid pain. But I kept swimming. The water was clear, so I had to swim fast. If he got the boat around, he'd surely be able to gun me down. But after an excruciating minute

of holding my breath in the freezing water, I had to surface. I looked to my right as Morrison spun the wheel, turning the boat around. I swam as fast as I could. Hurry, hurry. I took a quick look back to see the boat coming. At least the current was helping me

flow north. Jerry! Don't be a fool! Shit, he was firing again. I was almost to the shore, but when I looked back, the boat was no more than 50 yards away. I dove under.

I saw ground quickly approaching. I was hit. The stinging sensation in my arm made me almost suck in the cold water around me. Blood poured out. I had to resurface. I tried to switch. but now with my bleeding left arm.

It was painful, but I couldn't give up. And five seconds later, I didn't have to. I touched ground. I crawled until I got good footing on the rocks. I looked back, holding my arm. Morrison was yanking the wheel to steady the boat. But I kept pushing. I ducked as he fired more.

But then, I was hit again. This time in the back, the force and pain so great I fell forward hitting the water and rocks just beneath the surface. And for the first time, in a long time, this seemed like the end. Sadly, my life didn't flash before my eyes because there was nothing to see and nothing to remember. Tower Four, written by Robert M. Lamb, edited by Mia Sukvili and Robert M. Lamb. Dialogue editing by Amber Simpson. Starring, Jack Austin, as Mike, and Mitchell Lee as Jerry, co-starring, Megan Austin, Ariel Hack, Bernie Horton, Jose Carabio, Mark Koroftus, Rhino Alberts, Walter Mack, Chris Williamson, Mia Sukvallai, Amy LaRae, and Gina Coyle.

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