Rick nodded and pushed the door closed behind him before he took a seat in the leather chair. “Has there been any news on my blood work?”
The general picked up the report he’d been analyzing and leaned back in his chair. “It just so happens that I have the tests right here.”
Rick leaned forward and held out his hand. “What does it say?”
The general handed it to him. “There are only a few abnormalities, but nothing life threatening. How do you feel?”
Rick read the medical gibberish on the report that had been handed to him. He couldn’t decipher the results. He looked up and placed the report on the general’s desk. “I feel fine. A little on edge but that’s to be expected after everything that’s happened.”
The general nodded. “You’re right. But just to be on the safe side, I think that we need to monitor you.” The general stood and walked to the coffee pot, refilled his mug, and poured another one for Rick. “Micah’s been cooperative.”
Rick took the cup. “Who?”
The general walked back over to his desk and sat. He pulled out another file and slid it across the desk. Rick reached for it and flipped it open. The picture of a built guy with a mustache starred back at him. The name read Micah Nichols with a brief bio, nothing more.
“Lydia and Briggs captured him while trying to rescue you. He’s the one who told them where Floyd was keeping you, and I must say that he’s full of information for a low man on the proverbial totem pole. He paid attention and filled in a lot of the blanks, even giving us a composite of what Floyd looks like.”
The general sipped his coffee before he set it down. He put his elbows on the table. “Here’s what we’ve got. Floyd is delusional. He thinks that he can create a super-human army of people with gifts. His only problem is that most of his soldiers don’t have any gifts.”
Rick couldn’t hide the grin that he felt on his lips. The situation wasn’t funny by any stretch, but he couldn’t help himself. “Kind of like you, with the army of supernatural soldiers. The only difference is that you’re doing it for the greater good and Floyd is just pure evil, so essentially he is the opposite of you, but still playing the same roll.”
The general raised his brow. “We are nothing alike.”
Rick held up his hands palms out. “I didn’t mean anything bad. It was just my observation.”
The general shook his head. “Anyway, Floyd has a team of scientists working for him. They’ve been trying to create a serum to inject normal people and make them into super soldiers. Up until now, he hasn’t had anyone survive the injections.”
Rick lowered his head and looked back down at the file that lay open on his desk before he raised his head and met the general’s gaze. “You mean until now.”
The general gave a slight nod. “You’re the first. The only problem is we don’t know the effect it’s going to have on you or even what he used in the serum. Our doctors are pulling your old medical records and comparing your old blood analysis to your new one. Hopefully we’ll have more answers when they get the results back.”
“Any news on who you think the mole might be?”
The general lowered his head before he stood and walked to the door. “I have an idea, but right now I can’t prove anything.” General Lister pulled the door open. “In the meantime, don’t trust anyone, and I want you to start training with the others. I want to test you against some of their abilities and maybe we’ll figure out your new abilities. Then we’ll be better off. The fact that the injection itself didn’t kill you has me curious and uneasy.”
Rick stood and walked over to the door. He held out his hand. “Thanks for coming after me and for watching out for Lydia. I didn’t realize how much she needed to be here, until now.”
The general gripped his hand and shook. “It’s not just Lydia that needs to be here; it’s you too. I think you’re good for her. You help to remind her what she’s fighting to accomplish.”