Fifteen minutes later, the clONE death squad leader escorted him back to the jump node.
‘So will we see you again, Simms?’
‘One way or another.’
‘What does that mean?’
Simms didn’t reply for long moments. ‘I need to know who I am,’ he said finally. ‘Who has done this to me. Who made me. If you count that as genehunting then we aren’t going to be friends.’
‘You know, I don’t think we’d worry about you doing that. We might even approve. We might even help. If you follow this trail, we both know where it will lead.’
He did. A collector’s zoo. The sort of place clONE spent their time finding so they could liberate those held inside.
‘And what do I call you should I wish to get in touch?’
‘You can call me Nemesis.’
‘Such a pretty name. And if I do this, what happens after? I’d be welcome here?’
‘Is that what you want?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Well, we’ll see. It’s all up to you isn’t it?’
He wouldn’t miss this climb up the stairs of his stacktower. The unrelenting grey concrete and the smell of stale piss. How come they could maintain a global jump network but not a couple of lifts? Still, it kept him fit.
As he climbed, his mind teemed with plans. He had a decision to make. Except, he knew he’d already made it. Genehunting had been fun. Now it was time to move on, do something else. It wasn’t like it was his destiny or anything. For one thing, he could go somewhere the sun actually shone and wasn’t some distant folk-memory. He’d had enough of rain.
He’d tell Ballard what little he knew about Forty Days and Boneyard. Then he’d be free to find out about his past. Find out who he was. And then, maybe, he could win Kelly’s trust. Or maybe do something else completely. He could do whatever he damn well wanted, couldn’t he?
As he approached his stackroom, a little out of breath, he automatically checked ahead there had been no alerts, that all his security was still in place. He was good. His dirty, messed up old room was waiting for him, his only sanctuary in a world of dangers. He’d miss it. He unlocked everything and stepped inside.
‘Mr. Simms. Good to see you again.’
Gideon Jones sat on the sofa, the same spot as before, the same grey coat and hat and reluctant smile.
It took Simms a moment to react. ‘What do you want? How did you get in here? I’ve already given you everything you asked for.’
‘Please, Mr. Simms. There’s no need for any unpleasantness. We’re very pleased with you. You followed our little trail very capably.’
‘I did what you requested. I don’t need payment. You can go.’
‘I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you don’t understand. You see, we’ve decided to anoint you. Employ you. You are our
chosen
one after all.’
‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘I’m talking about the sacred DNA we need. You’re to acquire it for us.’
‘Just fuck off, Jones. I’m not a genehunter any more.’
‘But Mr. Simms, I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong. Because that’s exactly what you are. And it’s time we talked to you about Boneyard.’
The End
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The Genehunter #3: The Clone Who Didn't Know
Published: 25th December 2012
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