04-19-2023, 03:01 AM
Jensen was just leaving the Facility’s changing room when he encountered Special Agent Kaleb Devarona. Iásōn’s suit was hanging in its closet after another day of appearances. So far all of these “appointments” as the Special Agent referred to them were always at lavish homes. The patients were kept in private spaces where “Iásōn” could come and go with little fanfare or interruption.
Agent Devarona nodded when Jensen stopped to talk to him.
“Another successful appointment, Mr. James. Well done,” Kaleb said.
Jensen wished he’d stop calling him Mr. James. “Yes but only one person a day? I can help so many more —“ but the agent interrupted him.
“We agree, Mr. James,” he said matter of factly.
“You do?” he asked rhetorically just as the Agent gestured Jensen to follow.
He was led to one of the facility medical bays. They had done routine checks on him after every appointment. Jensen couldn’t fathom what had them so concerned, but there was something different today. The usual doctor was there. He smiled at her in greeting. They had chat a lot over the past few weeks and he came to know that she was without close family. He sensed a loneliness in her. Their chats were usually pleasant. Today she smiled as usual, but Jensen’s eyes were drawn to an airgun in her hand.
“Hi, Jensen,” she said and gestured at the bed.
Agent Devarona went to a control tablet. After it powered up, the electronics on the airgun sync up. The doctor came closer.
“Can you roll up your sleeve? This is an injection. It might hurt a little but it will only be for a moment. I promise.” The reassurance in her voice led him to comply. He had to slide off the jacket he wore, and unbutton the cuff in order to roll it to the elbow.
Agent Devarona watched as the doctor pushed the gun to the back of his forearm. He winced when the injection was pushed in. Rubbing his arm, he looked at her with a grim smile. “No bandaid?” Her chuckle dispelled some of the concern for the moment. “So what was it anyway? I don’t think I need vaccines anymore.”
Agent Devarona came over with a scanner wand. The blue light of the probe cast eerie lines up and down his forearm until it hovered over a white spot. It was the Agent who answered his question. “It’s a tracker, Mr. James.”
Jensen wasn’t sure how he felt about that. The doctor excused herself then, and Agent Devarona sensed his concern. “It’s for your safety. You’ve been granted leave off the Kremlin grounds for a radius. All these tests have gone really well. You’ve done an excellent job. The days are yours, to an extent. You’ll be given an allowance to use as you wish. Report here by 8 pm evening for your assignments. Then you’ll have plenty of time to change for travel.”
Jensen slowly nodded. “Why so late?” he asked. Their assignments were usually in the evening, but by the time they reached a destination, it could easily be pushing midnight.
“We want to get to the hospital well after visiting hours,” Agent Devarona replied.
Jensen’s mouth parted, a response lingering on his lips, before he smiled.
Agent Devarona nodded when Jensen stopped to talk to him.
“Another successful appointment, Mr. James. Well done,” Kaleb said.
Jensen wished he’d stop calling him Mr. James. “Yes but only one person a day? I can help so many more —“ but the agent interrupted him.
“We agree, Mr. James,” he said matter of factly.
“You do?” he asked rhetorically just as the Agent gestured Jensen to follow.
He was led to one of the facility medical bays. They had done routine checks on him after every appointment. Jensen couldn’t fathom what had them so concerned, but there was something different today. The usual doctor was there. He smiled at her in greeting. They had chat a lot over the past few weeks and he came to know that she was without close family. He sensed a loneliness in her. Their chats were usually pleasant. Today she smiled as usual, but Jensen’s eyes were drawn to an airgun in her hand.
“Hi, Jensen,” she said and gestured at the bed.
Agent Devarona went to a control tablet. After it powered up, the electronics on the airgun sync up. The doctor came closer.
“Can you roll up your sleeve? This is an injection. It might hurt a little but it will only be for a moment. I promise.” The reassurance in her voice led him to comply. He had to slide off the jacket he wore, and unbutton the cuff in order to roll it to the elbow.
Agent Devarona watched as the doctor pushed the gun to the back of his forearm. He winced when the injection was pushed in. Rubbing his arm, he looked at her with a grim smile. “No bandaid?” Her chuckle dispelled some of the concern for the moment. “So what was it anyway? I don’t think I need vaccines anymore.”
Agent Devarona came over with a scanner wand. The blue light of the probe cast eerie lines up and down his forearm until it hovered over a white spot. It was the Agent who answered his question. “It’s a tracker, Mr. James.”
Jensen wasn’t sure how he felt about that. The doctor excused herself then, and Agent Devarona sensed his concern. “It’s for your safety. You’ve been granted leave off the Kremlin grounds for a radius. All these tests have gone really well. You’ve done an excellent job. The days are yours, to an extent. You’ll be given an allowance to use as you wish. Report here by 8 pm evening for your assignments. Then you’ll have plenty of time to change for travel.”
Jensen slowly nodded. “Why so late?” he asked. Their assignments were usually in the evening, but by the time they reached a destination, it could easily be pushing midnight.
“We want to get to the hospital well after visiting hours,” Agent Devarona replied.
Jensen’s mouth parted, a response lingering on his lips, before he smiled.