Page 83 of Mimic
“Indie is a fucking psycho.” Blade said. I launched from my seat and punched him in the face, knocking him out of his seat. Gunner grabbed me from behind as Blade got to his feet. “What the fuck?”
“You deserved that,” King told him. “Sit your ass down.”
Gunner shoved me into my seat and snarled, “Don’t fucking move!” Then he turned his glare on Blade. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
“I meant it as a compliment,” he whined.
“So it’s all true?” Cash asked.
“It’s all true,” King confirmed.
“So now what?”
“We wait for Jack to come back upstairs with her, he deactivates her, and we see what she remembers.”
That was when the door opened a second time, and Jack walked in, followed by Indie.
“Kate, have a seat.” Jack pointed to the chair next to me, and she sat. Her eyes never left him, and though I knew she was still under hypnosis, it pissed me off the way she hung on his every fucking word.
He sat next to Blade, who was still rubbing his jaw. Fucker deserved that and more.
“Are we ready?”
King nodded, and Jack turned his eyes to Indie. “Hour Reckoning.”
She blinked a few times and looked around the room. Her eyes landed on me and then looked down at the clothing she wore. It was just a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, but it was different from what she had on before.
“I guess it’s true,” she whispered.
“What do you remember?” King asked.
“The last thing I remember is walking into the cell with Sting. Is he dead?” King nodded. “Did I kill him?”
“You did. Would you like to know what happened?” When she nodded, King asked, “You want us to tell you, or do you want to see it?”
I held my tongue, waiting for her to answer. I wanted to scream at my president and tell him she didn’t need to fucking see it. She didn’t remember shit, and as long as she didn’t remember, she wouldn’t feel guilty. I didn’t want her living with that on her conscience.
“I’d like to see it.”
“Are you sure, Indie?” Gunner asked. “We can tell you what happened. You don’t need that shit in your head.”
“I agreed to this knowing there was a chance I would remember what happened. Sting wasn’t innocent. I won’t feel bad about ending his life.”
King tipped his head and said, “Run the tape, Nav.”
“King, no.”
Indie placed a hand on my leg; the tension deflated immediately. She had a way of bringing me peace. Something that had been missing from my life.
“I’m gonna start the video after Jack says the words. I don’t know if hearing them as a recording will have the same effect, but we don’t need to test that just yet.”
I didn’t look up at the screen. I heard the sound of bones breaking and Jack talking, but my eyes never left Indie’s. I studied her face for the smallest hint that what she was seeing was affecting her in a negative way. The moment I saw the smallest sign of distress, I was taking her out of this room.
“I didn’t talk? The whole time I never said a word, even when you asked me a question, Jack.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Why?” she whispered.
