grow.
I grew till I was about the size of a whale shark, this gray and white behemoth of the sea, gulping hundreds of gallons into my wide, toothless mouth and shooting them out through my gills. I felt something pricking my fish-skin: hundreds of little silvery fish with suckers for mouths were attaching themselves to me as I swam. More and more of the little sucker fish appeared out of the depths and latched on to me, until thousands carpeted every inch, and I could feel them sucking the life out of me. I began to sink deeper and deeper as my life force waned, and the water began to turn black and very cold.
I shivered. Iâm not sure fish are capable of shivering, but in this dream anything seemed possible, even something like a white-bellied Kropp Fish.
I woke up and I was still shivering.
The porthole was shining brightly and light reflecting off the ocean was dancing on the glass. Right beside the porthole, Op Nine leaned against the bulkhead.
âWhat time is it?â I asked.
âWe are two hours from the insertion point,â he said.
âI love your super-secret-agent Tom Clancy lingo,â I said.
âExtreme extraction. Special Subject. Insertion point. What happens after weâre inserted into the point?â
I sat up and a wave of dizziness swept over me. Someone, probably Op Nine, since I had a feeling he had been assigned as my minder, had brought me another big glass of orange juice. I gulped it down.
âThen we have approximately six hours,â Op Nine said.
âSix hours to do what?â
âStop the Hyena before he can unlock the Lesser Seal.â
â âHyenaâ?â
âMike Arnold.â
âThatâs his code name, Hyena?â
âYou donât like it? We thought it most apropos.â
âItâs okay, but my big problem with code names is why use one when everybody knows the real name?â
âBecause that would offend our super-secret-agent Tom Clancy sensibilities.â
He motioned toward the foot of the bed.
âPerhaps you would like to dress before we reach Marsa Alam.â
âHuh?â I had no idea I wasnât dressed. Then I saw I was wearing a hospital gown. Why had OIPEP stuck me in a hospital gown?
I slid out of bed and grabbed the bundle of clothes. He just stood there, staring at me with those dark eyes. I hoped he didnât plan to stand there while I got dressed.
âIs there someplace I can maybe wash up and brush my teeth?â Running my tongue over them felt like I was licking carpet, and not the thin, worn kind in the Tuttle house, but something with a thicker pile.
âOf course. Left down the corridor, last door on the right at the terminus of the hall.â
Terminus of the hall. He didnât have any accent that I could detect, but he talked like English was his second language. Who says âterminus of the hallâ?
Op Nine opened the round door for me. I turned left, one hand pressing the clothes against my chest, the other clutching the gown closed behind me as I shuffled down the hall. In case you didnât know, hospital gowns are open in the back with just a little drawstring to tie them, and therefore my naked butt was flapping in the breeze. The hall was packed with agents hurrying up and down, and a few stopped and stared as I passed.
I thought I heard a couple of snickers and once the word âpimple,â though it might have been âdimple,â which made sense too.
I reached the terminus of the hall and went through the last door on the right.
I was in a tiny bathroom, maybe two or three times the size of an airplane bathroom. I barely fit in the shower, but it had one of those removable shower heads on a flexible tube with the adjustable sprayers for regular or massaging.
I stayed in that shower for a long time, leaning against the wall as the water pounded on my dimple, wondering what this dizziness was about and if it had something to do with
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