Walkers (Book 2): The Rescue by Zelda Davis-Lindsey Page B

through the front?"  At his nod, Mason continued. "There's a newer model, king cab, pickup, fully fueled, parked out front, with the keys in it.   There's a map in the glove box."
         The guy looked like he wanted to say more but looked at his watch again, frowned and simply said, "OK, well it was nice talking to you."  Then he mouthed thank you and walked away.             
        I think maybe someone in charge of the mike keeps turning them off for two minutes at a time. 
         I agree, and I want to say how proud of you I am.  You put about all the information a person will need into practically one breath.
          "What are you talking about woman.  That was one breath."  I laughed like he intended and then we set out to find George.  Mason had a better grasp on the layout of the facility than I did, so by the time we entered the Lab, I was hopelessly lost...again.  Actually, it was the loud voices that drew us in that direction.  George had found her dad and they were going at it pretty good.
         "I won't have you speaking to me that way.  Show some respect."
         "Respect? Respect?  You want respect, you show respect or earn it. That's what you've always taught me.  But you haven't earned it.  You think just because you have a bunch of letters after your name that you can demand it and get it.  Well, I have news for you."
         "Fine, then respect me because I am your father.  Do you dispute that?"
         "There are days when I'd like to.  You spend a lot of time forgetting I'm your daughter until it suits your purpose, then you want respect. You have to treat people the way you want to be treated.  But wait, I think that is your problem, you're getting some of the ill treatment back and you don't like it."
         "I don't care what anyone thinks of me as long as they do their job."
         "Fatherhood is a job."
         "You are much too old to be acting like a hurt child.  Now I have work to do and so do you."
         "Not till you agree to leave here tomorrow at the latest."
         "That is not going to happen.  You know why.  I won't discuss this anymore.  Now, get out."
         "No dammit, I won't get out."
         SMACK!!
         "You'll do as you're told or by God I'll have you locked up in the brig for insubordination!"  Then he turned and saw us.  His face was purple, he was so angry and when George saw us she ran to the back of the room where we heard a door slam.  I leaned against the door jam, crossed my arms and waited.  I was so angry I couldn't breathe.
         He started toward me and when he got close enough he said, "This is all your fault.  You and Ken have filled her head with ideas and now it will take me months to fix the damage you've caused."
         "Really?  Months?  You have days remember, not months or is your your head so far up your ass...
         SMACK!
         I let the momentum of the slap swing me around in a circle and when I came full circle my doubled up fist caught him right on the nose.  The force of the hit was felt all the way up my arm.  I just barely stopped myself from flexing my damaged hand.  I could feel the cut of my lip and knew it was bleeding but his nose was broken and it was worth it.  He went down on one knee and stayed there.  "How's it feel asshole?  Hurts doesn't it?"  All of a sudden I was hit with something that jerked my head back and blackness rolled over me in painful waves as darkness pulled me down into nothingness.               
          I woke up in Mason's arms surrounded by cement.  He was whispering words I couldn't understand in my hair.  One ear was ringing or both I wasn't sure and I had to pee.  My cheek was damp which meant I was drooling on myself again and parts of me was numb while other parts hurt like hell.  I'd been hit with with a Taser, not the sissy ones the cops carried but the hard core ones, for the