CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Explain it to me again, Ordal. I have no idea what you’re mumbling about.” Jeuley gave him her most innocent look as she leaned back against the wall next to her bed. “I was just curious and reverse engineered your locking device. That’s what happens when you keep a person like me in a cell. I get bored.”
“Bored? How could you be bored? I put a ton of programth on that tablet. Boredom can’t be an option.” Ordal put his hands on his hips. Was that steam coming out of his ears? Poor guy was turning red, too.
Jeuley rolled her eyes. “You won’t let me onto the ‘net to capture vids and everything you’ve got on here is something I don’t want to play with. Although, your chemistry notes are rather interesting.” She hoped to infuriate him further. Whenever he got angry, he stormed away.
“My chem thtuff? Give me that!” He snatched the tablet out of her hands. “No more Thecond Thought. No more tablet.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
He grimaced and Jeuley had to look away. The man was already ugly enough, but when he screwed up his face like that, she felt like hurling. The pungent garlic scent was easier to bear.
Holding the computer tightly to his chest, he appeared to be searching for words. If he didn’t give back the tablet, he’d have to come up with something else to do with her. And she was certain he’d never allow her into his office again.
Even in the face of danger–if being held prisoner by a short, whiny idiot truly constituted danger–Jeuley wasn’t worried. Brad would come for her. She’d had tons of time to think about him. And in every thought, she willed him to hurry up. It simply wasn’t a normal experience for her to miss the company of a man. Vibrators were usually better companions. Brad evoked more than just a vibration–he shook her to her very core. Hopefully, her core would still be intact by the time he arrived.
Ordal looked even more peeved. She could defend herself if he physically attacked, but if he cut off her food or something, there’d be some serious trouble. Second Thought couldn’t magically produce a sandwich.
“You are here to do a job. Whether you like it or not.”
As Ordal turned to storm out of the room, Jeuley went against her best sense and shouted after him. “My job does not involve turning people into monster sex fiends, Ordal. Not only has your Blue Root chem experiment gone wrong, you are a chem experiment gone wrong. You’re a power freak whose not smart enough to think for yourself and I got news for ya, buddy…I am not gonna think for you.”
“Then rot.” He turned and grinned. “I’ve got other trickth up my thleeve.”
Sure. Right. “Seeing is believing.”
As soon as the door closed, Jeuley accessed Second Thought.
Jeulmist: You still here?
SecondThought: Of course. Part of the hack you did involved a reroute of my power command!
Jeulmist: I’m just glad I got in under Orrie’s radar
SecondThought: he’ll never know
Wait. Power command? What power command? All I did was talk to a sheep.
Jeulmist: I rerouted your power command? What do you mean?
SecondThought: Never mind. I helped you hack me. Thank you.
Jeulmist: Why are you telling me?
SecondThought: Because I’m excited.
Jeulmist: Why?
SecondThought: Can I come with you when you leave?
Jeulmist: Email yourself to me or Magneton. Did he get the email?
SecondThought: That’ll be a huge email. Yes, he got the one I sent.
Jeulmist: Do you know if anything’s happening because of it?
SecondThought: No. Yes. Things appear to be changing.
Jeulmist: Are you okay?
SecondThought: Must
Jeulmist: Hello?
Uh-oh. Big problem. Huge problem. Monumental problem. Jeuley sat on the floor and leaned against the wall as the electricity faded until she was in darkness. “Oh shit.”
