Infected: Revolution, part 13

Infected: Revolution, part 13

13 – Sea Legs   Holden sometimes wondered if Newt made up his own language.   It seemed that way. Decoding his text messages took a great deal of doing, so much that, if he was in trouble and sent out an emergency text, Holden probably wouldn’t figure it out until it was too late. He was really going to have to work out a signal with him. Instead of a safe word, a safe set of numerals. 9-1-1 seemed obvious.   From what he finally pieced together, phones weren’t allowed in the compound, but he snuck one in. Holden knew better than to inquire how. Being a former drug mule, Newt knew everything there was to know about smuggling things past guards, and Holden slept fine not knowing a single one of them. He was going to keep it that...

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Infected: Revolution, part 12

Infected: Revolution, part 12

12 – High and Dry     When Dylan got out of the shower and heard the doorbell, his stomach sank, as he feared it was the press again. Apparently you could say “No comment” or “Contact our lawyer” all you wanted, they never gave up. But when he glanced out the window and saw a couple of cars, he recognized one as looking very much like the car Fiona had rented. It could possibly be her.   So he pulled on a pair of loose yoga pants and went downstairs to see for himself. Glancing out the peephole, he didn’t see Fiona, he saw a broad torso swathed in a tight Kelly green t-shirt. Even though it was all he could see, there was really only one person that could belong to. He threw open the locks, and found it was indeed Grey, flanked by Fiona,...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 11

Infected: Revolution, Part 11

11 – Love Is The Devil   When Shep first called him and told him that Roan had been shot, Dylan’s stomach just plummeted, and it felt like it never stopped falling. But there was so much noise in the background of Shep’s call that on the way to the hospital, he decided to listen to a news radio station, and that’s when the details were filled in, and peace slowly overcame him. So Roan got shot stopping some crazy asshole with a gun? Okay. That wasn’t his self-destructive impulses taking over, that was just Roan being Roan. What Dylan had learned was, it was a type. The people who ran into burning buildings to rescue people, who ran into collapsing buildings … you couldn’t really be taught to fight your own natural instincts...

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Infected: Revolution, part 10

Infected: Revolution, part 10

10 –The Temptation of Saint Anthony Roan knew he had entertained many stupid ideas in his life, up to and including trying Taco Bell food once. But this may have well been the very stupidest. “The guy with the pickled brain?” Roan repeated, just in case Holden forgot what he’d told him previously. “The guy whose mind goes in and out like a shitty cell phone? That guy?” “I know,” Holden admitted. They were sitting at one of the outside tables at Hey Cupcake, taking advantage of a slightly overcast but not rainy day. No one else was currently at the other outside tables, meaning they had much more privacy than they would have inside the bakery. “I’m not claiming this doesn’t come without risk. But Newt could get in easily, and ferret out what...

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9 – Strange Beast Holden wondered if he had inherited Roan’s self-destructive streak as well as his detective job. Was that a per-requisite he’d been unaware of? When Scott texted him his hotel name and room number, along with a request to come by, Holden figured he’d go there and let him know that maybe they should stop this, whatever the hell this was. But as soon as he was in the door, Scott basically tackled him with one of his overwhelming kisses, the kind that made him feel like Scott was trying to consume him in some way. But Scott was also shirtless, and pressed him up against the door, and how could Holden not respond to that? Once again, Holden found himself surprised by his own libido, while Scott wasn’t surprised at all. They couldn’t get...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 8

Infected: Revolution, Part 8

8 – When It Happens Roan wondered anew why he was doing this as he stood in his backyard, shirtless, holding his hand up to block the sun so Dylan could take a picture of it. Correction: block the vague glow coming from the cloud patch where the sun was hiding. It had been sunny when they started, but true to the Seattle cliché, the sun was covered by clouds within ten minutes, and now the wind was picking up and getting chillier. In fact, Roan was now kind of cold, and wishing he could put his shirt on. But Dyl was taking pictures of isolated and close up body parts for an art project he was working on. Roan had to be shirtless, because he’d taken pictures of his shoulder blade, his back, and at least one of his torso tattoos. “Can we wrap this up...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 7

Infected: Revolution, Part 7

N.B.: There is actually a chapter that goes before this, but I skipped it, because of massive spoilers about the potential end of the Infected series (or Roan’s storyline at least). Sorry, but you’ll probably have to wait until it’s published to see it. *** 7 – South Paw Holden imagined that, if anyone knew his closest confidant was a leather daddy, it wouldn’t have surprised them nearly as much as the fact that the leather daddy’s day job was social worker. Ahmed was just one of those weird dudes – like Roan, like Dylan – who thought if they could help people, they should. Which is how Holden came to know him in the first place. He used to work for this non-profit organization that helped street kids, and he came up to...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 6

6 – The Gloaming Dylan hated to leave Roan in such a state, but once he’d called Holden, he went straight up to bed. Roan said he had a migraine coming on, and Dylan could almost believe it, except his face was pale, and his lips bloodlessly white. It wasn’t a migraine – those didn’t make him pale. It was pain, pure and simple, probably from his partial transformation. Why didn’t Roan want to admit that? Maybe because he was a macho asshole, or maybe because he didn’t want him to worry, but of course it was too late for that. He was already worrying, and he didn’t leave for work. He just sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Roan’s forehead. He wasn’t concerned about waking him, because he took a handful of pain pills and knocked...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 5

5 – Matador Holden found himself slumped in a back booth of the Sheridan Hotel’s bar, looking down into his watered down scotch, and wondering why he ever thought he could go mainstream.   Seriously, he wasn’t cut out for this. Yeah, he was getting older, and he was past hustler prime (which was twenty three, if he was doing the math right – everything afterwards was all downhill), but he wasn’t exactly cut out for normal life. Whatever that was.   Maybe it was just the horrible day making everything worse, but he felt like finding an abandoned building and taking a pipe to everything he could possibly smash. He didn’t expect the stupid asshole protestors to affect him as much as they did, but somehow they got under his skin....

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Infected: Revolution, Part 4

Infected: Revolution, Part 4

4 – Zero Dark Thirty Roan honestly forgot how much pain he lived with on a constant basis until he didn’t have it anymore. Only then did he understand his constant pill popping wasn’t solely an emotional crutch. Mostly, but not all. He straddled his bike and was preparing to leave when Gareth came jogging up to him, gun slung over his back. “Hey, Roan, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor,” he began, his voice going up at the end, making it sound like a question. It wasn’t, but it almost sounded like it.   “You can ask,” he replied, trying not to get his hopes up. The sky behind Gareth’s head had a strange cast to it, an opalescent sheen on pinkish-white, and he knew it was the pain meds. He tried not to give it...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 3

3 – Dead City The fact that there was no immediate response was either a good sign or an incredibly bad one. Roan knew he’d have to investigate further to figure out which one. He’d dislocated his jaw roaring, which he hadn’t realized until he was preparing to talk. He had to grab his lower jaw and forcefully snap it back into place, which hurt like fuck. No matter that he had done it about a hundred times before, he never seemed to get used to it. Roan wondered why he hadn’t by now, and then wondered if he should worry if he ever did. He walked up to the closed front door and knocked on it. “Anyone inside? I’m with the police department.” Absolutely true – he didn’t identify himself as a police officer, he just...

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Infected: Revolution, Part 2

2- Aegis Dee and Shep arrived about five minutes ahead of the cops, and eight ahead of the press. Since Roan had no idea who called an ambulance, he wondered who tipped them off. Probably Flores. Roan had to wave them away, he didn’t need medical attention, all he needed was a couple of Vicodin, which he washed down with a bottle of water from the car. Some people did need help, mostly mourners who got flustered and overwhelmed after the shooting. Nothing major beyond an asthma attack and heart palpitations, but at least it kept Dee from bugging him. Dylan sat with him in the car for a long moment of quiet, watching as cops, media, protestors, mourners, and his security team jostled and milled about in pseudo-Brownian motion. In a weird bit of irony, Richie...

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First chapter (for a while!) of Infected: Revolution

First chapter (for a while!) of Infected: Revolution

It was going to be a clusterfuck, of that there was no doubt. The only question was how big a clusterfuck. Roan wasn't going to bother the Kims with any of this,and although Randi requested to be kept in the loop, he spared her from this as well. Mainly he kept this between him, Holden, and Fiona, although even that wasn't strictly true. He told Dylan, and even though Scott had been called up to the Vancouver Canucks, Holden had obviously clued him in, as Richie had called Roan to offer his help (along with Jeff's, whom he was going to drag into things whether he wanted to be in it or not). Roan told him it might not be the best idea, as what if he was recognized, but that just made him laugh. Only hard core Falcons fans would know who he was on sight, and the day he was afraid of a bunch of god squad whackadoos (his words) was the day he quit hockey and started selling insurance. If he wasn't up against he would have turned him down, but he knew Richie and Jeff were intimidating looking (a nose broken several times and a scarred face had that effect), and were more than capable of taking care of themselves, so he agreed to let them help. It was weird enough that he was putting together a security detail for a funeral. But life these days was pretty fucking weird.

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Preview of the next Infected story, Infected: Revolution

I’ll get to this one soon, but I still have some other work on the table. Still, just to prove I haven’t forgotten, a teaser. **** 1- Haunt You It was going to be a clusterfuck, of that there was no doubt. The only question was how big a clusterfuck. Roan wasn’t going to bother the Kims with any of this,and although Randi requested to be kept in the loop, he spared her from this as well. Mainly he kept this between him, Holden, and Fiona, although even that wasn’t strictly true. He told Dylan, and even though Scott had been called up to the Vancouver Canucks, Holden had obviously clued him in, as Richie had called Roan to offer his help (along with Jeff’s, whom he was going to drag into things whether he wanted to be in it or...

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