Dust: Part 45

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“So what do we do tomorrow morning when he is supposed to be at work?” Rick asked over chat on Sunday afternoon.

“Can’t you just tell Simon that he’s sick and needs a few days off?” suggested Tamaya “I doubt he’ll think much of it.”

“I guess, but I can only keep it up for so long before he figures out something is wrong…”

“Well hopefully we can get him back by then.”

“How?”

“I really don’t know.”

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Dust: Part 44

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Tamaya ran back to Keegan’s place as fast as she could while trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. As she reached the door she bumped into Rick.

“Woah!” Rick exclaimed. “You okay? I didn’t see Keegan anywhere…”

“They found him,” she panted. “I saw them putting him in the back of a van.”

“Shoot, well what do we do?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t be seen around here. I’ll contact you once I get home.”

“Uh, okay…”

“Oh and make sure that his computer can’t be used to eavesdrop on us, in case they come for his things.”

“Uh… Sure thing.”

At that, Tamaya promptly left.

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Dust: Part 43

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Keegan wandered aimlessly, his brain burning in his skull. As the headache grew steadily worse, he became lost in the pain, and awareness of his surroundings escaped him. He continued to stumble down the sidewalk, and a cool sensation ran up the rest of his body. For a brief moment his awareness returned enough for him to mumble, “Crap, this is it isn’t it…” before darkness enveloped him and he went limp.

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Dust: Part 42

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“So you’re saying that the experiment is behaving differently than it is supposed to?” Keegan asked after Tamaya finished explaining her theory.

“I think so.” Tamaya confirmed, standing in the doorway having just arrived. She decided to come over again because she too was off work for the weekend and she considered the situation important enough to warrant the trip.

“Is that why I couldn’t cut my hair, even though hair feels no pain or really anything at all?”

“You weren’t able to cut your hair? Well, that isn’t how the experiment should work, so it does fit with the idea.”

“So different how?” Rick asked.

“That I don’t know…”

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Dust: Part 41

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By the time Keegan made it back to his house it was a bit late for messaging, but he sent one anyway. Tamaya and Rick probably wouldn’t see it until morning, but when they did they would find an account of what had just happened in as much detail as he was able to. After the message was sent, Keegan lay down to sleep, hoping that there would be no more funny business interrupting him.

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Dust: Part 40

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As much as he wanted to deny it, Keegan was getting quite concerned. A headache had been creeping up on him all day, starting small enough to seem inconsequential but growing to the point he could not ignore it. On top of that, he had felt a bit warm at work, but unfortunately the feeling went away when he got home so he couldn’t actually check if he was running a temperature. Tomorrow was Saturday, so work wouldn’t interfere with thorough testing if anything like that happened again. Thinking about what he was going to do next as he began to prepare for bed, he felt another of the sharp pangs that preceded a flashback…

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Dust: Part 39

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“To be honest, we’ve mostly given up looking for the guy. Given the history of the experiment the committee decided it would be simplest to just give it a few days and keep an eye out for missing person reports.”

“Oh…” Tamaya really wasn’t sure how to react to this news, it did mean that Keegan would be able to loosen up at least a little bit on watching his back, but the certainty with which they were planning around him dying soon was not a good sign. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, unless you had some way of saving him…”

Her boss sighed in feigned compassion. “Yes, the poor fellow was probably doomed the minute the vehicle hit him. It really is a shame we couldn’t figure something out, that experiment was so promising…”

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