“That would great Dmitri, I appreciate it. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Eugene cut across three lanes of traffic to take the next exit; Dmitri’s apartment building was in the opposite direction. He glanced at the gas gauge and noted he was at a quarter tank. He looked at the sign and saw that they sold the high octane race gas his car required and decided to fill up. Eugene pulled into the station and an attendant ran out when the bell rang.
“Fill up for you?” The attendant asked.
“Where’s the race gas pump?” Eugene asked.
“Race gas is the last pump.” He said, “What is this thing anyway? I don’t think I’ve seen one of these before, but it looks familiar.”
“It’s a Maserati.” Eugene said, looking around. There was a group of people gathered in the parking lot and they were making a lot of noise.
“Sweet! It’s like a James Bond car!” He said.
“Nah, there aren’t any missile launchers under the hood of this thing.” Eugene glanced at his nametag, “What’s with the tailgate party Jeff?” He asked, nodding his head towards the gathering across the lot.
“Oh some group of douchebags hollering about the end of the world, I guess they were going to some rally but got lost.” He rolled his eyes, “You’d better fill up and get otta here before they start proclaiming the machines are rising or whatever again.”
Eugene pulled up to the last pump. It was labeled ‘RACE GAS NOT FOR STREET USE’ and he smiled, “They say it will run on ninety-three octane but I just can’t stand to listen to her complain when I do it.” He said.
“Jesus, at eight bucks a gallon I hope it’s worth it!”
“I need to pick up some cigarettes; can you fill the tank for me?” Eugene walked towards the gas station and listened to the conversation the people were having as he passed.
“I’m telling you we should just kill it. When she agreed to be transformed into that robotic monster she ceased being human. She no longer has the rights the rest of us do!” A man in a trucker cap that read ‘Jesus is my co-pilot’ said.
“Good luck with that Eli, my sources say she’s some kinda killing machine! Took out an entire squad of Marines or something just last week in Nevada they say!” This was from a short bald man.
“We need to stick to the plan, just threaten her and she will respond with violence. One of ours will get it all on tape and then we can let the cops take care of the rest.” The fat, broad-shouldered woman next to them said. “She walks home every night and she has after school detention so she will likely be alone. Wait until she is by herself and then make your move.”
“Yeah, you’re right. If that bitch does actually put my life in danger though I’m gonna defend myself. If she dies it’ll be a clear cut case of self-defense.” It sounded to Eugene like this Eli character was hoping for the chance.
Eugene went inside and up to the counter. “I need a pack of American Spirits, and whatever my gas is.”
“You running race gas in that thing huh? Ain’t that supposed to be for off road use or something?” The guy behind the counter punched some keys and handed Eugene his cigarettes.
“Yeah, probably. I don’t really give a shit though.” Said Eugene with a grin, “It’s either this or buy those damn octane boosters and I don’t like how variable that makes the octane level.”
“Those idiots are finally shoving off, they’ve been driving customers away and they’re just weird besides.” He was glaring out the window, then looked back at the till, brightening slightly. “That’ll be one hundred eighty-nine ten.”
Eugene handed his credit card over with a sigh but his mind was racing. They planned on attacking Victoria so that she would defend herself and he knew how the AI would respond, even if Victoria didn’t want it to. Once he was back in the car, he dialed her number. At least he should warn her about it. Waving to Jeff, the gas attendant, he pulled back into traffic.
“Hi, this is V’s phone. Leave me a message if you want.” Victoria’s phone went straight to voicemail.
“Victoria, it’s Eugene. Give me a call when you get this, I think we might have a problem.” He hung up and after a moment’s hesitation punched up Dmitri’s number.
“Good evening Dr. Arlington, this is Ivanov. Dmitri isn’t available is there something I can help you with?”
“No, it’s cool I can talk with him when I get to the apartment.”
“Ah, well in that case I’m afraid you might not be able to get your information to him until tomorrow morning. He is … out right now.” Ivanov sounded so urbane, especially over the phone. It was hard to believe he was a cold eyed killer, but Eugene knew exactly how dangerous he could be.
“OK, I have some information about the Humanity Preservation Alliance. It seems like they plan on threatening or attacking Victoria so that she will react to defend herself in the next couple of days. They’re getting it all on tape so they can use it as evidence against her. I don’t know if you can do something to counter that plan or not this late in the game but –“
“Never fear Dr. Arlington. We are aware of this scheme and so is Victoria’s shadow, it will not succeed.” Ivanov sounded completely certain, but Eugene wasn’t.
“How can you be sure she’ll be safe? You can’t have her watched all the time.”
“Know this; her shadow is the best in the business. When necessary Jessie has gone for days without sleep and still remained sharp enough to do the job. You have nothing to worry about.” Said Ivanov.
“Jessie? Like Jessie James? Who is he anyway?” Eugene broke a Cardinal rule and lit a cigarette in his car, “I want to know who you have watching her.”
“I apologize Dr. Arlington but I am not privy to more than that. Jessie has done quite a bit of work for us in the past. He’s a freelance gun for hire, a throwback to the Wild West I guess. Perhaps that’s where the name came from or maybe it’s his real name I don’t really know. I don’t care either, he gets the job done and has never failed to protect the target assigned.”
“Gun for hire? Such a thing still exists?”
“Haven’t you heard of Blackwater?” Ivanov snorted, “This kind of thing has been around ever since humans figured out how to kill one another and I don’t expect it will go away until we forget.”
“Is he a member of an organization or does he work alone?”
“I am not certain Doctor, but I can ask the young master then next time I see him.”
“No that’s OK Ivan, it isn’t important I was just curious. I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes.”