Omega The Girl in the Box - By Robert J. Crane Page 0,82
you. Now, you needn’t tell me the truth, because I know it, for that’s my gift...my power. But if you feel the need to lie, well, then, that’s entirely on you, and keep in mind that you’ll be the only one in this hallway that you’ll really be lying to.” He seemed to take a breath. “And may I point out, that nickname, the one you’ve heard, about me being two-faced—it’s really not accurate. I always tell the truth, to whomever I’m speaking to. The problem is, sometimes I tell them things they don’t want to hear. Sometimes I stick to the truths that I know they want. Does that make me two-faced, do you think? Sometimes callous and blunt, others light and dancing around the edges of everything they believe?”
“I guess it kinda makes you selective,” I said, not wavering with the gun. “Why don’t you stick with the ‘whole, unvarnished’ version of the truth for me?”
“That’s a special kind of truth,” he said. “But if you think you can handle it...sure, why not?”
“I’ve been able to handle everything you’ve thrown at me so far,” I said. “Why should this be any different?”
“Ah, yes, well, let’s start with that, the beginning, shall we?” He stretched as though he were looking for a comfortable place to sit, and instead ended up leaning against the wall. “You’ll forgive me for leaning, but I am of an...advanced age, for even my type of meta, and it brings with it...certain...unpleasant side effects. I grow weary, especially in moments such as this.” The ground shook as something exploded in the distance and I turned to look, then darted my eyes back to him as I realized I didn’t want to turn my back on him. “Not to worry, that was just the car garage. We’re trying very hard not to kill anyone.”
“You’re failing,” I said, teeth clenched. “I just came from the body of Dr. Ronald Sessions. You blew him up with the science lab.”
“Ah,” Janus said, and it sounded genuinely pained. “That is a shame. You know, let me get this explanation out before we get any farther, because I feel...truly, bad about it. You see, I’m part of the ‘old guard,’ you might call it, of Omega. I detest killing, even when necessary. It’s such...an...unpleasant expression of powers that most men would crave. We’re better people, we should uphold the sanctity of life, even for humans. Now, I explain this because...frankly...you haven’t been dealt with in the fashion that I would have chosen had I been in charge of your case this entire time.”
“My ‘case’?” I almost scoffed.
“Yes,” he said. “You see, the...individual who...runs Omega, had gotten some very bad advice from the ‘new guard’ about how to conduct things. The old ways are fading away, and older metas like me, well, we’re not as influential as we used to be. There was a time when I held the ear of the Primus of Omega, when I was first advisor. Now, a chain of failures has elevated me once more, but for a time, I was...persona non grata. And I tell you this because it’s so important that you understand that none of what you’ve seen from Omega came from me. Not Wolfe, not Henderschott, certainly not Fries...none of it.”
“Because you wouldn’t have unleashed those maniacs, those twits, those sidewinders?” I asked.
“Certainly not,” he said with an assured shake of the head. “Because you...you are too important to chance to such...creatures, shall we say.”
“But you did send Bjorn,” I ticked them off in my head, “and Madigan.”
“Of course I did,” he said. “Naturally.”
“Um...they failed just as miserably as the ones you didn’t send.”
“Not at all,” Janus said with a smile, and there was a beep from the phone in my pocket. “Do you need to get that?”
“It’s a...” I frowned and kept one hand covering him with the gun while I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and thumbed the text message feature. I had three messages and a missed call from Zack. I clicked the messages first, my eyes darting from the phone to Janus. “I have messages.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’ll wait. Personally, I hate those smart phones. Don’t get along with them.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be open to change?”
He sighed, deeply. “There is a difference between helping others with change and embracing it for oneself. Technology may be my bane, but no matter. Read your messages, and then we shall talk.”