The Omega Directive
Uploaded by Admin on Mar 18, 2001
I was on my way into the ‘office’ and I saw the secretary;
“Hey Cheryl.”
“Hey Martin. Here, isn’t it the big day today?” she asked
“Yep, she’s finally coming online.” I replied, with a bit of an excited tone in my voice
“Christ! What is it with men always having to call things ‘she’?” Her voice had something of a viscous snap to it.
“Hey, don’t blame me dear. I just work here don’t I?”
She giggled. I like it when she giggles. It’s got a sweetness to it that, for some reason, most other women lacked. I smiled at her. “So……..are you, going to let me in? Or shall I just stand all day looking at you, which I wouldn’t actually mind doing?” I heard a buzz and then a click at the door. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then, shall I? Or are you just messing with my head?”
“Go on, in, now! Or do I have to smack your rear end to get you in there?” She said.
“Well, come on over here and try it baby!” I said to her with one great big cheesy grin on my face.
“Oh you dirty man, you!” She said, sarcastically. We always were saying stuff like that in our own little way. It was…different. I’d never been like this with anyone else. It was always just us two. Then there would be a great booming voice from inside the ‘office’.
“BRYSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS IN HERE, NOW!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh dear, General Solomon’s calling.” I said with some remorse.
“Don’t you mean ‘great wind-bag of Alcatraz’?” She said. I laughed. That’s the nickname I’d given him when I had started at the Pentagon. He was supposedly an ex guard over on Alcatraz prison island…. supposedly.
I crossed the threshold into a huge room. Dimly lit, only the centre table was illuminated. I could see the General’s face.
“I told you not to be late. I watched you out there flirting with Cheryl, it’s not on. I’ve told you before to leave my daughter alone!” Everyone turned and looked at me. I couldn’t help but say:-
“Who, me?” I got a warm laugh from everyone in the room. Except of course from Mr. Stern faced – lover’s father – who – hates – me. His emotionless face and piercing stare were enough to make anyone cower for fear of their lives. He always looked like he was going to attack you or...