Superiority Chapter 6
#7 of Superiority
Superiority
Chapter 6
"Almost to the border," said Jeff, the Rebellion member driving Louis into Canada.
With a groan, Louis pulled his chair back from it's reclined position. "How long till we get there?" replied Louis, still groggy from sleep. They had been driving for two days straight, and his legs were starting to hurt.
"About eighteen kilometers," was his answer.
"About damn time," said Louis. "No offense, but I'm getting tired of sitting in a car with you."
It had been a dangerous few days. Because Jeff was a human, they had to take back roads, and Louis had to go into gas stations to pay. They risked detection at every step.
At least they would be safe once they crossed the border. Canada had been sheltering The Rebellion for years, and was planning on providing them with transport, once they got to the other side.
"So, where are we heading exactly?" asked Louis.
"There's an airport not far from the border. They have a plane waiting for us," was Jeff's reply.
After a few minutes, they reached the border, and Jeff handed the human at the gate a folder. The man skimmed through it, and waved them through.
"I never thought I'd say this," said Louis. "But it feels good to be in Canada."
With a laugh, Jeff said "Just wait, it'll feel even better when we get to where we're going."
About thirty-five kilometers across the border, Jeff took a turn down a gravel road, and turned into the parking lot of a small airstrip.
"You've got to be kidding me," said Louis. There was a four seat bush plane in front of him.
Jeff gave him a look of understanding, and said, "They couldn't spare much to pick up one guy. It's either this, or drive. Most planes are on call for the war preparation."
This was not going to be fun.
"So, you know how to fly this thing?" asked Louis.
"Nope, our pilot should be here any minute," said Jeff, slightly annoying Louis. Not only did he have to fly in a tiny plane, but there was now someone else taking up room.
"Don't think of it as full," said Jeff, laughing because Louis' large size was going to make him uncomfortable. "You can sit next to Mikey. He's tiny."
Louis shot him a look to show he wasn't amused. "Why did you bring him anyway?" he asked.
Jeff rolled his eyes, and replied "My ex-wife is on a vacation with her new man. It was my week, and I couldn't get out of it. She's relaxing in some fancy hotel, while I have to drag our son halfway across a continent."
They both turned around as they heard a car pull into the parking lot. Louis could barely contain his laughter, as a beat up rusted out sedan pulled into a parking spot, brakes squealing all the while.
An old grey-haired man with aviator sunglasses, and an orange hat got out. "I take it you boys are my clients?" he asked. "My name is Alfred Gottschalk."
"Yes sir," replied Jeff. "I'm Jeff, this is Mikey, my son, and this is Louis, our reason for being here today."
Alfred looked Louis up, and down quickly, before asking, "Where's he sitting?"
Louis gave him a look, before Jeff replied, "In the back. I know he doesn't look right, but his current condition wasn't exactly his choice."
"Whatever, let's just get you loaded, and out of here."
Louis loaded a few small bags into the plane while Jeff talked with Alfred about some details of the flight.
"What happened to you, Mister?" asked Mikey.
Louis sighed. He didn't like kids very much. "Some bad people, did some bad things to me," he said. "I'm stuck like this for awhile."
"Well, I don't think you look all that bad, Mister," said Mikey. "I hope that makes you feel better."
"A little bit," replied Louis. "But trust me kid, this is pretty horrible."
"Well, I hope you start feeling better soon," said Mikey.
Louis couldn't help but smile. "Thanks kid. That means a lot."
"Alright, to Toronto it is. Let's go," said Jeff.
Louis climbed slowly through the small door, it wasn't designed for someone of his size to fit through, and was closely followed by the other passengers.
It was a long flight to Toronto. The tiny bush plane only flew at around ninety knots, and Louis was being constantly bombarded with questions from his new found 'friend'.
"Can you hear real good with them ears, Mister?" asked Mikey.
"Really good, kid. Better than a man should be able to," replied Louis patiently. He wished Jeff would take off his headset, so he would say something to make this stop.
"Can you smell real good with that long nose?" asked Mikey. "Here, smell my hand."
"I can smell real good, kid," said Louis, as he pushed his hand away.
Louis tapped on Jeff's shoulder, and asked him how much farther it was.
"About forty-seven knots. It shouldn't be too much longer," Said Jeff.
"Great, and let me guess, we have to drive twenty minutes to get there?" replied Louis.
"Nah, more like five," answered Jeff. "You'll get a chance to stretch your legs sooner than you think."
Well, at least there wasn't much more driving. Mikey stayed quiet for the rest of the trip, for the most part. Making Louis feel a lot better.
The landing, and the drive there were pretty uneventful, although Louis got strange looks everywhere he went.
"Happy to have you back, sir," said the doorman, after checking some papers Jeff handed him.
"We've prepared a room for you," he said. "If you would please talk to the Branch Director, he will give you any information you need to know, and provide you with your key."
"Well, I'm gone," said Jeff. "Nice seeing you again."
Louis thanked him, and continued into the building.
"Welcome back Mister Moreau," said the Branch Director. "Here is your key, your room is on the third floor, room three hundred twelve. And at your earliest convenience tomorrow morning, your presence is requested at the presidents office on the top floor."
"Thanks," said Louis, ignoring the stares from everywhere in the room.
Louis was eager to get to his room, and thankful that he didn't have to talk business, until the next day.
He plopped onto the bed without getting into the sheets, and quickly fell fast asleep.
Louis awoke early the next day. Seeing a set of clothing at the foot of his bed, he quickly showered, and changed into his new attire, happy to get out of the rags Jeff gave him.
Deciding to delay the meeting with the president for a little while longer, Louis quickly descended the stairs, and headed for the cafeteria.
It was about six o' clock, thankfully, most people were asleep. Louis didn't know what he'd do if he had to deal with stares from everybody in a full room.
He ate quietly by himself, before heading upstairs to prepare for his meeting.
He looked at himself in the mirror. "How could anybody think this was beautiful?" He wondered aloud. It didn't matter right now. Right now all he wanted was to bring justice to the people that did this to him, and so many others.
"I have a meeting with the President," said Louis, as he handed the guard his identification.
"He's been expecting you. Go right in," replied the guard.
"Mister President?" asked Louis cautiously, as he entered his office.
"Ah yes, I've been expecting you," replied the President of the United States. "I trust you didn't have any trouble getting here?"
"No more than was expected Sir," replied Louis.
"Well, that's good. I would like to extend my deepest apologies for what they've done to you," said the President.
"Well it wasn't your fault Sir. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for my country, and my species," replied Louis.
"Anyway Mister Moreau, if I may be so bold as to cut to the point, I believe we can use your condition to our advantage," said the President.
"And how might that be, Mister President?" asked Louis.
The President sighed.
"Mister Moreau, I want you to infiltrate their ranks."