Page 4 of Iron Rations


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“I just made it one.”

“Fox, I need you to listen to me.”

“Oh, gotcha,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at me intently.

“I’m not going to disappear.”

“Right, but if you did?—”

“I’m not.”

“But if you did?—”

“I’m not,” I snapped, getting more pissed off by the second. I watched as he struggled not to repeat himself again. It was eating him up inside to not say the words. His face turned red and his foot started tapping incessantly. “Just fucking say it!”

“But if you did…” He stopped and waited for me to interrupt him again, which I didn’t. It was better just to let him get this out. “I might need to become you for a short period of time, you know, to fool whoever might still be after you.”

“Why would someone still be after me?”

He shrugged. “It happened with Cash.”

“Yes, but Cash has an evil twin. We look nothing alike.”

“Which is why I’m studying you. I’ve already got a wig and a special mask made up with your face on it.”

“You…You made a mask of my face?”

“Yeah, it was a little difficult. Did you know you turn a lot in your sleep? It was hard to get the biometrics just right, but I think I did a pretty damn good job,” he beamed.

“Fox, you can’t take biometrics of my face without me giving you permission.”

“Why not? Cash does it.”

“For work purposes only,” I retorted.

“This is for work purposes too. Like I said, your enemies might come after you. Your life could hang in the balance with only me to save you.”

“I’ll take my chances,” I said, turning on my heel to walk away.

“Don’t you even want to see the mask?”

“Not in the least.”

“But it’s a great likeness. I’ve even started chewing like you do!”

I shouldn’t be surprised. This wasn’t nearly as weird as when he videotaped me sleeping in case he ever had to fill in for me. You know, in case I slipped off the base and needed him to pretend to be me. When I saw the video, I hadn’t known him that long. It took me a good three months to finally let it go. I had been worn down by him constantly giving me scenarios in which I would need to sneak away. The least crazy being that I had murdered someone and needed time to get away.

“Hey, what’s that?” Fox asked, snatching the chain from around my neck.

I grabbed it before he could pull it off me and glared at him. “Not that. You don’t ever touch that.”

His eyes widened and he slowly backed away. “Is it sacred?”

“About as sacred as you can get. My grandma gave it to me.”

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes stayed wide and he licked his lips in anticipation. “Can I…”

“Touch it? No.”

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