Immediately Forgettable

Chapter 19

Another side effect of my forgettability is that I have a really good memory, which was developed by me being able to study things unencumbered by anyone ever noticing me. With only two wrong turns, I managed to get to the hangar that Jen had taken me the day before so that I could grab an all-terrain vehicle and head to the racetrack.

It was easy enough to grab one — it had gotten chaotic since the announcement, and people weren't reacting well at all. And that was just over me — imagine when they find out the world had been plunged into chaos by their boss. Of course King normally would have gotten a handle on everybody by now, but I knew he was pre-occupied.

The vehicles were keyless, so a push of a button and I was on my way. I thought about making a run for it on the ATV, but the speed was not great, and I thought I would have been caught before too long.

Of course, the racecar plan had its worries, too. For starters, it is doubtful it could handle off-road well, if at all, so I would have to keep to paved areas. Second, I will be driving a vehicle with highly-combustible fuel, and I may be shot at, which is not a combination I was looking forward to. No, this sounded like a bad idea, too, but I was running out of options...and time.

The helpful signs got me to the track. I held back and saw John tinkering on an engine in the garage. A few other guys were doing the same. They did not appear to heed warnings from the main building with the same intensity that their fellow employees did.

I scoped the scene — there was a car near the track, over to the left. Unattended, and an easy grab. I looked around for gates or a road out, and saw none, so I would have to go through the compound. Not good.

But then I saw it. Even further to the left — all the way at the end of the track. A large fuel truck with King's biofuel logo on it. That could run down a fence! But it was even more volatile than the racecar. I looked all the way to the left and saw the satellite dishes in the distance.

Jen had said that those were the main communication sources for the compound. That likely made them the things that were jamming our phones and maybe even the link to King's satellites. From my angle, I could see the fuel truck in the foreground and the satellite dishes in the background.

This was it — my Hail Mary. With less than a half-hour left, I would need to take out the dishes and call for support. I had no way of knowing if it would work or not, but I could think of no other options.

I started toward the fuel truck.