S.M.A.R.T. (The Subject of Mind Altering Research and Testing)

Chapter Seven

"If you don't cooperate we'll force you in." A man said to Michael, who was fighting from entering the chopper. It had already been running and waiting for them when they got outside. The men grabbed him and tossed him in angrily. Michael landed in the cabin with a thump, and the men who threw him climbed in behind him. One of the men went to the cockpit, and put on head-gear, and the rest of them took a seat. The man who Michael had smashed in the head with the chair was staring him down with an evil glare. Michael thought he looked like a pouty child. He wanted to get even with him for the chair incident, but something about the way he stared so angrily told Michael that he couldn't, even if he would have liked to. He had a bald head, and a screwed up face. He looked like he had been in more fights than a boxer, and his nosed was squashed in, from being broken multiple times. Michael looked to see where the General was, but he had gone off, and was nowhere to be seen yet.

The other men sat and started talking amongst each other, while the bald man cleaned his gash. They had cropped military haircuts, two of them had brown hair, one was a shade darker, and the other one was dirty blonde. They all wore the same outfits, plain green army uniforms, and guns, in holsters on their side, besides the General, who wore his tan military suit.

He studied the men. He had never seen any of them before. They didn't have military attitudes, or badges. Michael wondered if they were even military at all, and if they weren't, how did they get there, or know the General? They didn't look to be anything important. If they needed four to take him down, they weren't well-trained, and none of them talked like geniuses. He wondered who the hell they were.

Michael was trying to think of any way possible to escape, when he General pulled up in his car. He had taken the keys off Michael back at his office. The General got out of the vehicle, and Michael saw him give his work bag and keys to another man, who then got into the car and drove away. He wondered where the man was taking it.

The General approached the helicopter and climbed in. It was the same helicopter Michael had been rescued in. Michael found that suspicious. The helicopter took off, and Michael's chance to escape was gone. He watched the details fade away from the ground as they rose.

"Where are you taking me?" Michael asked. His face was bleeding from being punched while fighting his way out of the building.

"Back to our facility. Relax and have a seat." The General answered with a short tone. He pointed for Michael to sit in one of the seats, and Michael sat.

"Look, he's learning his lesson." The man with the broken face said to one of the other men.

"No thanks to you, Gus." The General interrupted, and Gus shot an angry look to Michael, instead of the General. Michael ignored him.

"To your facility. And what will happen to me there?" He asked.

"If you cooperate, we'll be able to take those cuffs off when we get there. There won't be much chance of you getting out. We have maximum security on the entire premises. However, I wouldn't advise trying. We wouldn't like to have an uncooperative subject..." The General replied. Michael knew he was being threatened.

"Why should I cooperate, you've kidnapped me, and you're telling my wife I'm dead. You clearly intend to kill me when this is done, anyways. What value is my life behind bars?"

"You act like I didn't offer you a fair chance to come willingly. Besides, your life is a great deal of value to some people." The General paused, and Michael looked at him coldly.

Fair. That isn't what I would call it.

"There will be no bars on your door. You'll have your own room, plus walking space, and three nice meals a day if you cooperate, which I know you will." The General said, and took a glass off the wall. He poured himself a drink, and gulped it down, before turning back to finish. The other men didn't seem to have the privilege of pouring themselves a drink. "You might not fear for yourself, but you wouldn't want anything to happen to that lovely wife and daughter of yours now, would you? It would be terribly sad for your daughter if your loss caused... Jane, is her name?" Michael's eyes flared when he said it, and the General smirked his bratty smirk.