When He Got There

Part 1

     Matthew Grey Kayne stepped off the train. He took his suitcase and started walking toward the train platform exit. He was new to this place, he believed. He's not sure, though, because he can't remember anything earlier than 10 days ago. That's when he woke up in the hospital.
     The doctors all agreed that he had a concussion and amnesia. They told him that he could get his memory back soon, or it could take a long time to get it back. However, no matter how long it takes, he will have to make sure that he takes it easy in order to get well again.
     Besides the concussion and amnesia, he also has a few cracked ribs, a black eye, cuts, and bruises all over his body. Some of the cuts look like they could be from a knife. He keeps wracking his brain, trying to figure out what had happened to him.
     He knows that part of his memory might be trying to get back because he keeps dreaming about shadowy figures. At first, he didn't remember his name. That's when the doctors said that they had treated him before. They told him that his name was Matthew Grey Kayne. He's 36 years old. But that's all they would tell him. When he asked them for more information, one of the doctors looked at the other. The other doctor shook his head and sighed.
     "I'm afraid that we can't do that, Mr. Kayne. " Matthew looked at him in disbelief. He could not understand why the doctors were not able to tell him anything else. Was it because they didn't know? Or were they being told to say that? If so, then by whom? Nothing was making sense to Matthew.
     Matthew sighed and sat back against the hospital bed. He closed his eyes and put his hand to his forehead, rubbing slightly. His headache, which was just barely there when he first woke up, started throbbing fiercely. He looked at the doctors and asked for a painkiller. They gave him some, and he took the medicine, closing his eyes afterward to try to get some rest.
     The two doctors looked at each other again, then walked out of the room. They went to their office, shut the door, and made a phone call.
    "Carson 23732 and Barnett 76235 reporting to you, sir. Kayne's awake. He doesn't remember who he is or where he comes from. We only told him his name and age, as per your order, sir. What other orders do you have for us?" Dr. Henry Carson paused to take a sip of coffee. He went to the sink and poured the coffee down the drain. He then rinsed out the coffee cup and poured fresh coffee into his cup, making sure to add sugar and cream to his coffee. Barnett could drink the bitter drink without anything in it. However, he himself could not stomach coffee that way.
    Dr. Thomas Barnett looked at Henry with a baffled look on his face. He wasn't sure who it was that Henry, or um, Dr. Carson was talking to. All he knew was that they had received a certified letter from Washington DC asking for information about Mr. Kayne. Both of the doctors had met him from previous hospital visits. It really confused the doctors because they had met Mr. Kayne a lot of times. He would come in to get bullets taken out of his arms or legs. The first time he had gone to the hospital to get bullets out, the doctors had told him that they were obligated to inform the police about a possible shooting. Mr. Kayne had informed them that they wouldn't be able to do that because he had top security clearance. It would interfere with his mission. So why now? Why would the higher ups not want Mr. Kayne to know who he is? And what would that do to the safety of everyone involved? Not just him and Henry, but the entire hospital staff and their families.
     Thomas groaned slightly and stood up to get his personal cellphone. He dialed the first number in his contacts and waited until the call was picked up. "Marcia, I have some vacation days coming to me. I'm going to send you some money. I want you and the kids to go to the cabin. Tonight. I will meet you there this weekend." He heard Marcia gasp on the other end of the line. "What's going on, Thomas? The cabin is for emergencies only." Thomas sighed and swallowed hard. The lump in his throat only getting bigger. "I know sweetheart. I'm not sure what is going on. But I want you to take the kids to the cabin. Tell Tyler I said code F. He'll know what to do." Getting his family to safety was all that mattered right now. His gut wouldn't let him do anything less.