Mindtease

Chapter 30

"Hey Joshy," Kirk asked while belching after finishing another bottle of beer, "why aren't you wearing your ballcap...sideways?"

"I don't want another ballcap," Josh answered matter-of-factly. "I left my other back at the bed-and-breakfast...our booby-trap for those bastards from uncle. I don't want another...can't play the same ruse on those fuckers from uncle again."

"I see..."

"Well if you want one, you can get one, or I can get one for you..."

"Should I turn the visor to the right?"

Josh snorted and sipped on his bottle of beer, gingerly, not wanting to get too drunk too fast.

"Whatever you wish Kirky," Josh replied. "But just realize, a ballcap can absorb your thoughts, and those fuckers with uncle have their own psychics undoubtedly."

"Huh? Really Josh?"

"Yuppers. I left a message for a psychic, and now I left a warning, a deadly message, for those pigs in charge..."

"I see," Kirk answered, opening another bottle of beer, pretending to watch the documentary about the faking of the moon landings by the United States. Inwardly, Kirk was impressed, Josh's gift...his power to mind tease was much greater than he had presumed...to direct, control his psionic, telepathic power.

"It's alright Kirk," Josh said. "I would not have thought to do it, but then realized how I could do it. So I did...so thanks."

"Uhh, you're welcome?"

Josh laughed, shook his head, and took a small sip of his bottle of beer.

"No problem," Josh said, "...let's shoot for the moon."

Josh turned up the volume on the television, an implicit signal that the conversation was over...for now.

# # #

"What do you want that for Kirk?" Josh asked as they walked out of the electronics department into the parking lot of Q-Mart.

"Do some online searching...we have free wireless," Kirk said. "Be a shame not to use it."

"You're not surfing Internet porn, the shemales of Hawaii are you?"

"Shit no Joshy, this is serious...I want to check out some things I'm seeing and knowing like you wanted me to...so this laptop computer will help, 'kay?"

"Okay, sure Kirk," Josh replied as they reached the car, and Josh remotely unlocked the doors, and the pair of friends climbed in.

Kirk heard the tone of rejection and pouting, and smiled, putting his hand on Josh's shoulder in his black T-shirt.

"I need the computer, because like the brand name I'm feeling 'inspired' Joshy...but it's our notebook, 'kay?"

"Okay Kirk," Josh replied, putting the car keys into the ignition slot. "But 'inspired'...what do you mean?"

"Something I need to research and figure out," Kirk answered as he put on his seatbelt. "But that's why I needed the notebook."

"Laptop," Josh corrected in a matter-of-factly style, "actually a portable computer."

"Shut up and drive," Kirk replied curtly...adding, "shut it and start it...the car."

"Blimey!" Josh said, shaking his head, smiled...and started the car.

# # #

A man in a black suit sat nervously in a conference room, with a window into an adjoining room...a laboratory room. The nervous man looked at his associate who sat smoking, but reading a binder with a cover page that read, "Top Secret, Classification Level 10. Project XJK-838-23-Omega." Instead of paper sheets, translucent pages contained printed text on plastic. After a few moments, the man stubbed out his cigarette and considered his new associate and colleague who was uncomfortable out of his regular uniform, in a black suit and tie...and a cheap one at that.