Yesterday's Tomorrow People

Flashes

As the car drove off of the drive way which led to the house, the radio's volume slowly went up a few notches.

--The Stock Market, here, on Wall Street suffers yet another drastic fall. The DOW, Google, and Yahoo! all feel the loss of several points yesterday. But, don't you worry. It is predicted the points shall rise back to positives by Thursday. Apple soaring with continually increasing points. More news and local announcements after a few commercials. Also, the weather report up next on this beautiful Tuesday morning. Don't change the sta--

The radio clicked off and silence filled the car. John had his eyes on the road ahead not aware that the radio had been turned off and where they were going.

"We are headed back into the city. If the building for Ultra is still vacant, we will be able to find what we need." Jed looked at his phone nervously.

"Vacant? Completely empty? The agency moved I'm guessing," John inquired.

"We have informants who have seen several Rogues enter the building. They call their new home 'The Refuge.'" With that word, John felt a light bulb go off in his brain. He remembered someone telling him about the Refuge.

"The Refuge," John said to himself.

"What about it, John? It's just a silly name for their new home they stole from us. It's another thing they took from us. They do this so we can't help the people. The Rogues are trying to take our agents, like they did you, for their own power. They might be building up an army."

A flash of an older man talking to a younger John filled John's mind. The man was rather tall and bearded. He wore business casual attire. An Ultra Agent, maybe? thought John.

The large car turned to the on ramp for the Interstate. The car bumped along the worn down section of the road not waking John from his daydream.

In his dreaming,  John could tell he was sitting, but he couldn't look down. John saw Jed standing in a door frame across the room from him. Jed leaned against the frame. He had a small worried look across he face. He wanted to get closer to Jed, but he felt like he couldn't move an inch. John glanced around the room. It was the main living area of the house he slept in last night. A dull pain began to ache over his body, and a loud sound rang through his ears.

The engine revved noisily speeding up to pass a smaller car. John woke from the daydream as the car sped up.

"Alright, John," Jed exclaimed. "Here's the deal. When we get to this 'Refuge,' it doesn't matter what happens: do not let them take you. Hell, don't let them take me. Who's gonna look after you if I'm not here to tell you what to do?" Jed chuckled. "There may be only a few Rogues present in the building, but all the D-chips were most likely destroyed by the new residents. Originally, while you were their prisoner, we approximated about 27 other Rogues residing in the abandoned subway station. The building may only have a handful, but they do have their powers."

He continued, "I know they will try to get into your head. Because you were with them, they will try to pry into your head saying so many things that aren't true." John kept starring at the headrest blocking Jed's head. "You're not like the Rogues, you're--"

"Okay, gotcha, Jed," John interrupted fairly annoyed. "Don't let the others in my head. Everything they say is a lie." He paused while the car moved along a curve in the interstate. John took a breath, "I feel like I've been told this a million times already. Trust me."

Jed gave a short sigh. "You've made a good point. It's been a while since I've given you orders. I forget you were an agent for a long time."

A short silence passed as both cooled from the others' comments.