Chapter 102: Uncorking the Genie.
Fuller groaned loudly as he tried to centre his swimming head, he tried to sit up but swiftly realised something was holding him down due to the pressure he could feel across his chest and equally around his wrists which seemed to be above his head and around his ankles as well.
"About time you decided to rejoin us, I didn't hit you that hard," a very familiar voice said from somewhere near to him though the harmonics around him seemed off, echoing almost.
He opened his eyes and tried to focus them on a singular point and despite the darkness, all around him he was able to pick out a light source that he used to align his sight and senses, it belonged to a small battery-powered lantern that was sat on what looked like a bedside table.
At first glance he realised he was in some kind of military billet or bunk room by the bunk beds and the layout of the place, he also realised that he'd been secured to one of the beds by a set of handcuffs around his wrists and what felt like something similar around his ankles, but there was also what felt like a belt strap around his chest, it seemed number nine had gone to quite the lengths to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere fast.
"It's not polite to ignore someone when they are speaking to you you know?" a feminine voice said from the shadows off to his left and Fuller turned his head to try and see her in the gloom but the light of the little lantern only stretched so far and all he got was a shadow-like figure in the darkness.
"Says the person who kidnapped someone and tied them to a bed, he under other circumstances I might even be flattered," Fuller said dryly.
There was a chuckle from the figure in the darkness, "It's good to see that death hasn't fucked up your sense of humour Fuller though I doubt the same can be said for the rest of the team now can it?" Nine said.
"Not my doing," he said and that's when there was a burst of movement before something struck him hard across the face and it took his rattled senses a moment to realise that he'd been slapped.
"Liar! I was fucking there at the base when you and those fucking pet Deathclaws of yours hit us!" she yelled into his face though in the darkness all he could see was a vague outline, though strangely the hit of adrenaline from the slap actually helped in realigning his senses faster than naturally waking up.
"Really? I could have sworn we got everyone, damn that Vertibird didn't half go up now did it?" Fuller said bating out the second slap that came a moment later though he was braced for it so all it did was sting.
The shadowy figure retreated from him a little way and then stood in the darkness, "Why did you do it Fuller? We thought you were really dead, why would you betray us like this?" Nine asked.
"What because we're such good friends that I owe you any kind of explanation? You're just another tool for the fucking Enclave to throw at the problem of getting everyone to fall in fucking line and do what they say," he said bitterly.
Nine actually laughed at this and by the hard bitter note to her voice, Fuler could tell that there was more to that laugh than met the eye so he simply waited patiently, "Let's just say that the Enclave and myself have had a parting of ways, call it a severance package if you will," she said.
"Let me guess you reported for duty like a good little soldier and the Luitenant pulled a gun on you and said sorry your service is no longer required," he said and the pause resonated the truth better than an admission ever could.
"You knew?" she asked in a hard but quiet voice.
"The order was relayed to all of us before you even signed on with us, we were told we'd be getting two of your number and that if you even showed signs of going rogue or that if the team got made and taken out the last remaining member was to liquidate you both to prevent your capture, welcome to the expendable nature of the Enclave operator kid, sucks Deathclaw dick doesn't it?" Fuller said.
Nine laughed bitterly, "Was it the same for you?" she asked softly.
"Similarly we told in no uncertain terms that if we got captured no rescue would be coming and that we'd be expected to take ourselves out and if we failed in that they'd do it for us, they implanted trackers in us that contained handy dandy little explosive cores so when someone higher us than we decided we were no longer useful or it wasn't worth the resources to retrieve us, pop goes the weasel, I had extras fitted into me because they gave me subdermal's to go with the tracker," he said.
There was another momentary pause, "Do I have those in me?' she asked a harder note creeping into her voice and Fuller wondered if he should tell her that he had no idea but before he could answer she rushed forwards and grabbed the scruff of his shirt.
"Tell me!!" she demanded.
"I have no idea, that sort of shit is needing to know and I don't remember?" he said.