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A criminal's mind is an inadvisable place to go treasure hunting. |
Ray Tucker slumps brooding in his cell... "So this is it then. The wait's over." "Guess so, Ray." Davyâs scared. Heâs tryinâ tâsound all relaxed, like he donât care, but I can tell heâs freakinâ out. Not sure how I feel myself ... relieved, I think. After six yearâs in here, waitinâ anâ wonderinâ, it all ends this morning. Thatâs goinâ tâbe the easy bit. Itâs all this waitinâ thatâs done my head in. "Guess they didnât beat us completely though, eh Ray? In a way, we won." "What you talkinâ âbout?" Davyâs losinâ it. Must be the fear. Poor Davy - he may be an ugly, vicious rat, but heâs still my little brother. "The money, Ray; the police got us, but they never made us tell, right?" "Oh yeah. The money..." Davyâs right about that. They can kill us, but theyâll never find what we did with the money. "...nobody has a clue where the money's stashed." *** Dr. Daniels locks the lab door and pulls the shades... "So this is it then. The wait's over." "Really, Dr. Daniels? We're going for it?" Kennyâs youthful enthusiasm warms my heart. My colleagues ridiculed my theories, but Kenny has never doubted me. "Yes. We can begin as soon as I've attached the synaptic conductors." "And you want me to pull the plug after five minutes?" Five ought to do it. More than enough time to have to be inside the head of that scumbag, Tucker. His gormless little brother will tell me everything I need. "I doubt if the machine can sustain the mind projection for any longer, but, yes ... five minutes ... just to be safe." "Are you sure about this? Dr. Daniels, the tests we did with the lab monkeys were â " "The Tuckers are being executed in less than an hour. If we donât do it now, the moneyâs lost..." Kennyâs right, of course. Any number of things could go wrong, but I trust him to bring me back. "...nobody has a clue where the money's stashed." *** Davey Tucker squats in front of his brother, frowning... "Are you all right? You looked all weird for a second there." "Wh ... I ... my God, it worked! Iâm here. Y-youâre Davy Tucker, right?" Rayâs cracking. I knew he was more scared than he was letting on. Putting on a brave face on my account Iâll bet. "Take it easy, big brother. Course itâs me." "Yes, yes. Course itâs you, Davy. I was ... ahh ... only joking." Itâs less than an hour âtil we get the injection, and Ray decides to develop a sense of humour. The stress must be getting to him worse than I thought. "Itâs funny, Davy, I was just thinking about the money." "Well sure. We were talking about it just a few seconds ago." "We were? Oh ... uh ... yeah. We were. Strange thing is, Davy, Iâve forgotten. Iâve ... ahh ... forgotten everything. I donât know whatâs happened to me. I canât even remember where we hid the money. Whereâs the money, Davy?" Poor old Ray. See what this placeâs done to him? "It's ok. It's ok. Just calm down and I'll tell you everything." *** Kenny looks up from the bank of monitors... "Are you all right? You looked all weird for a second there." "Whatâs goinâ on? What the hellâs goinâ on? Whereâs Davy? What is this place?" Somethingâs not right. Dr. Daniels doesnât recognize me. I hope the process hasnât damaged his mind. I knew we should have done more tests before trying this. "Donât you remember me, Doctor? Itâs me ... Kenny. Remember? Are you ok?" "I ainât a stinkin' Doctor. Is this someoneâs idea of a joke? How did I get here? Youâd better tell me where my brother is right now." Oh Lord. Itâs Tucker. Somehow the mind projection has worked both ways and Ray Tuckerâs here, in the Doctorâs head - here in the lab with me. "Youâre ... uh ... R-Ray, arenât you? Please relax, Mr. Tucker. Put those scalpels down and Iâll explain whatâs happening." "Youâve got three seconds to start talkinâ, runt. "It's ok. It's ok. Just calm down and I'll tell you everything." *** Dr. Daniels stretches his - Tucker's - arms and lays back on the bed, smiling... Didn't take long. Ddn't take much to persaude him to talk. Now I just have to wait for Kenny to get me out of this cell, out of this body. Tucker's twisted mind can come back where it belongs. Here come the guards now; good timing. Ray and Davey Tucker are about to pay for the eighteen innocent people they gunned down during their botched getaway, but the Tuckers' secret doesnât have to die with them, not anymore. This time tomorrow, I'll be enjoying the easiest money I ever made... *** Ray Tucker washes his - Dr. Daniel's - hands under a tap... Didn't take long. Ddn't take much to persaude him to talk. Little runt. So him and his scientist friend were planninâ on nickinâ our money. Carvinâ him up with scalpels was no more than he deserved. That smartass scientist can have my injection ... which makes me a free man: new face, new identity and a younger, healthier body. Shame poor Davy still has to die, but you canât win âem all. Just got to fetch the loot from hiding, and I'm laughing. This time tomorrow, I'll be enjoying the easiest money I ever made... |