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ReGenesis, Inc.: The Recruitment (a prequel)
By Bill Hart
Vincent Martensen, known to both his friends and his acquaintances as Vinnie,
sat alone at the counter in "Bart's Downwind Bar" waiting for the person he'd
been told to expect and recruit.
As each person entered the bar, Vinnie immediately checked them against the
picture he'd been given by those employing him this night to determine if they
matched. But so far, there had been no match. However, those paying him had all
but guaranteed that the man in the picture _would_ be here tonight. And, damned
if Vinnie knew how, to date they hadn't missed once.
It was getting late. And the man was still a no show. Vinnie was beginning to
think he should have spent all this wasted time tonight out hustling his ass
trying to find new people for the projects his real bosses were working on
instead of moonlighting as he was. After all, that was his real job, but it paid
only on delivery and not nearly as well as his moonlighting, which he actually
preferred when it was quick and simple. But he hated sitting around doing
nothing, because it cut into his profits. Waiting around doing nothing was just
short of Vinnie's idea of pure hell.
It had been a long, boring, and very unproductive day. And Vinnie had become
thirsty. Surely no one would begrudge him one little drink while he patiently
continued waiting. But that one had become two and soon thereafter three. Not
that anyone was counting.
Vincent finally decided he'd waited long enough. Those footing the bill had
finally screwed up. Their intended mark obviously wasn't coming in this place
tonight. He was getting up to leave, when a man, who looked like he could chew
and spit nails, walked in and took a seat next to him at the counter.
"Long time no see, Jerry." said the bartender. "How's life been treating you?"
"Like shit." he replied. "I'm still out of work and my ex is making noise about
having me tossed in jail if I miss my next child support payment. Where's the
logic in that Bart? How can I find a job to make my payments, if I'm sitting
behind bars?"
Vincent looked at the picture he still held in his hand. "Well, I'll be damned.
Somehow, they've done it again." This unemployed and in need of money new patron
was the man he'd been sent here to recruit. Vincent smiled, and then calmly sat
back down on the stool.
"Beats me, Jerry." replied Bart. "What'll you have?"
"How about a whiskey. Straight up." said Jerry. "On second thought, better make
it a double, Bart."
"Sure thing." said Bart.
"Hey, bud." said Vincent leaning over toward Jerry. "Maybe I can help you solve
that nasty money problem of yours."
"I don't think so." replied Jerry with a frown. He reached down, picked up his
drink, and downed it in one gulp. "I'm not into men. And I can't see being
interested in anything you have to tell me. Why don't you go peddle your shit
elsewhere."
"Hey, bud. I'm not that way at all." said Vinnie. "And you really got me all
wrong here. My name's Vincent Martensen, but all my friends call me Vinnie." He
extended his hand toward Jerry. "The company I work for is always on the look
out for new employees, both with and without any kind of prior experience in our
field. I kind of thought, given the problems I overheard you were having, you
might be interested in a _job_. But if you're not..." Vincent pushed back his
stool and started to stand.
"Wait a minute. I'm really sorry, Mr. Martensen. I've just had an awfully bad
day. In fact, I've been having bad days everyday since I was laid off three
months ago." Jerry extended his hand. "My name's Jerry Phelder. You can call me
Jerry. I do have a job interview tomorrow morning, but it probably wouldn't be a
bad idea to have a fallback interview. If you really can get me in to talk with
your people, I'd really appreciate it, Mr. Martensen."
"Getting you in should be no problem, Jerry. And you sure don't have to explain
to me about having a bad day. I've had more than my fair share of bad days in my
life." The two men shook hands. "And please call me Vinnie, Jerry." Vinnie then
turned to the bartender. "Say Bart, give my buddy Jerry here another of whatever
it was he was drinking. Put it on my tab." He turned back to Jerry. "Why don't
we go sit at one of those tables in the back so I can tell you a little
something about the company I work for."
"Okay, Vinnie." said Jerry getting up again. "Bart, can you have our drinks
brought over to the table."
"Sure thing, Jerry. No problem." replied the bartender.
Jerry and Vincent found an empty table in the back and sat down. Bart brought
their drinks over and sat them down in front of them, then returned to the
unattended bar.
"So," started Jerry as he sat down and took a swallow, "Just what does your
company do, Vinnie?"
"Direct and to the point. I like that Jerry." replied Vinnie. "I'll be just as
straight with you. The company I work for is called ReGenesis, Inc. They're
bringing back extinct species and creating species from various mythologies and
legends."
"Oh, come on. That's totally impossible." Jerry started to stand.
"Hear me out. I know how strange it sounds, Jerry. Believe me, I thought it was
just so much warmed over crap myself, when they first told me what they did. But
I've seen them, Jerry."
"Seen what?" asked Jerry as he sat down again.
"Wooly mammoths. Dinosaurs. Real big ones too with names I either don't know or
can't pronounce. And a whole shitload full of other animals I have no idea what
they are. But I do know, they're real. The company has actually brought several
animals back from total extinction." replied Vinnie. "And in the other big
project, I've seen wood nymphs and mermaids. I've even talked to them, Jerry.
And, believe it or not, they're as real as you or me. I've even got pictures."
Jerry chugged the rest of his drink. "I'll be right back, Vinnie. Nature calls."
As he stood, he turned back to Vincent. "Would you mind ordering us another
round, Vinnie? I've just gotta see those pictures when I get back."
Vinnie ordered another round. Before Jerry returned, the waitress had brought
their drinks and set them on the table. As she left, she didn't notice Vinnie
emptying a small packet into Jerry's drink.
When he returned, Jerry picked up the glass and took a small sip. For a couple
of seconds, he stared at the glass as if there might be something wrong with it.
But quickly deciding there was nothing wrong, Jerry took a larger gulp. "Damn,
that's smooth." said Jerry. "Thanks for the drinks Vinnie. I'd forgotten how a
drink or two made my problems seem much less important."
"We all have problems, Jerry." replied Vincent. "Some people just seem to get
more of them all at once."
"Tell me about it." said Jerry, as he took another sip of his drink. "I've been
out of work the past three months, won't be able to make my child support
payment for the first time in seven years, and Phyllis - that's my ex - for some
reason, thinks I'm holding out on her. She's threatened to have my 'lazy ass'
thrown in jail." Jerry took another sip of his drink.
Vincent took a paper out of his pocket. It appeared to be a flyer of some kind,
since Jerry could see something written on it. "You said earlier, you have an
interview in the morning, Jerry, but let me give you some instructions on how to
get to where I work, just in case." Jerry watched as Vincent wrote something on
the other side of the flyer. "We're located on Griffen's Egg Road. You shouldn't
have any problem finding us." said Vincent. "I wrote an appointment time on it
for your convenience at 10:45am. If you don't make it, they'll just assume you
got the other job and won't be coming in."
"Thanks, Vinnie." replied Jerry. "Maybe things are starting to look up for me,
but I hope I won't need it."
"It's better to be prepared." Vincent handed the flyer to Jerry. "Just in case.
You'd better put this in your pocket so you won't forget it lately."
"Sounds like a good idea." agreed Jerry, as he took the paper, folded it, and
put it in his shirt pocket.
Vinnie smiled. Now all he had too do was make certain Jerry missed his morning
interview. That should be almost as easy as a task for him, as the others had
had convincing his wife Phyllis that Jerry actually _had_ the money for his
child support payment.
Jerry finished his drink.
"How about another drink?" suggested Vinnie.
"I don't think so, Vinnie." replied Jerry. "I've already had more than I should.
It's getting late. And I do have that interview in the morning."
"I can certainly understand how you feel, given your current circumstances, but
it is _early_ yet. Another drink won't hurt you, Jerry." Vincent told him
firmly. "Besides you haven't seen those pictures I told you about earlier. I'm
sure you'll be _very_ interested in seeing them."
"I suppose you're right, Vinnie." replied Jerry. "It's not that late. And one
more drink isn't going to hurt me." But Jerry wondered why he'd agreed with
Vincent, when he knew he should have passed and gone home.
"Bart." hollered Vinnie towards the bar. "Another round, if you please."
In little time at all, a waitress brought their new round of drinks to their
table, setting them down in front of them. As she left, Vincent pulled out
several photographs from his coat pocket.
"You know, Jerry, I have absolutely no idea how they actually do the things they
do, but as I told you earlier they recreate extinct species." He slid a pair of
pictures toward Jerry. "Like this mastodon and the giant sloth. They also
create, completely from scratch, creatures originating in many different
mythologies." He showed Jerry pictures of a Satyr and a Minotaur.
"Wow." exclaimed Jerry. "These are really remarkable pictures. But I'm not sure
if I understand difference between extinct and mythological."
"The basic difference between them is pretty simple, Jerry." replied Vinnie. "At
some time in the past, extinct species used to actually exist in the world, but
mythological species have never existed outside our minds and imaginations."
Jerry took another sip of his drink.
"Let me show you something I _know_ you'll really like, Jerry." Vinnie handed
him a picture. "Do you recognize what's in this photo?"
Jerry took another sip from his drink, and then looked closely at the picture.
His eyes widened with surprise. "No, I don't. What are these?" he asked.
"These are _Centaurs_." replied Vinnie.
Jerry stared, as if entranced, at the photograph. For some unknown reason, he
suddenly felt something oddly compelling about them. "They appear to be part man
and part horse."
"Exactly right, Jerry." replied Vinnie with a big grin. "They have the torso,
arms, and head of a man all situated on the body of a horse. They occur in
several mythologies around the world and are extremely common in Greek and
Teutonic myths and legends."
"They look so real." said Jerry as he took another sip of his drink.
"That's because they are as real as both you and me." replied Vinnie. "You know,
Jerry, you seem to be _very_ interested in _Centaurs_."
Jerry nodded his head. "I can't explain it, Vinnie." he replied. "I just find
them totally fascinating all of a sudden. And I can't seem to take my eyes off
this picture."
Vincent smiled at Jerry's revelation of interest, not that he was at all
surprised by it. The packet of powder he'd slipped into Jerry's drink earlier
was making him more and more mentally pliable to his suggestions. Soon, if not
already, he would be able to give Jerry a direct command and he would carry it
out unquestioningly. But a simple test was now necessary.
"Take another sip of your drink, Jerry." commanded Vincent.
And without hesitation or complaint Jerry quickly complied.
Vincent knew he had him now. "Look at the Centaur picture." he told Jerry. "You
are utterly and completely fascinated by them." Jerry picked up the picture
again and stared at it unflinchingly. "At your company interview, you will be
given your choice of programs to enter, either extinct or mythological species.
You will not remember why, but you will want to select from among the
mythological species. In addition, at the first mention of Centaurs, you will,
as you do right now, find them more and more irresistible and fascinating with
each passing minute. When you are later taken to the Centaur holding area, you
will be asked if you'd like to join the herd _as one of them_ yourself. You will
have some doubts and many questions, but eventually you will decide to become
one of them. Do you understand, Jerry?"
Jerry's eyes blinked woodenly. "Yes, Vinnie." he replied. "I understand
completely."
"Very good, Jerry. Now take another and, this time, a little bigger sip of your
drink."
Jerry obediently took the suggested larger sip.
"You will not remember any of what I've told you when you wake in the morning."
commanded Vincent. "You will remember coming into the bar, but whatever has
happened since you walked through the door will be a total blank. You will sleep
through your alarm and consequently miss your morning appointment. You will
suffer a tremendous headache you believe to be caused by the alcohol you must
have consumed. It will continue until you decide to keep your appointment with
us. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Vinnie."
"Now finish the rest of your drink."
And Jerry immediately chugged the remainder of his drink.
"Now, Jerry, stand up. It is time for you to go home."
Jerry obediently stood up. "Yes." he replied unemotionally. "It is now time ...
for me... to go... home."
"You _appear_ to have had _too_ much to drink, Jerry."
Instantly Jerry began to stagger in the direction of the door. He suddenly felt
a need to lean against his friend Vinnie for support.
"It looks like I need to take my buddy home, Bart." said Vincent to the
bartender. "It seems he's had a little too much to drink."
Bart shook his head. "No problem, Vinnie. I'm just glad you were here to take
him home tonight. You probably know that Jerry's had some past problems with
alcohol. That was one of the things that helped break up his marriage, you know.
I know I really shouldn't serve him more than a couple of drinks tops, but he
looked like he was really hurting tonight."
"That's okay. I'll make sure he gets home, Bart." replied Vinnie. "I'm sure the
last thing on Jerry's mind would be getting you into any trouble."
"Thanks Vinnie. I appreciate it." answered the bartender. "And I'm just as sure
Jerry will too in the morning."
"No doubt about that, Bart." agreed Vinnie, as he led the stumbling Jerry out of
the bar.
But once they were outside, Vincent turned to Jerry. "You can act and walk
normally now, Jerry. You've no longer had too much to drink."
Jerry immediately straightened up, no longer exhibiting any signs of being drunk
or, for that matter, of even having had a drink tonight.
"You will now go directly home, Jerry." commanded Vinnie. "Once there, you will
go immediately to bed."
"Yes, Vinnie." replied Jerry. Without hesitation, he turned and headed for home.
*****
Vincent stood in the room on the ground floor of the ReGenesis, Inc. building.
He didn't particularly care very much for this room, but he and those who paid
him for these services rendered past his normal compensation had few accessible
places in common.
They often met here, but that didn't mean he had to like this place. Maybe it
was the overpowering stench of ancient magic that bothered him. Maybe it was
that odd sense of evil he felt every time he was here. Or maybe, probably the
most likely, it was only because he knew what happened to those who willingly
entered this place.
He looked up at his reflection in the mirror that covered the entire wall facing
the door. He was sweating profusely; just he always did when inside this room.
But then, maybe what really bothered him was merely the idea of meeting with
_him_ again.
"Greetings, Vincent." came a gruff voice from amidst the shadows on the far side
of the room. "Did all go well tonight?"
"Everything went pretty much as you expected it would." replied Vinnie. "For a
couple of minutes, I thought your new recruit wasn't going to show. But he
finally arrived. Someday you'll have to let me in on your little secret of how
you know someone's going to be someplace at a given time."
"We have our ways." said the gruff voice. "That is all _you_ need to know,
Vincent."
"Whatever you say." answered Vincent hurriedly, not wanting to sound offensive.
"Your new subject should arrive here tomorrow sometime around 10:45am, give or
take. And, as _you_ wanted, he should decide to be transformed into Centaur. If
all goes well that should probably occur before noon."
"Very good, Vincent."
"But can you tell me why you wanted that one in particular?" asked Vincent. "He
appears to have a major drinking problem. In my book that makes me think he'd be
flawed and unacceptable."
"Why _I_ wanted Jerry Phelder is none of your concern, Vincent." replied the
gruff voice. "He shall have a vast potential once transformed by the humans. And
_his_ problems with drink are nothing unusual or extraordinary to those of my
kind. And in any event, _his_ problems shall soon no longer be of any matter."
said the Centaur stallion as he stepped forth from the shadows.
"Whatever you say goes, Tark." agreed Vincent. "After all, you're the boss
around here."
"Yes, I am, Vincent. And you do well to remember that." Tark held out a small
bag towards Vinnie. "Your payment, Vincent. Just as we agreed on."
Taking the proffered bag, Vinnie quickly shoved it into his coat pocket.
"Are you not going to count it?" asked Tark.
"Of course not, Tark." replied Vinnie. At least not here for you to see, he
added mentally. "I trust you completely."
"That is most wise of you, Vincent."
Tark returned to the shadows and soon disappeared once more in the same
mysterious way he always appeared to arrive, leaving Vinnie all alone in the
room once again.
"I wonder if Jerry will enjoy his new life as a Centaur filly?" mused Vincent
aloud. "But then, knowing Tark, _she_ probably will." Vincent frowned. "However,
there must be something about him, or more likely her, Tark knows that I do not.
And whatever it is that Tark knows, I must find out for my own potential gain."
THE END
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