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The Slavering, Chapter 03
Tesla texted, *John Father is here.*
Cheri brightened when she read that. Then Cheri's secretary notified
Cheri of an incoming call.
*Call from John Smith*
Cheri braced herself. Probably another cancelation.
"Hi, Short Stuff." A woman's voice, machine.
Not Dad. Dad's secretary. Cheri disliked her father's secretary even
though she knew it was just a collection of code and hardware like her
own secretary.
"Calling to inform you that," the machine voice intoned.
"John Smith," Cheri heard his voice, finally.
"...has three days in town. He would like to spend a weekend visiting his
two favorite daughters."
Cheri said, "I'll cut classes."
"You will not. When are your classes, College Girl? I'll see to it that
John conforms to your schedule for once."
"Pre-Calc at nine on Saturday. Aerobics at ten-thirty. But that's not a
class, I normally just show up. Math Lab at one." Cheri was in tears. She
would miss her father's visit. Again.
Why had she loaded her weekends with remedial high-school courses?
She wiped her eyes. "Composition and Essays, six p.m. on Sunday."
"What does your Monday schedule look like?"
"Full."
"He wouldn't want you to miss class."
"I missed him the last two times he was here."
The phone clicked. "This is Stacy Caroline, John's supervisor. A personal
promise, Cheri. I won't call your father for anything short of a nuclear
war or alien invasion. There could be a fugitive running through the
aerobics class. If I call it's to tell him to keep his daughters safe."
"Okay. Thank you."
Cheri didn't believe Ms. Caroline. She'd learned not to trust promises.
********
The door buzzer rang. Cheri rolled out of bed in her Michigan State
sweatshirt. She stepped into mocs and put her specs on blindly. "Lights."
4:45 am
Cheri groused. She spoke to the speaker at the front door. "Waren, this
had better not be another unscheduled photo shoot." Then she checked the
security camera.
Her father. John pressed the speaker button. "Who's Waren?"
Cheri replied, "Landlord." Then she panicked.
"Tesla!" she yelled over the wall. "Dad's here!" Cheri grabbed panties
and a bra. Toothbrush.
Tesla yelled back over the wall. "At five a.m.?" The lights went on in
Tesla's room.
Cheri tapped her specs. "Dad. A moment. Getting dressed here."
"I heard. Buzz me in. I'll wait."
"Um, sure." Cheri activated the door unlock. She muted her specs. "Tesla!
Has Dad seen the inside of the apartment?"
"No!"
"I just let him in."
"Fuck." Tesla appeared in Cheri's doorway. She looked perfect, damn her.
Hair was perfect. Jeans and a sweater. Earrings.
Cheri was still holding her underthings and a toothbrush.
She heard Dad's voice. "I heard that. If you have boys to hide I'd like
to meet them instead."
The lights came on in the front office, a movie set that sometimes
doubled as a Reception desk.
Cheri stepped into panties. The bra could wait. Pants, pants. Where were
the pants she wore yesterday? She found a skirt. Wrapped it around. Zip.
They heard their father say, "Lights."
The set lights came on, illuminating the big bed in front.
Cheri saw a look of horror on Tesla's face.
She snickered. She yelled, "Dad, we live in a movie set."
Hairbrush. Cheri brushed. One, two, three. Good enough.
"What kind of movies do they make here?"
Tesla shut her eyes. She cringed. "He sees the mess on the bed."
"You didn't clean that?" Cheri asked.
"Is this my week?"
"Yes!" Cheri pushed past Tesla in her doorway. She shut the door behind
her.
"I'll get it later," Tesla said. "Too late to stress about it."
John Smith glanced at the sectional sofa, the huge 3DTV, and the
panopticon shower. He dropped his gym bag on the sofa. He hugged both of
his daughters.
"Any boys in that room?" He nodded towards Cheri's door.
"No boys." Cheri opened her door. "I haven't made my bed."
Her dad peered briefly into her room. "Nice. How much is the rent?"
"Rent is cheap. Some months they pay us to live here. We have to stay out
of the cameras when they shoot. And we're supposed to clean up after
every shoot." Cheri glanced at Tesla.
Tesla said, "Lingerie shoot next Tuesday. That's why...." She stopped. "I
was supposed to, um, fix that before you came here."
"Lingerie shoot?" John grinned. "I can extend my visit by one day."
Both girls panicked. They traded a look. Tesla said, "I'll ask Peltier if
we can have guests." She pronounced Peltier in the French way.
John said, "Waren Peltier?"
Tesla shook her head. "Waren Biggs. Lance Peltier. Peltier is an
assistant producer? Daily ops."
John said, "Grand tour? I'll fix breakfast. Is that a real kitchen or a
movie set?"
"Both," both girls said at the same time.
"Any boys in your room, Tesla?" He walked towards the kitchen. "Need to
know how many servings to make."
"No boys." Tesla opened her door.
Immaculate. The bed didn't look slept in. Cheri felt a stab of annoyance.
"Bed, dresser," Tesla said. "I have a walk-in closet and my own shower."
Cheri sighed. She glanced at the panopticon. Her bra and panties hung
there. And some of Hease's underwear.
Hease climbed down from the loft. He was wearing his maid's uniform, blue
satin shorts and a white polo with a Diversified Hospitality logo. "Did I
hear breakfast?"
"Hease?" John shook his hand. "You live here, too?"
"Unlike these two, I pay rent. Cheri, are you coming in today?"
"Vangon gave me the day off."
"I'll give the girls your love." Hease grabbed a toaster pop and his
jacket. He walked the distance to the front door. Lights came on around
him and darkened behind him. As he passed the panopticon, he snatched his
Boy Toy briefs from the shower and stuffed them into his jacket pocket.
Tesla said, "He's gay, Dad."
John turned to her with surprise. "Dad? I like that."
"It's time I grew up."
"Why is he dressed like that. It's cold outside." John was still wearing
his rain slicker. "It's cold in here."
Tesla said, "He's a maid in a -" She stopped when she saw the look that
Cheri gave. "He works for his uncle."
"A maid?" He turned to Cheri. "You work with him?"
Cheri nodded. She glanced at Tesla.
Tesla said, "We're low on groceries but we have pancake mix and maker
bacon. Pans are here. Griddle, refrigerator. Butter is someplace." She
pulled a box of bacon from the shelf. "Unless you want Supersonic oil."
Tesla said, "Cheri, do you want to use my shower?"
"Yes, thank you."
John pulled butter from the fridge. "You girls do whatever college
students do at five in the morning. I'll make food happen."
********
"Dad," Cheri said as she sawed through a rubbery pancake with a spoon.
"You don't have to load us up on groceries."
John peered at her from behind his specs. "Pretty sure I do. It's on the
Dad card."
********
John attended dance aerobics with Cheri and Tesla. That's what the gym
bag was for. He made a fool of himself, unfamiliar with any of the steps
or dance moves. He had fun with it, and tried, really tried to get it
right.
"We'll meet you right here when you finish Math Lab," he told Cheri.
"Call if you get out early."
********
They had an early dinner at Go Wendy Go.
During the meal, John's specs pinged. He tapped in. "Got it," he said.
"Understood." He stood, gathering bags of food. "Anyone up for a walk
around the campus?"
"What's going on, John?" Tesla asked. "Dad." She stuck her tongue at
Cheri.
"It's a nice day for a walk."
"It's four degrees and it's raining."
"After you," he said and opened the door.
They sat at a heated bus stop and ate the meal.
Cheri asked, "What happened back there?"
"Local police matter. They didn't want me spooking the target.
Apparently, I look like a Fed."
"Speaking of which," Cheri said. "You promised you would explain your job
when I grew up."
"Crime fighting and pest control. Not very glamorous."
"Pest control is a federal job?"
"Turn your specs off," John said. "Hand them to me."
He put each of their specs in his pocket.
"The rain let up. Wanna feed the ducks?"
John tossed bits of French fry into the water.
"Most of my job is boring and heartless. Immigration enforcement. One of
my colleagues deported your mom," he said to Tesla.
"It's the least-favorite part of my job. People overstay their visas
every day. Two months ago I deported a princess. Can you believe it? I
escorted her to the border. Hasta la bye-bye. We work with other
governments and monitor persons and entities of interest."
Tesla said, "Entities."
"Animated bodices. Intelligent hardware. Intelligent biology. That's the
pest-control part. Invasive species. This was in the news, so I can talk
about it. There is a lab in Connecticut making big-brained rats. What
genius thought that was a good idea? They escaped. They're spreading. All
of New Holland and most of New England has rat problems now. They'll be
here in fifty years. Sooner, if they hitchhike."
"Rats, hitchhiking." Cheri giggled.
John held up a thumb. "I'm harmless. I don't eat much." He smiled. "We're
worried they might catch a ride on cargo trains or public transport."
"How bad are they?"
"Smart. Spooky smart. They avoid cameras, traps, poison. Destroy
predators. The wolf population is crashing in the northeast. Cougars and
bears are nearly extinct. I hear they make terrible pets." John looked
around. "There are biolabs here. That's why we have an office in the
Annex. Invasive species here, too. Heard of starfish? Corpse wire?"
Tesla said, "There are signs at Wolf Run. Starfish."
John nodded. "Be careful hiking. If you see a mobile plant and you
survive the experience, call it in. But corpse wire isn't the problem it
was ten years ago. Bears have learned to dig. Alligators, too. They eat
the root ball."
Tesla said, "Pest control."
John nodded. He handed back their specs. "The only classified part of
this conversation was the fact that I do it. That the federal government
has taken it for action. Please don't abuse the trust that Captain
Caroline showed when she cleared me for this."
John's specs pinged. He tapped in. He sighed. "On it," he said. "Smith
out." He stood. "Sorry, girls. Work."
Cheri said, "Nuclear war? Alien invasion?"
John looked shocked. "Something like that."
"Oh fuck," Tesla said.
Cheri looked around. She looked up. A combat jet screamed overhead, low.
It had markings for Air National Guard.
John said, "The next sound you hear," he put his hand to his ear.
"Fireworks. Nothing we can't handle. If you hear the civil defense siren,
trouble came here. Follow instructions and remain watchful. Ignore
rumors. There are idiots spreading disinformation. If you see something,
call it in. Listen for instruction."
A black van pulled up. "Off to save the world," John said. He hugged both
girls. He stepped into the van. And was gone.
Tesla hugged Cheri in a rare display of affection. There were tears in
her eyes. "We got one good day," she said. She sniffed.
Cheri said, "You think he'll be back tomorrow?"
"Not going to stress over it." She looked up. Two more ANG jets streaked
overhead. These were also low but nearly silent. "You have any more
classes?"
"Not today."
"Let's get out of Riverside."
They caught the Student Mover to Fairview.
********
At 4:45 a.m. the next day, the door buzzer sounded again.
Cheri rolled out of bed. "Dad, no."
It wasn't her father. It was Waren, Peltier, and the whole crew. They let
themselves in. It looked like they were doing retakes. Cheri recognized
the actress and the sets.
Cheri showered at the Fit-n-Pretty. Her father picked her up for
breakfast.
"Where's Tesla?" Cheri asked.
"Working," her father said.
Cheri hadn't known that Tesla had a job.
Oh. Probably cleaning up after the shoot. Cheri checked her specs.
Sunday. Tomorrow would be Cheri's turn. "We can pick her up. It won't
take her long."
"I see Tesla more often than I see you. Today is our day."
"How did you know where I was?'
"I pay for this gym membership. It pings my card when you come here."
Cheri vowed silently to come to the gym more often. Or less often. "How
much does it cost?"
"I can afford it. Arabiki's?"
"Sure."
********
They had a nice day. He dropped her off for her class at six. "Gotta
catch a plane," he said. He hugged her. "I'll see Tesla. Then I'm out."
"Saving the world?"
"My boss has to testify in Washington. I'll be the guy holding the
clipboard and trying not to fall asleep on camera." He smiled. "Important
job skill."
"They gave you three days."
"We lost people last night."
"Who were you fighting?"
He winked. "Aliens. Some trouble with green cards."
She punched his shoulder. "I thought you meant real aliens."
He made a movie-announcer voice. "They walk among us." He made spider
motions with his hands.
"Air strikes? Serious? For immigrations?"
"That was a mobile plant. On the news this morning. Aliens came later."
Cheri looked at him speculatively.
"Coyotes," he said. "Human trafficking. We didn't expect that level of
armed response. People died."
"Your job sucks."
"My job is awesome. The pay sucks."
"Why are you paying for my college?"
"I'm not. Mutual funds, girl." He booped her on the nose. "Your mom and I
set this up when you were little. Tesla? Same-same. Okay?"
"Okay."
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