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Saturday, November 12, 2022

Terror Dome: A Short Story (Part 6)

    Jake’s deposition with his client went well, and it lasted a little over three hours before he and his team wrapped things up. He swung by Courtney Bradley’s office to see if she had lunch yet, but she appeared to have stepped out. He looked at his watch that read five minutes to one, and then he went to his office to grab his now fully charged phone and left out for lunch alone.

    There was a Potbelly’s a block or so down near Adams Street on Wacker Drive, so he decided to go there for the chicken salad sandwich that he liked to order. He saw Courtney eating alone and waved at her before he got in line to order his food. She was still eating when he joined her for lunch in the booth that she was sitting in.

    “How did your deposition go?” she asked.

    “Well, I think,” he answered. “I believe that this case probably won’t go to trial because the plaintiff is leaning toward taking our client’s first offer and settling early.”

    “That’s great for the firm, I suppose.”

    “Yeah, I agree.”

    Jake paused briefly and asked, “So, how do you feel about the direction that the firm is going in, Courtney?”

    “I can’t do it, Jake…it’s as plain as day what’s going on here.”

    “I can’t do it, either. What are you going to tell them?”

    “I’m going to put in my resignation at the end of the week.”

    “Damn, I hate the fact that I have to leave the firm with all this debt.”

    “I don’t want to leave, either, but what choice do I have?”

    “We have no choice. I think I’m going to give George my resignation at the end of the week as well.”

    “Merging man with machine…that shit sounds so crazy to me.”

    “Yes, Revelation 13:16.”

    “I know, but I never thought we’d see this in our lifetime though.”

    “Me neither, but here it is right at the front door. World War III is in full bloom, and now this. Our faith is about to be tested on another level.”

    “No doubt that it is.”

    Courtney sighed and said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do because I have no savings and a mountain of student loan debt.”

    “I’m in the exact same boat that you’re in, but student loan debt is the least of our worries.”

    “How do you figure that, Jake?”

    “The powers that be are about to reset the economy on a mass scale, and all hell is about to break loose. I’ve thought this shit through, Courtney, and our only option is to get the hell out of America somehow.”

    “And go where exactly?”

    “I don’t know, but do you honestly want to be here when the power grid fails completely with no food or water? I was just in Jewel yesterday, and they literally have no food on the shelves right now.”

    “I hear you, and to answer your question, no, it won’t be safe anywhere in Chicago once the shit hits the fan.”

    “Do you have your passport ready?” Jake finally took a bite of his chicken salad sandwich and took a sip of Arizona tea.

    “Yes, I do, but that’s not my issue. I only have about ten grand in the bank right now as of today.”

    “I don’t have too much more than that, but what I’m trying to say is all we need is a one-way ticket out of here. We can figure out the rest when we land somewhere.”

    “But what about my family?”

Courtney Bradley

    “Make them understand what’s at stake here and convince them to leave with you. Otherwise, shit is going to get really bad for you and them.”

    “What about your family?”

    “I don’t have anyone keeping me here anymore. Technically, I’ve been all alone ever since my mom passed away four years ago.”

    Courtney took a sip of her bottled water and asked, “If you left the country today, where would you go? I sincerely want to know because the chip will be implanted in everyone all over the world, so there’s nowhere to hide.”

    “This is true, but I believe that America is marked for destruction.”

    “I’ve heard the Profits preach that message before, but why do you personally believe America will be destroyed?”

    Jake sighed and answered, “I had this crazy ass dream the other day, and it was very graphic. I was walking aimlessly for miles on end in total desolation…nothing but ruins as far as the eyes could see. Everyone and everything were gone, and I was the only living thing still standing. I believe that what I had witnessed was the annihilation of the U.S. after a nuclear bomb explosion.”

    “You’re right, your dream sounds absolutely crazy.”

    “So, is it safe to say that you believe the world as we know it is about to end?”

    “Yes, we’re definitely on the same page. However, I didn’t want to believe it before now. I would dismiss everything my brother would try to tell me―that the elites want to enslave most of the people on the entire planet, but I would never listen to what he was saying.”

    “Is he one of the Profits?”

    “Yes, he’s been in the truth since 2009.”

    “Well, it’s not too late to repent, Courtney. Hopefully, we’re of that great multitude who will be saved from destruction by the Lord.”

    “I know, and I have, Jake.”

    They finished eating and left Potbelly’s a few minutes later. Neither one of them was in a hurry to get back to the firm as they still had fifteen minutes left before having to get back to work. There was a slight breeze, and the temperature was a comfortable seventy-one degrees. The building was a block away from the restaurant, and they strolled back to kill time.

    “Do you have a lot of work to do today?” she asked.

    “No, my slate is almost clean as of this afternoon. I’m thinking about taking off a little early today…maybe around three.”

    “Do you want to continue our conversation over a few drinks at the bar down the street?”

    “Sure, that sounds good.”

    “I should be done by three as well, so I’ll swing by your office afterward.”

    “Okay.”

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