THE RECRUIT
By; Gerald A. Polley
Chapter 7
The day finally came that he was taken to the hospital and brought into
an operating room. His favorite doctor came over. "Imal!"
She began, "We're experimenting with a new kind of anesthesia, it's
electronic. It uses no chemicals. We're asking people that
are having minor surgery to let us use it to see how effective it
is. Would you mind being a guinea pig?"
Imal had complete trust in this woman. "If you think it is
effective," he answered, "I'm sure it will be. And if I'm of help to
others, it would be enjoyable. Please proceed!"
They put a strange looking belt around the upper part of his leg.
The doctor turned a knob then took a probe and began poking Imal.
Above the belt he felt every touch, below it, nothing.
"Well!" the doctor sighed, "It seems to be working! Let's see if
this setting is enough for this level of surgery."
"Is there any way I can watch?" Imal asked.
"The surgery is being videoed," the doctor remarked. "Somebody
plug in that monitor and turn it around so he can see it."
The next few minutes amazed Imal as he watched the doctor work. "Oh!"
she said, "It looks so good! This is going to be
completely..." A sudden noise stopped her. She looked
up. "Air raid!" she muttered. "All non essential personnel
go help with evacuation. You two nurses stay with me! This
area is heavily shielded. Let's continue!"
She worked quickly but surely. She was just about done when
everything rocked! There was a series of small windows along the
top of the wall. Suddenly one of them disintigrated!
Something struck one of the nurses in the head, she staggered backwards
and went down. "Help her!" the doctor snapped to the other nurse,
as she washed away debris and finished closing the incisions. The other
nurse rose.
"She's gone, doctor!" she remarked. "Whatever it was went right through her head!"
Soldiers rushed in. "Do you need any help here?" one of them
cried. "Suicide plane. It was knocked down way on the edge
of the base! But debris reached here."
"We know!" the doctor muttered. "Will you please take that young
woman's body to the morgue? I'll perform a proper examination in
a few minutes."
"Yes, ma'am!" the soldier snapped.
Carefully they picked up the body and took it out. "That must've
been one hell of an explosion," Imal remarked, "if debris got way in
here. That's over a mile away!"
The doctor
nodded. She was finally wrapping his foot. "Couple weeks on
crutches," she remarked, "and you'll be running around and doing all
that screaming and stuff that new recruits do. But try not to kick
anyone! Let's not tempt fate for a while!"
Imal smiled. He was taken to a recovery area. "I don't
believe it!" somebody remarked, "The First Speaker's coming on,
already! What the hell?"
Sure enough, the
commentator on the News Channel disappeared. The Speaker's Theme
began to play, and the face of the man who was so changing the world
appeared.
"Ladies and gentlemen of The
Republic," he began, "a very few minutes ago The Spiritist Republic Of
Arabia was attacked. Even as that attack was occurring we
received a video claiming responsibility. We'll now play that
video."
The image changed to a standing man wearing the rainments of a Catholic cardinal and holding a staff.
"This is Pope John Paul III," the man began, "leader of The True Church
Of Christendom. I am speaking to you today because the brave sons
of Christendom, our valiant crusaders, have struck a blow against those
who are deceiving the people and leading them into abomination.
It has come to our attention that The Spiritists have been kidnapping
retarded children from Russia and using them in experiments to extend
the lives of their leaders. The brave sons of Christendom have
attacked the facilities where this experimentation is taking place, and
have sorely crippled these operations. These poor young women are
being forcibly impregnated then their children are being aborted to
harvest stem cells that are used for the ungodly procedures being
performed by The Spiritists.
These attacks
were staged from the nation of Iran. But the people of Iran and
its government took no part in them. They did not know we were
operating in their territory. Praise God, praise our
heroes! The first blows against the demons have been
struck. I warn all associated with them, they will be struck
again! The Left Hand Of God is still vital. It is not a
part of The Church that has surrendered, of the falsity that is now
called The Church Of Rome. I am the true leader of God's people,
not the abomination in Rome! I ask all those that are truly of
God to rally to me and help me destroy the abomination that is taking
over the world. My prayers are with you, always!"
The image faded, and The First Speaker reappeared. "Our beloved
Pope Constantine wishes to address the world. Our Dear Lady."
An elderly woman, still quite attractive, in the garb of The Pope
appeared on the screen. "I am speaking," she began, "on behalf of
all The Catholic Church. Former Cardinal Witherspoon has nothing
to do with The Church Of Rome any longer. He has been
excommunicated, and is a hunted man. The Church itself, has
donated to the twenty six million dollar reward for his capture or his
death. These attacks of terrorism against The Children Of The
Lords are totally uncalled for! Representatives of The Church
have visited every young woman that was adopted from Russia, and, every
young man for that matter. We have found them joyously happy in
their new lives.
Some of these young women
are very proud of their babies. Though some need a little help
caring for them they are their joys. They have fulfilled their
purpose as women and have produced healthy sons and daughters who will
take their genetic inheritance to the stars. The charges made by
Witherspoon are totally without merit! But The Republic, in their
desire to show all people that they speak the truth, invites
representatives of The Red Cross to also visit these women and to see
if they are in any way, abused. The Children have
absolutely nothing to hide! They are completely open in
everything they do. Some people say that these young women do not
have the mental capability to choose rather or not they have
children. I think the joy they express with their children says
otherwise.
Again, I state that the former
Cardinal Witherspoon has no authority in The Church. The Church
he says he belongs to does not exist. What he heads is a
terrorist group that cannot accept the righteous changes that God has
required in the church. We hope that somehow, some way, God will
remove this insanity from the world. Let us pray it be so!"
The Pope faded away, and The First Speaker reappeared. "Satellite
imaging has informed us that the suicide craft that attacked us did not
take off from any airports, but from roadways near our borders.
If they had taken off from airports we would question Witherspoon's
comments that the country from which he attacked were unaware of
it. But as they did not, we must give them the benefit of the
doubt."
A young woman came into view. The
First Speaker looked at her and took the clipboard she was holding
out. He quickly glanced at it, handed it back to the young woman,
and she retreated.
"Wow!" one of the nurses remarked, "The goddesses are some of the most beautiful young women in the world!"
"Yeah!" a man next to her agreed.
"I've just been informed," The First Speaker continued, "that the air
attacks were not the only efforts against us. There were attempts
to bring truck bombs through four of our border crossings! I'm
afraid there has been some loss of life. I do not have to tell you
these deaths will be avenged. We will find the people responsible
and we will send them to eternal death! That is our greatest
comfort. We cannot always protect our children but we will always
avenge them. I thank you for your time to let you know what is
happening. If any citizen has any information that they think may
be of use to us, do not hesitate to bring it forward. The Lords
be with you all!"
"Woo!" one of the men by Imal
moaned, "This is gonna get nasty! This is gonna get real
nasty! If they were after this guy before, with the petty little
things he's been doing, they're gonna be after him ten times more
now! I'd like to go on that squad if it's only twelve or so men
they'll be millionaires when they get home!"
"Can never get used to that!" another man put in, "That you people let soldiers collect rewards!"
"They also get a share of any booty that's returned with them," Imal
put in. "When you ask men to risk their lives to perform a
dangerous mission, and there is a reward available, they have a right
to a share!"
"No offense," the man who had spoken snapped, "no offense!"
Imal smiled. "None taken!" he answered.
"Let's get you home!" the doctor snapped. "Remember, slow and
easy! Let the therapist loosen it up. We'll tell you when
you're ready to start jumping around. Don't you mess up our work!"
"Yes ma'am!" Imal snapped.