Tucker Archer

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Chapter 141: Eyes That Won’t Close

In Uncategorized on May 21, 2011 at 3:41 am

I got used to staring at a ceiling of stars. The accommodations here are strangely 4-star, and yet the artistic merit of the ceilings leaves something to be desired.

I don’t sleep well anymore. Two, maybe three hours a night. Some days I don’t sleep at all. It’s not for lack of trying. My brain just refuses to obey. I know I’m tired, in the same way I know my nails are growing. It’s a constant thing, but not something that ever takes up much of my thoughts.

I wonder how many other Margeries like awake in bed at night.


Chapter 140: Flights of Fancy

In Uncategorized on May 20, 2011 at 2:20 am

It’s late. For a building that houses so many people, so many patients, its perfectly still and silent here.

We talked for hours. I don’t know how much we accomplished, but we certainly shared a lot of ideas.

But I’m better on my own. I know this. I don’t do well in groups of people, even if all those people are just other Me’s.

My promises ring empty in my head, rattling around like the echoes from a bad stage performance. I said all the right things, the noble things.

I believe it. I’m just petrified of failing us all.

Chapter 139: Busy Girl

In Uncategorized on May 19, 2011 at 6:06 am

I’m gobsmacked.

“It took us a year of fine-tuning to get it to work, but with enough emitters, we can move any building with the same ease we move a single person,” explains M2.

“Em, we have a mobile fortress. This can be our base of operations,” I say, adding quickly, “With your permission, Doctor?”

“It’s not that simple. We aren’t equipped to be anything more than a hospital. An extremely well-equipped hospital, but that’s all.”

“But if we built some additions? Then we’d have the room we need. As long as we can get enough emitters, it should work.”

Chapter 138: The Blink

In Uncategorized on May 18, 2011 at 6:43 am

“I’m ready. Let’s get out of here.”

The just keep smiling at me.

“What? What the hell is going on?”

M2 turns to Doc and says, “She’s gonna love this part.”

The room fills with a blue-white light, and there’s a sound, almost like popcorn popping underwater.

The light fades, and the tension bleeds out of the air.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell kind of weapon was that? Was it the boys in black?”

M2 smiles. “So, you know how I made jewelry to make the jumps easier and more safe? We worked out a way to move whole buildings.”

Chapter 137: Perimeter Breach

In Uncategorized on May 17, 2011 at 6:25 am

A blonde nurse in pink scrubs bursts through the door to my room, an assault rifle slung over one shoulder.

“Dr. Jones, we have a perimeter breach. We need to evac. They’re about 15 minutes out.”

“Thank you, Nancy. We’ll be ready to go in 90 seconds. Make sure all the patients are back in their rooms and out of the quad.”

Nancy nods, and sprints off down the hallway.

I try to get up from my bed, but my limbs betray me.

“Take it easy. It’ll all be over soon,” M2 says.

I don’t understand why both of them are smiling.

Chapter 136: Mechanics of Campaigning

In Uncategorized on May 16, 2011 at 8:23 am

“You’re serious. You’re talking about a war, an all-out war?” Doc gapes at me.

“I told you she’d be angry when she got out.”

“How do we do this? I mean, how do we coordinate our efforts?” I ask them.

“We don’t really have any sort of organized system. It’s just loose friendships, common character traits. Lone missives sent across gaps between the worlds. It’s not like we have a council of war,” the Doctor argues.

“Then we should form one.”

“How the one Earth do you propose we create a governing body that spans an infinite number of universes?”

Chapter 135: Declaration of Civil War

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2011 at 1:04 am

Doc and M2 have been staring at me for the last 10 minutes. And for good reason. I haven’t said a word, just stared at the wall and sat thinking.

I open my mouth to speak, and I hear them breathe in for the first time in minutes.

“In order for us to be able to travel safely, in order to feel safe enough in our own beds, this has to come to an end. It’s time to go to war.”

“Are you sure?” M2 responds. “The last time you and I got outfitted for battle, things didn’t go as planned.”

Chapter 134: Up It Comes

In Uncategorized on May 14, 2011 at 2:59 am

I kind of hoped that we’d all be on the same side. It’s not like I haven’t had my altercations with other Margeries during my traveling years, but something this systematic, this calculated, this evil…it doesn’t seem possible that someone who shares my DNA could be so different from me.

I lean over the side of the bed and vomit up my entire meal.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I did when I heard,” says M2.

The Doc passes me a cup of water.

“Jesus. Em, I thought…I don’t know what I thought. But it wasn’t this. This is unforgivable.”

Chapter 133: Tucking In

In Uncategorized on May 13, 2011 at 3:37 am

“Sometime I think you get yourself into trouble just so you can come to one of our hospitals and eat Doc’s food,” M2 chuckles as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Rew ‘roo,” I mutter at her, chewing my last massive bite of food.

“Right, well, now that you’ve eaten, let’s get down to brass tacks,” says the Doc.

Margery clears her throat twice and begins.

“The old boys in black didn’t get wind of us because of The Windwalker. They used the writer Margeries as bait. They wrote those books to ensnare the real travelers.”

Chapter 132: Repast Before

In Uncategorized on May 12, 2011 at 10:15 pm

M2 pops out of the room for a few minutes, and I sit up a bit and look at the room. Nothing remarkable, typical Margery-style hospital, really. So, you know…pretty much the like Four Seasons.

A Doctor (not mine, but one of the same lineage) enters the room, M2 following close behind her with a tray of papas fritas, spring rolls, torched live scallop maki rolls, and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc with three glasses.

“We haven’t met, but I’ve heard all about you from my colleague, and from this one, of course,” she says, jerking a thumb at M2.