Shift – Who’s Who

Continued from scene thirty-six



“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To a safe room. Robert feels it’s too risky for us to be out in the open.”

“You’re not going to address the tribe in person?”

“Linda has agreed to stand in as me, and Donnie will shift into your body. We will be able to view it all, and they will be wearing earpieces should we need to talk to them.

“I’m starting to feel like a VIP.”

“You are,” she replied with a soft rub to her belly.

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Shift – The Box

Continued from scene thirty-four


Chapter Seven

“What time is it, Donnie?”

“Ten-o’clock.”

“Mick, you heard from Peter?”

“Yes, sir. Borya is in the barn.”

“Christian, any last-minute memories pop into your head we need to know about?”

“Remember the girl from Borya’s hometown? I think she’s here with him. Her name is Echo.”

“Donnie, did anyone come in or out of Cathy’s house last night.”

“No, sir.”

“Then we’ll have to assume she’s embedded herself at another location. Let’s move.”

I went through the window first and opened the back door. Once inside, we moved on to the basement while Donnie stood guard outside. Robert picked the lock, and we were in without a hitch. The relief on Cathy’s face when we opened the soundproof box was overwhelming. She had been in there for over a week. Only receiving food and water once a day, along with a diaper; the old ones thrown out in the exchange.

“Thank God you found me. Did you kill the son of a bitch?”

“No, we need time to flush out his accomplice, so let’s go. Mick is going to shift and take your place, so he doesn’t get suspicious.”

“You can’t do that to Mick. I’ll stay; just make sure you get him.”

“I can’t leave you here. You’re too weak, and Doc’s waiting on you. So go behind the curtain, and throw out your clothes.”

After a few minutes, Mick was dressed as Cathy. “What do you think, Robert.”

“You don’t match. Cathy has lost weight. Make contact with her and update.”

“Stick your hand through the curtain Cathy.”

A shifter’s database of bodies remained the same as when touched. Only growing older when the body is used. Mick had not made contact with Cathy in months.

“That’s better. Now get in; we’ll be back after the meeting.”

Cathy cried at the sight of herself being locked in the box. A frail body mirroring her own.

“Christian, send an encrypted message to Karen telling her we are on our way.”

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Shift – Horrors

Continued from scene thirty-three


Later that night Karen, slid into bed, wrapping her arm around me from behind. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“Finding the enemy within and exposing the Ghost tribe for what they are; traitors. Spying on the alliance is forbidden.”

“What happened to Cathy?”

“She’s alive, locked in her basement.”

“He’ll kill her and try to make it look like a suicide if he leaves.”

“I already have a plan in place.”

As she continued to lay out the details, my thoughts drifted toward a world reset, led by Ghost, a nightmare scenario where past horrors are repeated. Without power, most of the world’s population will be helpless and run into the hands that feed. A trap from which they’ll be enslaved.

Continue to scene thirty-five


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Shift – Snap

Continued from scene thirty-two


Doc’s methods were similar to the ones used on Kate, so I knew what to expect. And hearing him say when I snap my fingers almost made me laugh as it was so cliche.

“Doc, I know you mean well, but my mind will not go under so easy.”

Laughter filled the room as I opened my eyes to see Karen standing in front of me with the same grin she had in Georgio’s Pizza.

“What?” I asked.

She ignored me and walked into the other room with Doc.

“Robert, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Nope.”

“Donnie?”

“You’ve been under for over an hour, mister Lore.”

Robert chuckled again as he left the room to join Karen and Doc.

“Let me help you up, mister Lore. You might feel a little dizzy after being under for so long.”

“Seriously, an hour?”

“Yes, sir. Would you like to see the recording?”

Taking his phone, I watched as one memory after another spilled out for all to hear. Borya was twenty-nine, single, from Russia, and a member of призрак, meaning ghost. An outlier tribe determined to bring down the technocracy. After which they, themselves, will rule over their land using fear and deception.

He was here to spy on Elysian and other American tribes to see how responsive we may be to a total world takeover. One in which shifters governed at the expense of all others who would be relegated to peasant status, serving tribes under a feudalistic system.

There was more, but it was all I could take for the moment. “I need to go lie down. Tell the others, will you.”

“Sure thing, mister Lore.”

Continue to scene thirty-four


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Shift – Extraction

Continued from scene thirty-one


“Thanks for getting here so quickly, Robert. Doc is on his way. Christan is in the kitchen.”

“What happened, Karen?”

“Christian walked up behind Cathy McCall and tapped her on the shoulder, seeing a man named Borya Volkov. He told her he could not see due to his concussion and asked for her name. They talked, then she went back to work, and Christian feels like she bought the whole story.”

“He could have scanned Christians memories and saw that was a lie.”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll go arrest the damn spy as soon as Donnie gets here.”

“Not yet. There could be others, so we’ll need to come up with a plan.”

Another knock at the door completed the group of four standing around me. And though my eyes were closed, I felt their presence, knowing where each of them stood.

“Christian, this is Doc. Karen has placed you in a semi-hypnotic state from which I am going to take you deeper. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Her quick thinking may have prevented Borya’s memories from being lost. It’s difficult to recover memories from an out-of-body shifter, but it can be done. So I’ll need to guide you through a series of meditative steps to see if we can extract them. You will be able to do this yourself one day. But, for now, you need me. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get started.”

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Shift – Code Red

Continued from scene thirty


It was becoming clear to me that every member of Elysian worked for or owned a member business. A secret society filled with workers of various skillsets. Doctors, electricians, plumbers, mechanics, police officers, firefighters, carpenters, and farmers, of which one, just pulled up on his tractor. Jumping onboard to claim my fender seat, I asked, “Everything good at home?”

“It is, and Olivia wants you to tell Karen the catering issue is resolved.”

“I didn’t even know there was a catering issue.”

“That makes two of us.”

Karen met me at the door with some cookies upon my return. Not her strong suit, but I ate a handful to be polite.

“How many Elysians have verifiables?” I asked while pouring a glass of milk.

“Two, Nicky and I.”

“Then we might have a problem.”

“How so?”

“I surprised Cathy McCall today by tapping her on the shoulder. She turned quickly and looked at me as if I was about to attack.”

“And.”

“It wasn’t Cathy.”

“Christian, what are you trying to say?”

“I saw a man named Borya Volkov. I played it off and asked her name. She wanted to know why I didn’t already know it, so I told her I was having problems due to my concussion. She studied me for a moment but appeared to be satisfied with my answer.”

“Hold that thought,” Karen said as she picked up the phone. “Robert, code red, meet me here ASAP.”

Hanging up, she turned her attention back to me. “Christian, sit down. You haven’t been trained to do this, so follow my guidance.”

“To do wh—?’

Placing her index finger over my lips, she said, “Close your eyes.”

A strange feeling came over me after I heard those words. It was like I had been preprogrammed to respond. I sat there for some time until I heard a knock at the door.

Continue to scene thirty-two


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Shift – Startled

Continued from scene twenty-nine


Not far from the breaker box was a golf cart charged and ready to go. As we traveled, Jeff schooled me on the various outside corridors running off the main tunnel, each leading to an entrance underneath a member’s home. Inside corridors led to storage, meeting, and living accommodations.

The entire complex was self-sufficient. And could be transformed into a deadly maze if breached by using movable walls to guide intruders to what Jeff nonchalantly called the killing room.

The underground portion of the tour finally ended when we rode up a service elevator leaving us in a building owned by Darrel Lackey, who was busy milking cows. From there, we transferred to Lackey’s truck to retrieve the tractor still sitting in front of the abandoned farmhouse.

“I’ll meet you back at Darrel’s, but I’m going to stop by the house for a minute to check in on Olivia.”

“That’ll be fine, see you in a little while.”

Darrel was nowhere to be found when I returned, so I wandered alone. The place was impressive with all its milking equipment in action. Wanting to learn more about the operation, I tapped an employee on the shoulder while she worked, startling her in the process.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I haven’t been thinking clearly. The concussion I received during our last meeting has made a fool me to tell you the truth. Can’t see a thing clearly these days. What’s your name again?”

“Cathy—I saw you when we touched. Why didn’t you see me?”

“Like I said, I can’t see a thing. Doc says it will go away, But I’m beginning to wonder.”

“Well, I hope you get better,” she replied, returning to her work without another word.

Continue to scene thirty-one


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Shift – Blanket

Continued from Scene twenty-seven


“This is not going to end like The Cast of Amontillado, is it, friend.”

“Amontilawhat?”

“Nothing,” I replied as I followed the old man down a dark shaft lit only by his headlamp.

“This is one of many escape hatches you’ll find throughout the property,” he said from below.

“Why so deep?”

“Eric Hall, the man who designed all this, needed the entire complex at a certain depth for his security blanket to work.”

“And what exactly does this blanket do?” I asked, stepping off the last rung.

“It prevents government satellites from detecting our underground compound. I think a lot of people would be surprised by the power they have over our heads.”

“How does it work?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. I’m a farmer,” he replied as he disappeared through an oval doorway.

Continue to scene twenty-nine


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Shift – Isabella

Continued from scene twenty-four


“Christian, come stand by me.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“Our baby won’t look like me.”

“Of course, it will.”

No, it won’t. I got pregnant in Isabella’s body. That’s why Keith called the other day. He told me what I already knew, but I was hoping—.”

“Hoping what?”

“That he would tell me I was wrong, that if I shifted early in the pregnancy, everything would be okay.

“I should have never gotten pregnant. I knew the risk, but wanted to be with you. So I convinced myself to use my own birth control pills in her body. A mistake I can’t take back.”

“What are you saying? Do you want an abortion?”

She looked up sharply. “Never, The baby will be of me. But the physical traits will be Isabella’s. I’ll just have to live with that.”

“I’m so used to seeing you in this body it never crossed my mind that the baby would not look like you. I’ll see you in our baby’s face regardless. Remember what you told me the first time we made love?”

She paused, then said, “I do,” in a standing embrace. “And thank you for reminding me; you could not have chosen better words. You’re going to be a great father, you know that?”

“Husband too. And we should probably move up the wedding. Don’t you think?”

“How about October 31st? I can’t wait any longer.”

“My favorite month and a halloween wedding. I’m in.”

“I need to call Linda. We have a wedding to plan,” she said excitedly.

“I imagine shifters have sex all the time in different bodies. What happens if they get pregnant and shift?”

“The baby ceases to exist. And to answer your actual question. You would have never known, but I could not bear the thought of losing our little girl.”

“It’s a girl?”

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “Yes, It’s a girl.”

Continue to scene twenty-six

Shift – The Harvest

Continued from scene twenty-three


Cremation was the only choice for Kate as no trace of Carol’s doppelganger could be left behind. George Bradshaw, the local crematorium owner, made sure it was done discreetly.

Karen remained somber on the way home. Inside she sat beside the window, looking out across the fields. The final harvest would be in soon, adding to our stores, which will last for several years, according to Mr. Wilcox.

The whole farm was in a state of preparation. Last week, the Elysian Woman’s Club completed the baby’s room, and Karen painted, then repainted our bedroom until she finally found the right color. Her nesting urges were on full display, and for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to live in a house full of love.`

Continue to scene twenty-five


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The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.