Part 313: Day 66
The area known as the Shark Tank was finding it’s morning. The water caressed the empty dock, splashing slightly with enough force to wet it. The Broadway lights were still blinking, amid the three cabins outside the main metal structure. This is where the survivors had found their new home. A few decided to stay outside but the majority went inside. Desmond and Isabella welcomed them into their home because it meant for the first time in a long time, they were not alone.
Inside one of the many room that had been converted into sleeping quarters, Eddie slowly rose awake. He scratched the morning mucus out of his eyes. The young boy then slowly stood up, and paused to scratch his left armpit. He looked over to the cot where his mother slept. Barbara was enjoying one of the first of many restful nights. Eddie pulled the covers closer to her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek; prompting a smiling moan. The kid turned to look at Jilly who had slept on the floor with him under her own sleeping bag. She too was still asleep. Eddie then walked up to the door and slowly opened it, then left his family to their morning dreams.
The young boy began his walk down the cold hallway, looking for the bathroom. Once he found it, he jumped in and quickly relieved himself. The floor in the bathroom was colder than the hallway outside. He quickly jumped back out and sat down, massaging his feet. He then pulled his socks out of his jeans and put them on to help out. Tony taught him that trick; so his socks would never get sand in them. Even though they were no longer on the beach, old habits die hard.
Eddie found himself at the end of the hallway hearing all the others snore and wheeze in various rooms they commandeered. In the main living area, Libby slept on her couch with Hal below her on the floor. Eddie smiled at the couple when they walked past them. He turned a corner and got into the kitchen, walking to the large reflective metal refrigerator. He gently opened the door and pulled out one of the many orange juice bottles. As he opened it up and took a swig, he began to hear the familiar beep of the countdown.
Eddie walked into the control room area, seeing that no one was in there. He wondered who was supposed to be on duty. He then turned around when he heard a pat of familiar small feet. Sebastian came into the room, smiling at Eddie. The little boy returned the smile of his new friend, taking a another drink of the juice. “Relax, Sebastian, “ Eddie said, grabbing the stool on wheels, “I got this covered.”
Eddie hopped on the stool and got in front of the computer console. Quickly, he began to type into the computer. “Good morning, Argos,” he said to himself, “This is Eddie.”
The monitor began to flash it’s familiar green letters.
GOOD MORNING, EDDIE.
THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN.
DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO DISPENSE THE VIALS OR RELEASE THE SPECIMENS?
Eddie typed in for him to release the vial.
PLEASE ENTER ACCESS CODE.
Eddie looked up and typed in the numbers that were taped with a piece of paper to the monitor and pressed execute.
ACCESS CODE ACCEPTED.
COMPLYING WITH COMMMAND.
STAND BY.
The numbers on the wall above clicked past their sections and landed back on 108:00. The machine toward the left began to whirl. Eddie slid off the stool and walked over to the counter. Within a few minutes, the pneumatic tube hissed it’s gust of air and a small vial slid out into the silky catcher. Eddie picked up the vial and unscrewed it; handing it to his smaller companion. Sebastian quickly drank the liquid and smiled. “Feel better?” he asked.
Sebastian shook his head in agreement.
“Easy peasy,” Eddie said, feeling like he was in control.
Then someone came running into the control room. Desmond paused for a second, then looked at his son and then looked up the clock that now read 107:23. He looked at his son, who was smiling and happy. Then the adult turned his gaze toward Eddie. “Did you type in the code, little man?” Desmond asked.
“Yes, sir.” Eddie saw proudly.
“Bless you, son,” Desmond said, picking up his son and kissing him on the cheek, “My bloody alarm clock finally died on me. But what can you expect? Damn thing was built in 1972.”
Eddie then followed Desmond and Sebastian into the Kitchen for morning breakfast. Pretty soon the rest would be waking up. The little boy couldn’t remember if it was his mother’s time for kitchen duty or not.
Jack tied on his shoes and stood up. He reached over and pulled the sleeveless flannel from the counter, sliding it over his body. As he buttoned it up, Micheal then walked past him in nothing but a towel. “Morning, man,” he replied.
“Never get used to community showers,” Jack smirked.
“Hey, Jack, you are missing the point.” The black man said, standing behind a side wall.
“What’s that?”
“WE HAVE SHOWERS.” He laughed as he turned it on.
Jack just shook his head as he exited the shower room. He walked down into the hallway and made his way toward the living area. Hal waved good morning to him as he and Libby were on the couch, sharking their breakfast. The majority of the ground were forming a buffet line in the kitchen area. Walt was feeding Vincent some of processed eggs they cooked. “These taste awful but he likes him.” The young boy said.
“That’s probably cause after living in freeze dried bags for 20 years, they closely resemble dog food now.” Jack laughed.
“The fruit is good though, Jack. You should get you some.”
“I will. Say, have you seen Locke?”
“He’s down below.” Walt pointed toward the access door to the lower observation area.
Jack was a little curious, cause Locke was down there yesterday. Did he ever come up? The doctor then made his way toward the door but Kristy stopped him before he went in. She handed him a white coffee cup with the Dharma logo on it and filled to the brim with steaming coffee. She handed him his required two creamers and six sugars. Jack smirked as she held the door for him as he descended the stairs. It almost seemed since Jenny was gone, Kristy took it upon herself to look after Jack. From someone who was his younger ex-sister-in-law’s friend, he would expect no less.
Jack descended the stairs and found Locke where he left him last night; up to his neck in ancient papers. The bald man looked up at the sound of the doctor and smiled. “Morning, Jack.” He grinned.
“Did you get any sleep?” Jack replied, sitting down on one of the few office chairs in the area.
“No. I’ve been down here all night.”
“You’re like a kid on Christmas morning.” The doctor smirked as he dumped his creamer in his coffee.
“Good metaphor,” Locke said, examining an old green folder cabinet, “ I was so excited about this place, I couldn’t sleep.”
“You know what they say about the curious cat, Locke?” Jack sipped his coffee.
“Good thing he’s got nine lives,” the bald man smiled.
Jack smirked as he sipped more into his coffee and set it aside. He picked up one of the many notebooks he found yesterday and began to breeze through it, trying to learn more about the Dharma Initiative and the Hanso Corporation. “You think this Hanso company is still active today?” Jack asked over his shoulder.
“Hard to say. And if it was,” Locke grunted, “I’d sure like to hear what they have to say about this place.”
“What are you doing?” Jack finally asked.
“This old cabinet . . .I thought it was just locked but there is a little more to it.”
Jack saw where Locke was pointing. The lock that held the area where one could put it a key, already had a key in it. “It’s broken off?” Jack asked.
“Yeah.” Locke smiled, “Now why would anybody break off a key in old filing cabinet?”
“Maybe Desmond did it.”
“I honestly doubt it.” Locke continued to work on it,” He needs everything to keep his son alive. No logical reason why he would not only lock it but break off the key.”
“Yep. You are too curious for your own good,” Jack sipped his coffee.
“And you Jack . . .are not curious enough.”
“I got all the answers I need.”
“Uh, huh. Yeah. Sure you do.” Locke laughed sarcastically.
Jack didn’t answer him. He just went back to reading the massive amounts of notebooks they found. As he read and sipped his coffee, he looked up at the blast shields to the outer ocean area. The doctor thought for a second, then reached over and flipped the switch to let the shield raise up. The metal then began to climb and Jack could see on into the ocean.
What he wasn’t expecting was one of the Sharks to already be there.
Locke turned around and looked at the massive great white. The shark slowly swam closer, twisting it’s body around so it could stare at them. It slowly raised it’s lips so it’s teeth would be visible. Then it swam away abruptly, sending the floating small debris and seaweed to bounce against the glass shield. Jack then slowly clicked the switch back and let the metal covering slide back down. “What do you think that shark meant by that?” he asked.
“It was a warning, Jack,” Locke sighed, “I am certain if that shark had the chance it would kill us.”
“We’ve done nothing to it. It was the Liberation and the Hanso Corporation.”
“I don’t think it cares, Jack.” The bald man continued to work on the filing cabinet, “All it knows is that we are the men throwing the switch to cause it pain.”
Above on the surface, the majority of the survivors were out and about; helping with laundry and other things. A group of the survivors were planting seeds, creating a garden for Isabella and Desmond in the event their food ran out. Claire and Isabella were walking together as the Spanish woman held onto little Aaron. “Oh, he’s so adorable.” She cooed toward him.
“Yeah, he’s our little mascot.” The Australian woman laughed.
“He’s a special baby, like they all are,” Isabella said, “I hope your friend who left come back in time.”
“Before that plant stuff affects Aaron?” Claire asked, “Jack told me about that.”
“You are all such good people, Claire. I would hate for you to be trapped here like me and Desmond.”
“Well, we got a year,” the small blonde said, rubbing her child’s hair, “I am sure my friends will come back before that.”
“I hope so. I love my son dearly but I would not wish his condition on anyone else’s child.”
Eddie then ran past them, followed by Walt, Vincent and Sebastian. The young three year old was keeping up with the older boys by holding onto the dog’s leash. Isabella looked in slight concern for her son’s safety, not to mention he needed his medicine every 108 minutes. Walt then threw a large gray ball, allowing Eddie to catch it. They played catch back and forth for a few seconds, as Sebastian and Vincent followed them. “I made them a ball out of duct-tape and old papers,” Micheal said with pride.
“Thank you, Micheal,” Isabella smiled, giving Aaron back to his mother, “I know Sebastian has been taken to Walt.”
“Actually, I think he is having more fun with Vincent.”
“The first dog he ever saw in real life. It’s amazing the things you take for granted.”
“Yeah, “ Micheal sighed, smiling, “It is.”
Eddie ran up the trail and threw the ball back to Walt. The black boy caught it, temporarily falling on his knees. “Eddie, go long!” he screamed.
Sebastian laughed as he and Vincent finally caught up. Eddie continued to run into the jungle. Walt got ready to throw it but stopped, looking in the distance. Vincent started barking rapidly and Sebastian looked up in the distance in fear. Eddie then started to slow down. “Guys, what’s wrong-“
Eddie grunted as he slammed into something hard, falling back onto the ground. He twisted and turned, realizing he couldn’t have hit a tree cause he was still on the trail. The young boy then gasped as he saw a familiar masked man that he didn’t think he would ever see again. “Raven.” Eddie whispered.
Raven stood there, then slowly looked down at Eddie; a small blue flash shooting from his eyes. The security system gazed down at the young boy with a sense of seriousness. Eddie then finally noticed that Raven was carrying one. A large muscular black man was on his shoulders in a fireman’s cradle. Raven looked up toward the other two young boys and then back down to Eddie.
“Where is the doctor?” he whispered.
Inside one of the many room that had been converted into sleeping quarters, Eddie slowly rose awake. He scratched the morning mucus out of his eyes. The young boy then slowly stood up, and paused to scratch his left armpit. He looked over to the cot where his mother slept. Barbara was enjoying one of the first of many restful nights. Eddie pulled the covers closer to her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek; prompting a smiling moan. The kid turned to look at Jilly who had slept on the floor with him under her own sleeping bag. She too was still asleep. Eddie then walked up to the door and slowly opened it, then left his family to their morning dreams.
The young boy began his walk down the cold hallway, looking for the bathroom. Once he found it, he jumped in and quickly relieved himself. The floor in the bathroom was colder than the hallway outside. He quickly jumped back out and sat down, massaging his feet. He then pulled his socks out of his jeans and put them on to help out. Tony taught him that trick; so his socks would never get sand in them. Even though they were no longer on the beach, old habits die hard.
Eddie found himself at the end of the hallway hearing all the others snore and wheeze in various rooms they commandeered. In the main living area, Libby slept on her couch with Hal below her on the floor. Eddie smiled at the couple when they walked past them. He turned a corner and got into the kitchen, walking to the large reflective metal refrigerator. He gently opened the door and pulled out one of the many orange juice bottles. As he opened it up and took a swig, he began to hear the familiar beep of the countdown.
Eddie walked into the control room area, seeing that no one was in there. He wondered who was supposed to be on duty. He then turned around when he heard a pat of familiar small feet. Sebastian came into the room, smiling at Eddie. The little boy returned the smile of his new friend, taking a another drink of the juice. “Relax, Sebastian, “ Eddie said, grabbing the stool on wheels, “I got this covered.”
Eddie hopped on the stool and got in front of the computer console. Quickly, he began to type into the computer. “Good morning, Argos,” he said to himself, “This is Eddie.”
The monitor began to flash it’s familiar green letters.
GOOD MORNING, EDDIE.
THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN.
DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO DISPENSE THE VIALS OR RELEASE THE SPECIMENS?
Eddie typed in for him to release the vial.
PLEASE ENTER ACCESS CODE.
Eddie looked up and typed in the numbers that were taped with a piece of paper to the monitor and pressed execute.
ACCESS CODE ACCEPTED.
COMPLYING WITH COMMMAND.
STAND BY.
The numbers on the wall above clicked past their sections and landed back on 108:00. The machine toward the left began to whirl. Eddie slid off the stool and walked over to the counter. Within a few minutes, the pneumatic tube hissed it’s gust of air and a small vial slid out into the silky catcher. Eddie picked up the vial and unscrewed it; handing it to his smaller companion. Sebastian quickly drank the liquid and smiled. “Feel better?” he asked.
Sebastian shook his head in agreement.
“Easy peasy,” Eddie said, feeling like he was in control.
Then someone came running into the control room. Desmond paused for a second, then looked at his son and then looked up the clock that now read 107:23. He looked at his son, who was smiling and happy. Then the adult turned his gaze toward Eddie. “Did you type in the code, little man?” Desmond asked.
“Yes, sir.” Eddie saw proudly.
“Bless you, son,” Desmond said, picking up his son and kissing him on the cheek, “My bloody alarm clock finally died on me. But what can you expect? Damn thing was built in 1972.”
Eddie then followed Desmond and Sebastian into the Kitchen for morning breakfast. Pretty soon the rest would be waking up. The little boy couldn’t remember if it was his mother’s time for kitchen duty or not.
Jack tied on his shoes and stood up. He reached over and pulled the sleeveless flannel from the counter, sliding it over his body. As he buttoned it up, Micheal then walked past him in nothing but a towel. “Morning, man,” he replied.
“Never get used to community showers,” Jack smirked.
“Hey, Jack, you are missing the point.” The black man said, standing behind a side wall.
“What’s that?”
“WE HAVE SHOWERS.” He laughed as he turned it on.
Jack just shook his head as he exited the shower room. He walked down into the hallway and made his way toward the living area. Hal waved good morning to him as he and Libby were on the couch, sharking their breakfast. The majority of the ground were forming a buffet line in the kitchen area. Walt was feeding Vincent some of processed eggs they cooked. “These taste awful but he likes him.” The young boy said.
“That’s probably cause after living in freeze dried bags for 20 years, they closely resemble dog food now.” Jack laughed.
“The fruit is good though, Jack. You should get you some.”
“I will. Say, have you seen Locke?”
“He’s down below.” Walt pointed toward the access door to the lower observation area.
Jack was a little curious, cause Locke was down there yesterday. Did he ever come up? The doctor then made his way toward the door but Kristy stopped him before he went in. She handed him a white coffee cup with the Dharma logo on it and filled to the brim with steaming coffee. She handed him his required two creamers and six sugars. Jack smirked as she held the door for him as he descended the stairs. It almost seemed since Jenny was gone, Kristy took it upon herself to look after Jack. From someone who was his younger ex-sister-in-law’s friend, he would expect no less.
Jack descended the stairs and found Locke where he left him last night; up to his neck in ancient papers. The bald man looked up at the sound of the doctor and smiled. “Morning, Jack.” He grinned.
“Did you get any sleep?” Jack replied, sitting down on one of the few office chairs in the area.
“No. I’ve been down here all night.”
“You’re like a kid on Christmas morning.” The doctor smirked as he dumped his creamer in his coffee.
“Good metaphor,” Locke said, examining an old green folder cabinet, “ I was so excited about this place, I couldn’t sleep.”
“You know what they say about the curious cat, Locke?” Jack sipped his coffee.
“Good thing he’s got nine lives,” the bald man smiled.
Jack smirked as he sipped more into his coffee and set it aside. He picked up one of the many notebooks he found yesterday and began to breeze through it, trying to learn more about the Dharma Initiative and the Hanso Corporation. “You think this Hanso company is still active today?” Jack asked over his shoulder.
“Hard to say. And if it was,” Locke grunted, “I’d sure like to hear what they have to say about this place.”
“What are you doing?” Jack finally asked.
“This old cabinet . . .I thought it was just locked but there is a little more to it.”
Jack saw where Locke was pointing. The lock that held the area where one could put it a key, already had a key in it. “It’s broken off?” Jack asked.
“Yeah.” Locke smiled, “Now why would anybody break off a key in old filing cabinet?”
“Maybe Desmond did it.”
“I honestly doubt it.” Locke continued to work on it,” He needs everything to keep his son alive. No logical reason why he would not only lock it but break off the key.”
“Yep. You are too curious for your own good,” Jack sipped his coffee.
“And you Jack . . .are not curious enough.”
“I got all the answers I need.”
“Uh, huh. Yeah. Sure you do.” Locke laughed sarcastically.
Jack didn’t answer him. He just went back to reading the massive amounts of notebooks they found. As he read and sipped his coffee, he looked up at the blast shields to the outer ocean area. The doctor thought for a second, then reached over and flipped the switch to let the shield raise up. The metal then began to climb and Jack could see on into the ocean.
What he wasn’t expecting was one of the Sharks to already be there.
Locke turned around and looked at the massive great white. The shark slowly swam closer, twisting it’s body around so it could stare at them. It slowly raised it’s lips so it’s teeth would be visible. Then it swam away abruptly, sending the floating small debris and seaweed to bounce against the glass shield. Jack then slowly clicked the switch back and let the metal covering slide back down. “What do you think that shark meant by that?” he asked.
“It was a warning, Jack,” Locke sighed, “I am certain if that shark had the chance it would kill us.”
“We’ve done nothing to it. It was the Liberation and the Hanso Corporation.”
“I don’t think it cares, Jack.” The bald man continued to work on the filing cabinet, “All it knows is that we are the men throwing the switch to cause it pain.”
Above on the surface, the majority of the survivors were out and about; helping with laundry and other things. A group of the survivors were planting seeds, creating a garden for Isabella and Desmond in the event their food ran out. Claire and Isabella were walking together as the Spanish woman held onto little Aaron. “Oh, he’s so adorable.” She cooed toward him.
“Yeah, he’s our little mascot.” The Australian woman laughed.
“He’s a special baby, like they all are,” Isabella said, “I hope your friend who left come back in time.”
“Before that plant stuff affects Aaron?” Claire asked, “Jack told me about that.”
“You are all such good people, Claire. I would hate for you to be trapped here like me and Desmond.”
“Well, we got a year,” the small blonde said, rubbing her child’s hair, “I am sure my friends will come back before that.”
“I hope so. I love my son dearly but I would not wish his condition on anyone else’s child.”
Eddie then ran past them, followed by Walt, Vincent and Sebastian. The young three year old was keeping up with the older boys by holding onto the dog’s leash. Isabella looked in slight concern for her son’s safety, not to mention he needed his medicine every 108 minutes. Walt then threw a large gray ball, allowing Eddie to catch it. They played catch back and forth for a few seconds, as Sebastian and Vincent followed them. “I made them a ball out of duct-tape and old papers,” Micheal said with pride.
“Thank you, Micheal,” Isabella smiled, giving Aaron back to his mother, “I know Sebastian has been taken to Walt.”
“Actually, I think he is having more fun with Vincent.”
“The first dog he ever saw in real life. It’s amazing the things you take for granted.”
“Yeah, “ Micheal sighed, smiling, “It is.”
Eddie ran up the trail and threw the ball back to Walt. The black boy caught it, temporarily falling on his knees. “Eddie, go long!” he screamed.
Sebastian laughed as he and Vincent finally caught up. Eddie continued to run into the jungle. Walt got ready to throw it but stopped, looking in the distance. Vincent started barking rapidly and Sebastian looked up in the distance in fear. Eddie then started to slow down. “Guys, what’s wrong-“
Eddie grunted as he slammed into something hard, falling back onto the ground. He twisted and turned, realizing he couldn’t have hit a tree cause he was still on the trail. The young boy then gasped as he saw a familiar masked man that he didn’t think he would ever see again. “Raven.” Eddie whispered.
Raven stood there, then slowly looked down at Eddie; a small blue flash shooting from his eyes. The security system gazed down at the young boy with a sense of seriousness. Eddie then finally noticed that Raven was carrying one. A large muscular black man was on his shoulders in a fireman’s cradle. Raven looked up toward the other two young boys and then back down to Eddie.
“Where is the doctor?” he whispered.
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