THE FERALS PART 7
“I am sorry it took so long to finally accept you. We can’t just give anyone important tasks until we know for sure they can be trusted. The least amount of moving parts keeps it simple.” Tom crossed his arms over his chest.
“I get it. But I am ready for more. What can I do to help?” Silvy began to pace until Tom placed a hand on her shoulder. It made her jump. She wasn’t used to physical contact from anyone but her mother.
Tom laughed softly. “Sorry.” It only took a second for him to be serous again. “Do you even know the extent our leaders have gone to in order to keep the Ferals at a distance?”
Silvy wasn’t ready for that question. “I don’t. I do know they can’t help but slander their race on the news. They put them on the front line to use as cannon fodder.”
“It goes way deeper than that. Those broadcasts aren’t just spreading the news in a negative light. They have subliminal messages hidden in them. We need to stop that with out them knowing we did.”
“How in the hell are we going to do that?” She was having a hard time keeping her voice down. Silvy knew there was something off about the news and why no one was allowed to shut it off. Now it made sense but to alter those messages. Was it even possible?
She stood there thinking for a while. Tom stayed silent and let her sort through her thoughts. She wasn’t afraid. It wasn’t that. She simply didn’t know how to do it. The new building was highly guarded which in itself was strange. There was no choice to be made. She knew she would do it.
“Tell me how to do it.” She faced Tom who smiled again and nodded.
“You won’t do it alone. My contact in the coffee shop will do all the tech work. You will be her eyes as she works. Can you do that?”
“I can. When do we meet up? Will we need weapons?” She had a million questions but held back.
“Good. She will have the weapons you will use. Nothing that will kill. We refuse to stoop to our leader’s level. It is a simple stun gun also help erase recent memories. Meet her tomorrow night after your shift at the coffee shop. We are happy with how you have handled the messages. No one will suspect the two of you if you leave together.” Tom scratched the side of his head. “Use your common sense while you do this. Listen to your instincts. They have proven to be correct so far.”
So much was running through Silvy’s head. She was excited and yet worried. Could she do this? She knew she would do it but could she pull it off? She shook the thoughts out of her head. “I will follow her lead. What is her name by the way.”
“Her name is Patricia. Just call her Pat. Now go get some rest. You work too hard as it is.” Tom walked back towards a shed and disappeared into the darkness.
Silvy stood there for a moment as she contemplated what was to happen. She needed to come up with a reason she would be late coming home tomorrow night. It was hard to lie to her mother. She didn’t want to but knew she had to. Her mother was under the news’ spell.
Silvy began to walk her scooter towards the guard shack and stopped. Why wasn’t she under the news’ spell like the rest of the city? Maybe it was because she actually spent time with the Ferals. There was no way to tell.
Her ride home was uneventful, and she didn’t bother to stop at the coffee shop. Instead, she went home and hugged her mother.
“What’s this about, Silvy?” Her mother held her at arm’s length.
“No reason. Can’t I just hug you for no reason?”
Her mother gazed at her for a moment before nodding. “Of course, dear. Now eat your dinner. I wasn’t sure if you were going to be home on time tonight. Lucky for me, you are. Your food is still warm.”
Silvy smiled. “Yup, nothing kept me tonight. I did make a friend, though.”
Her mother stopped from heading to the living room and turned around. “You did? And not one of those horrible Ferals?”
“I did. Her name is Patricia. We are going to go see a movie tomorrow night after work. Will you be ok till I get home?”
“A movie, you say?” She squinted her eyes a little at her daughter. “Yeah, I will be fine.” She turned back towards the living room. “It’s about time you made a friend.”
Step one was taken care of. Her mother believed her. Hopefully everything would go good tomorrow night. Otherwise, she may never see her mother again.
