Free The Sons Of Cleito (The Abductions of Langley Garret Book 1) by Derek Haines Page B

submarine that was now more than likely, heading down to the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea. Well, that was for them to figure out for as of right now, I felt like having a sleep and forgetting about whatever it was that they wanted me to remember – that I didn't know.
    A man in a uniform woke me after entering my small cabin and depositing a tray of breakfast on the end of my bunk near my feet. He didn't speak, smile or flinch as he turned and walked out, closing the hatch loudly behind him. I gathered it was time to wake up. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and then realised that submarines hum. It was an annoying sort of throbbing hum that vibrated, and was upsetting my liver, testicles and especially my full bladder. I got up and pissed, then looked at my breakfast. Edible perhaps, but hardly as appetising as my last lodgings. When I'd swallowed a few mouthfuls of dehydrated and rehydrated powdered scrambled eggs and leathery cold toast, I looked around for a toothbrush. Clearly I was not being treated to five star service, so I made do with washing my face and rinsing my mouth with water that tasted of chlorine.
    All I had to do now was wait for my next interrogation. Some things were becoming way too predictable. With little appetite for the grey muesli that sat brooding on the tray at the end of my bunk, I passed the time by reading a critical review of a new model Ford that had been released at least five years ago. Apparently the writer wasn't impressed with its performance and value for money when compared to four other similar cars in its class. I skipped a few pages and settled on an article about white utility vehicles for the discerning plumber.
    In some respects I was quite looking forward to being interrogated, as I was closing in rapidly on the necessity to read the classified ads at the back of the magazine. Then when I heard my hatch clunk open, my guts didn't react at all. It was as if they'd decided to forestall any further activity until something extraordinarily nasty threatened. My mind immediately calculated that it would necessitate something being seriously awful after my range of experiences during the past few days.
    'Would you please come with me Mr Garret?' the uniformed man asked politely. I moved from my prone position and didn't show one skerrick of surprise when he sniffed while he waited for me to get to my feet. I looked up at his young acne riddled face and ultra-short crew cut as I managed to rise slowly and sat on the side of my bunk.
    'Someone wants to have a chat with me I presume.'
    'This way sir.'
    'Yes. I know. As always,' I said, but young Submariner Crater Face didn't latch onto my cynicism, only waited for me to follow him obediently. 'And what if I don't feel like coming this way with you? You know, you're not the first person who's asked me to come this way with them in the last few days. Usually though, as I've discovered by experience, it always leads to very bad news for me.'
    'I'm sorry sir, you will have to come with me.'
    'You know, I've had a couple of really fucking shitty days. Even had a woman I was fucking get killed, while I was right in the middle of fucking her in fact. So do you get what I mean about being really fucking pissed off with cunts like you telling me to come this fucking way with me sir?'
    'I'm very sorry sir, but you must come with me or I will need to call for assistance.'
    You make it sound like you'll have to call roadside service. Got a flat battery, have you?'
    'This really won't help sir.'
    'Maybe not, but it makes me feel a whole lot better. So who wants to see me?'
    'I can't say sir.'
    'Liar. You have no fucking idea, do you?
    'I really must insist sir. Please come with me or I will need to remove you by force.'
    'Yeah, yeah, I know. Jab me with drugs, lock me in a straight jacket and manacle me,' I said, as I slowly stood and looked him in the eyes. 'I've had it all done to me before, so unless you're about to put a bullet in my head, it's just