"R-Right," Willie managed, "Fu-Fu-Fuck-em," no matter how hard he tried, he could not keep his teeth from chattering, or his body from shaking, and he hoped Luther would get to the point so he could leave before he lost what was left of his mind.
"Okay," Luther said, "I will get to the point. Here it is. You're leaving, Willie boy. You and whoever you choose to take with you that is. You're gonna crawl your ass's right out of the ventilation system, and then you're gonna get a nice little four wheel drive truck of some kind, if those fucking vines haven't covered em all up. Even if they have you'll just have to chop through em, Willie boy. I don't really give a shit how you get one. Then you're gonna drive your slimy ass to Rochester. To be precise, you're gonna drive your ass to the north side of Rochester, and there you're gonna meet up with some friends of ours."
He paused. "Think you can handle that?"
He continued after Willie nodded his head, and squeaked out another small "Yes."
"Good. Good! Cause I'll tell you why. You, and the rest of those ignorant mother-fuckers who'll be waiting for you when you get there, are gonna kick the living shit out of all those ass-holes on the South side, got It? Can I get an Amen, Willie boy? Can you say Hallelujah!! Can you say that for me you miserable little shit heap?"
"H-Hallelujah," Willie squeaked out, his eyes frightened.
Luther reached over, picked up the hand set from the phone on the desk, and spoke into it. "Yes, hello, who the fuck did you think it would be? Bring that little cunt in here, would you?" he hung up the phone and turned his attention back to Willie.
"Now, let's see, where were we..." He snapped his fingers and Willie noticed that when he did, tiny little red sparks leapt from them. "...Oh yes! Okay, so you're going to kick ass and take names, Willie. I mean that sincerely," he leveled a serious look at him as he spoke. "Nobody lives, Willie. Nobody... Got it?" He waited for Willie to nod his head before he continued. "Good. Good, long as we have that clear. I want you out of here today, Willie, and I want you to remember that I'll be keeping track of you. Okay?"
Willie nodded again. He was sure that even if he'd had to speak he wouldn't have been able to.
"Good, veerrryy Good," Luther said as he smiled. He seemed about to speak again when a tentative knocking came at the steel door behind Willie. Willie hadn't realized it, but he had backed up against the door. Hell, more like tried to squeeze through it, his mind jabbered.
"Uh, Willie?" Luther said softly. "You'll have to move your stupid ass before anyone can come in you know. Would you mind?"
Willie forced his legs to move him sideways to the left and away from the door, and he pressed as tightly to the wall as he could once he reached the edge of the door frame.
"COME INNNN!" Luther cried out, in a high falsetto. "WE'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOOOOOOUUU!"
The door swung inward and two scared looking young men rudely shoved a naked and struggling young girl before them as they entered. They pushed her down to the floor, and left as Luther commanded with a sweep of one hand.
"GET THE FUCK OUT," he shouted, when it seemed as though they were not leaving fast enough.
They hurriedly left and the door slammed behind them. The girl lay in a heap on the floor, crying, her hair spilling over her face and pooling around her. She lifted her head and looked at Willie.
"Willie?" she cried, as her frightened eyes swept around the room, and then locked on his. "Wha-What did I do wrong?"
Before Willie could speak, Luther did.
"Look at me, you stupid little twat," Luther commanded.
She looked at him, and then quickly looked away. Luther chose to ignore it, and instead turned his attention to Willie. "Hit the road, Willie boy, 'less you'd like some of what she's gonna get. Would you?"
Willie shook his head, and as the door swung open he headed quickly out of the foul smelling room.
Luther stopped him before he was entirely through the door, calling him back. "Uh, Willie?"
He turned and looked reluctantly back into the room. The girl had lowered her head to the floor and was weeping hysterically, pounding her forehead against the carpeting.
"Yes?" he managed.
"Don't fuck it up, Willie. I swear I'll rip your balls off and feed 'em to you if you do."
Before Willie could answer the door slammed in its steel frame, and he was left looking at the closed gray-painted surface. He hurried off down the hall as fast as he could to get away from the door, and whatever was going on behind it.
He broke into a run just a few feet further down the hallway and didn't slow down until he reached the Main Operations Room, leaving the small room far behind him.
He stumbled into the private office he kept, just off the Main Operations Room, and from there into the small adjoining bathroom, and he barely managed to raise the toilet lid with his trembling fingers before everything in his stomach came up in a thick jet.
He held the porcelain sides of the toilet and retched repeatedly, until he brought nothing up but a thin streamer of saliva. He spit it into the toilet, stood up, and flushed, as he wiped his mouth with the heel of his hand. He drew in a deep breath as he walked to the small sink, turned on the cold water spigot, and splashed the water onto the hot skin that was his face.
