Broken Brakes 3

Chapter 3

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'Subject USB091 is ready for implant.'

Nurse Ele Anor wipes her hands with a white, clean tissue paper, and nods to Dr. Jamin. In a stainless steel table, lays a young man covered with green plastic sheets. Only his face is visible. His eyes are closed, and a hint of a smile on his lips, makes him look quite peaceful.

Dr. Ben Jamin looks around, pouting his lips in a feminine way , that gives him a 'Diva' air.

'Where's Laila ?'

'I don't know ,Ben ! She should be here by now...'

Nurse Anor taps angrily with her fingernails on the keyboard.

'Oh, well! We'll have to wait then !' Dr Jamin turns around on his chair, grabs a pen and begins doing some paperwork.

Someone is laughing down the corridor. A crystal laugh, almost as glass braking against a marble floor. Miss Ara Bella comes in, her voluptuous body exuding the exotic perfume she always wears, driving everybody crazy.

'What do we have here, Ben ?'

She leans over the young boy on the table.

'Wow ! Isn't he cute ! Is he going to be...?'

'Yes ! A DS. Defendant Subject. We need him in the North border. The memories of Rafael Castilla, the Nicaraguan terrorist ,are ready for implant. We're only waiting for Laila to show up.'

'Ah! Laila, yes.... The only one who knows! '

Ara frowns. Why can't she stand this Laila ? There's something dodgy about her. Maybe it's because she's not a....

The door opens abruptly and Laila comes in.

'Speaking of the Devil!' Ara laughs again, with her special laugh.

Laila is wearing her gray medical anti virus suit and her hands are gloved in black rubber. She looks at Ara disapprovingly .

'Excuse me ! Where's your medical suit ? You're not allowed here without one ! Please, leave !' She waves away Ara's presence with a nervous hand, and with her back at her asks :

'Is the subject ready?'

She looks with pity at the young unconscious man. He's so young ! ...Anyway... this is the last one !

The obnoxious laughter brings her back to the operating room. Ara is leaving, the trail of the alluring perfume lingering behind her. Ben Jamin has his eyes fixed on the recently closed door, his nostrils quivering , his lips wet. With a start he turns to Laila.

'Yes, Laila. We were waiting for you . Everything is ready ,of course !' Dr, Jamin says, with a look of reproach in his eyes.

'O K then. Lets begin !'

She sits in front of a computer and starts the program .