Deeper Darker

Chapter 29: Team Ubik

Gorbol Training Academy.

Barracks: Group A

Ubik felt he had maybe five minutes before the guy with the flat nose decided to use his fists. He looked the type who thought a swift punch in the gut was worth a thousand words.

Hey, Im not trying to start anything, said Ubik, at his calmest when there was nowhere to run. If he was going to get beaten up, so be it. Not like he would get killed so might as well play out the hand.

Sure, said the guy, tense and hands balled up, ready. He was taller than Ubik, they all were. He had an earnest expression on his face, though. Not someone who played games, not someone who was likely to fall for a bunch of fast-talk from someone he didnt like. You dont want to start anything, but you like shooting off your mouth, think youre smart and funny. Drop your pants and swing your dick around for a joke. Big kidder. I knew guys like you in prison. Theyd stopped caring about what would happen to them, so they stopped caring about what would happen to anyone else. Bring the whole place down if they could, and then laugh their asses off.

The three guys standing behind were picking up on his tone. They were slowly changing into a more righteous mindset, Ubik could feel their outlook sobering up because of this guy. This wasnt a beatdown anymore, this was an intervention with a side-order of whoop-ass.

You were in prison? said Ubik. Oh, wow. For how long? You dont look that old.

He did look a bit older than the other trainees, but not by a huge margin. Not yet thirty, but still someone who had managed to not get his CQ tested till late. Now he was in the FVG looking for redemption?

Never mind that, he said. This is my chance and Im not going to let a smartass like you ruin it. Youre still a kid, you can probably screw up a couple more times before you start seeing things clearly. I cant afford to do that. You dont get the benefit of the doubt one strike and youre out.

He spoke like he was an old man nearing the end of his life. Prone to feeling sorry for himself was Ubiks guess. The universe had done him wrong, led him astray, put him with a bad crowd. Always someone elses fault and bad luck. These sorts of guys were the easiest to work over. Not even a challenge. The FVG really needed to up their recruiting game.

Okay, okay, said Ubik. I can see how serious you are. I respect that. My names Ubik, whats yours?

Roddin, said the guy, his eyes locked on Ubik, not reducing the threat level one iota. Roddin Carmaj.

Okay, Rod, were on the same side. Look how they split us up. Its obvious what theyre planning, right? Two teams of twelve, right? Theyre going to run us through some exercises, and then itll be us against them. We have to win that final battle if we want to impress the people in charge. We have to work together. Remember what the Princep said, theyre watching us all the time and using what we do to decide if we deserve a shot at getting an organic. Thats what you want, right? A high-level organic and youll be set. How do you think theyll judge a guy who attacks his own teammate?

Roddin had a weariness about him that suggested hed lived a bit, experienced things. He was wary of others, had probably been tricked and cheated. Not his fault, bad luck, bad crowd.

Roddins aggravated expression was interrupted for a fleeting moment with a more reflective one. He didnt want to get in trouble on day one. Then the scowl returned. He also said were expected to take care of our problems ourselves. Maybe the team would be better off without a disruptive member like you. Some guys dont get it until they get a couple of teeth knocked out.

Ubik had never been to prison, but this sounded like the kind of logic you would adopt when incarcerated.

At least give me a chance, said Ubik. I want to do well out of this place. Im out of options, too, but look at what were working with here. Our team has all the older guys, the scuffed kids look at me. Im not the pick of the litter, right? None of us are. Did you see the other team? Good teeth, good hair, six-pack abs, eight-pack abs. Its obvious, right? Were the ones they dont think will step-up. They dont rate us so well be the punching bags for the special boys. Were the runts, set up to lose.

Roddin looked around, eyes narrowed. The three behind him looked slightly offended. Ubik took the opportunity to get them involved.

Hey. Ubik. And you guys are?

Nelso, said the shortest of the three. I aint no runt. He looked like a fighter, lots of muscles, but his voice sounded like hed taken one too many punches to the head.

I dont think you are, either. I was saying they think that. Ubik pointed at the door. About all of us. He turned to the others.

Chalz. My name is Chalz. He had mean eyes but looked too worried to be scary. I dont want to be here.

Then why are you? said Ubik.

My wife says I have to. Its our best chance to make some decent money. If I have an organic, I I everything will work out. I want to keep my head down and get through this. Ive seen your kind before too. I think Roddins right about you. He fidgeted and added, My babies need me to do this.

A wife and kids at such a young age. An overachiever.

Deef Diller, said the third man. I got tricked into being here.

Tricked? said Ubik. How were you tricked?

They told me Id get to see the galaxy with free food and free travel. Then they ran a test on me and made me come here.

Well, they didnt lie, said Ubik.

This is my home planet, said Deef. I live around the corner from here.

Ubik had to stop himself from shaking his head. None of these four were ever going to get very far in an organisation like the FVG. None of them were going to get very far in life. Was this the standard of applicant he would be competing against. He fancied his chances even if they were all stuffed full of organics and he had both his hands tied behind his back.

You really think theyve put us into the losers team? said Roddin. His aggravation had transformed into genuine worry, not helped by the committees testimonials.

Its not so bad, said Ubik. If we do win with this much of a handicap, well get extra points for pulling off such an unlikely victory. Then theyll have to consider us for the good stuff. But in order to do that, we need one thing a leader who can pull us together.

Oh, I see, said Roddin, his concern snapping into unadulterated suspicion. And I suppose that leader would be you.

Me? No, no, no. Youre kidding, right? Whos going to follow my orders? Would you? No, no. Youve been inside, you know how this works. We need to find the guy everyone thinks, Oh, shit, I better not piss off this guy off, and put him in charge. Who have we got that makes you feel that way?

They all looked at each other, and then around the room, jumping at the chance to play the role Ubik was thrusting on them. Their searching gazes came to stop in the same spot, the bed in the far corner.

Got to be him, said Roddin.

Yeah, yeah, said Nelso, appraising the subject favourably.

The others agreed, there was no contest. Ubik didnt even have to point him out.

The tough guy, the strong silent type who didnt like to be bothered. He had put away his gear and was remaking his bed which seemed to be perfectly made already.

Go speak to him, said Roddin.

Me? said Ubik. Hell just punch me in the face. You go. Your nose is already broken.

This was your idea, said Roddin. Lets see you take one for the team, teammate.

Alright, alright. Just remember, they put him on our team. That means he probably has some issues. Anti-social, Id guess. Doesnt like to do as hes told, doesnt trust the knobs in charge. Vicious without warning.

They all stared at the guy tucking his sheets in.

Yeah, yeah, said Roddin. I think youre right. But we dont want him to do as hes told, we want him to do the telling.

Youre right, said Ubik, his face full of surprise and admiration for the logic he had just slipped into Roddins head and received back by return mail. That might work.

Go on, go on, said Roddin.

Reluctantly, Ubik moved towards the far corner.

There was some squabbling but Ubik allowed himself to be persuaded. He went over.

Hey. Im Ubik.

Great. He didnt look up from positioning his blanket just the way he liked it. Guy seemed pretty anal.

Whats your name? asked Ubik.

Fuck off.

Nice. Im just going to pretend to hold a conversation with you for a few seconds so The Committee dont beat the crap out of me. Okay?

Do what you want, he said.

Thanks. Okay that should do it. Good talking. Ubik turned around and went back to the others who looked relieved it hadnt been them. Lets talk over here, in the showers.

Youre not going to take a shit in front of us again, are you? asked Chalz.

No, I went already. Im not a magician.

They all went into the shower room, crowded into the corner furthest from the toilets, looking over the shoulders like they were worried theyd be caught.

He wont do it, said Ubik. Thinks hes too good for us, well just hold him back.

He said that? said Roddin. Bastard.

I know, stone cold, he was, looked me dead in the eyes and told me where to go. But I dont give up so easy. Hes our best shot at this, agreed? Hes going to be our boss whether he likes it or not, and hes going to lead us to victory.

How? said Deef. I dont think he likes you.

Thats okay, no one likes me. Its an advantage. We just have to corner him so he has no other option. Well get the others on our side, too. If we all insist, he wont have a choice. Well just do what he says and hell be the leader whether he wants to or not.

I dont know, said Roddin. You really think you can convince him?

I cant say Im sure, because Im not sure, said Ubik. I can only try. I mean, what do you guys think? You think I should? Or one of you could. I dont mind. Actually, it might be better if

No, youre the guy for this, said Roddin, insistent.

The others nodded. Ubik had to be careful not to smile. Okay. If you guys are willing to back me up, then lets do this.

They marched out of the showers, Ubik leading the way.