Chad had a Plan

 Chad had a plan. Mark simply followed him.

Mark had no clue what that plan was. He also had no clue to whom Chad was talking to on the phone or even where they were heading. He knew that they had been friends since grade school but things had changed after Chad had entered some branch of the government. It was some secret branch that Chad would never tell him about. Whenever Mark asked he would get that old joke of a response, “I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you”. The weird thing was that he believed him.

This trip to New York was supposed to be all fun. Relive some of their old times. Catch up. Get drunk and hit on some chicks. It started out that way. In fact they got so bombed last night that he thought he saw things. They were dancing at this club and Mark swore that his leg slipped right through the floor. But the weird crap was that it was really as if it sunk into the floor. There was no hole or anything. He would have stumbled and fallen flat on his face if he hadn’t come face to face with... Well, with himself. It must have been some floor mirror or something.

He stopped cold and looked again but all that he could see was a speckled black and white dance floor. Serves him right for drinking Tequila.

But there was more that couldn’t be explained away by him drinking. In fact after that moment he really hadn’t felt like pounding back any more shots. He had sobered up pretty fast and had no explanation about the ghostly white beings coming out of the bar mirror. Freaked him right out when they grabbed a man dressed in a blue blazer sitting at the bar. The dragged him right through that mirror and then down a street scene that looked like something he had never seen in this world. Mark remembered wiping his eyes in disbelieve and finding the image in the mirror was simply a reflection of the dark and noisy bar.

When he awoke this morning his head was pounding. Chad was already up and on the phone. Mark swore that it would have been easier if the phone was implanted right in his ear. He could hear him talking about some dimensional matrix and the fluctuating dimensional doors. His head hurt too much and it was way too early to concentrate on any serious crap. If it wasn’t for the “I’ll recruit” and “Friend” and “dangerous”; he would have drifted back to sleep. Instead his head shot off the pillow and that was a mistake. The pain ripped through his skull and he screamed causing more stars to crash through his brain.

When the echoes of the thunder and the light show disappeared in his brain he slowly opened his eyes to see Chad holding a few pills.

“Take these and get dressed, we’ve got to get moving”.

At this point Mark was not primed for arguments. He simply followed Chad’s instructions. He tried to ask some questions but Chad held him off saying that he would explain everything later. Chad said there was some serious crap going on but he had a plan.

Chad had a plan.

So, Mark simply followed him not having a clue what was going on except that somehow he was being recruited into something dangerous.

Mark had no clue that just a few paces away was a dimensional door waiting for them to drop through. A dimensional door that would serve up some real dangerous crap.