JASON STEED Absolutely Nothing

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Authors: Mark A. Cooper
them sausages and mashed potatoes. Jason knew he would soon have to find a way of contacting SYUI, and after listening to the conversations around the dining room table, he had to act fast. Twelve children sat around the long dining table. They laughed and joked. Jason thought they acted somewhat immature for their ages.
    He looked across the table at a girl he guessed was around fourteen. She was pretty with large brown eyes and light brown hair tied in ponytails.
    “Hi, I’m Jason.” He smiled.
    She looked at him and seemed annoyed. “Just because you got pretty blue eyes and good looks don’t think I’m gonna be your friend new boy .” She tutted.
    Jason grinned at her. “Why? I’m not asking you out. I just said hi,” he croaked. His voice cracked much to his embarrassment. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. His voice seemed to change pitch at will.
    She looked down her nose at him and continued. “Huh, as if I would go out if someone under sixteen anyway.”
    Betty came into the dining room carrying a large bowl of ice cream. “Who wants ice cream?”
    “I do,” A deep voice replied. It was Kissinger. He strolled into the dining room followed by a man wearing a suit and tie in his forties.
    “Uncle Kelvin.” A harmonious call came from the children. Jason just looked on.
    “Hi kids, hello Jason. I hope you're settling in okay. Denise, good news for you. The doctor has a job for you, so it’s goodbye for now. Go with Mr. Spencer up to your room and pack.”
    The girl Jason had tried to talk to nodded and got up. She smiled at the man and went up stairs. The man who Kissinger called Mr Spencer followed.
    Jason stood and turned to Kissinger. “Where are Denise and that man going?” Kissinger glared back at him.
    “You ask a lot of questions. You don’t need to worry about what others do here. Nosey .” He tapped his nose.
    Jason paused for a moment. Betty and Kissinger both watched him. He wasn't sure what Denise had to do. Maybe it was harmless, but maybe it wasn’t. Either way, he decided now was the time to act. He ran up the stairs after Denise. By the time he made it up the top of the stairs a bedroom door was being closed. He opened it and stormed in.
    Denise was putting her clothes in a bag and looked surprised to see him. Spencer looked annoyed. Jason had no time to think. He had to act. He heard Kissinger running up the stairs.
    “Jason, what the hell do you think you are doing? This is none of your concern. Get to your room right now,” Kissinger shouted.
    Jason paused, trying to piece everything together. If he was wrong about his assessment, he would be made to look foolish in the eyes of SYUI. He started to leave the room and stopped while he thought to himself. But if I’m right, I've got to stop this now.
    He stood on his toes and faced Kissinger. “You sick moron. You sell children to creeps like this doctor character, and we never see them again. This creep's just as bad.” He pointed at Mr Spencer.
    “Kissinger, what the hell is this? We didn’t pay you all that money for this treatment. Deal with it,” Mr Spencer protested, his face turning red.
    Kissinger made his first mistake; he attempted to grab Jason by his collar. Jason blocked his move and twisted Kissinger’s arm behind his back and bent back his fingers. Kissinger screamed out in pain and fell to his knees. Out of the corner of his eye, Jason noticed Spencer coming towards him.
    Jason span on his left foot as his right foot catapulted towards the man catching him square on his nose. The blow broke the man's nose and sent him back against the wall. Denise screamed and ran back behind the bed.
    Jason ran down the stairs, jumping two at a time. He dodged Betty as she headed up the stairs, then he ran into the room he recognized from earlier as Betty's office. He picked up the phone and called SYUI. While it was ringing Kissinger entered, holding his injured fingers.
    “Who are you calling?” he demanded,

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