D C Gomez [Gomez - From Eugene With Love

Other Books by D. C. Gomez

Urban Fantasy:

Deaths Intern- Book 1 in the Intern Diaries Series

Plague Unleashed- Book 2 in the Intern Diaries Series

Forbidden War- Book 3 in the Intern Diaries Series

The Origins of Constantine- an Intern Diary Novella

Young Adult

Another World- Book 1 in the Another World Trilogy

Womens Literature:

The Cat Lady Special

And a childrens series - Charlies Fable

Charlie, whats your talent? - Book 1

Charlie, dare to dream! Book 2

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Copyright D. C. Gomez (2019)

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ISBN: 978-1-7333160-1-9

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This book is for all the dreamers in this world.

May you always reach for the stars.

I t was an unusually cool morning for July in the southwest corner of Arkansasonly sixty degrees. Normally by this time of the year, the temperature would be at least seventy-five degrees by seven a.m. According to the locals, one should expect a hot summer since the winter was so mild. Eugene was not complaining. He loved this mild weather. In reality, Eugene loved all the seasons. Anytime he could spend a day outside away from the lab was a great day for him.

Eugene was the Rookie Intern for Pestilence, who was one of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She had a horrible reputation with everyone outside the lab. Pestilence was dominating, arrogant, and sometimes condescending, but she truly loved her Interns. Even if she made them call her Mistress and referred to them by numbers

The newest member of the team was always the Rookie. After ten years on the job, if they made it that far, they graduated to First, ten years later to Second and so on until Ninth. Pestilence always had ten Interns serving her. Eugene was excited to be recruited since he was the first black male in over one-hundred years to have the job.

Eugene learned very early on the job that the Rookie always had the worst assignments. He didnt care. He was living his dream as a scientist in the most advanced lab in the world. Anything he could imagine, he had the resources to create. That was the reason he was standing in the middle of a field in Fulton, Arkansas watching honey bees at seven in the morning.

Rookie. One more time, tell me why we are here and not heading towards the Coliseum? Fourth asked Eugene for the fifth time in less than ten minutes.

We are checking the status of my honey bees so we can transport them back to the lab. Eugene repeated the same answer he had given Fourth five times already.

Right, but why now? Fourth asked, clearly not giving up.

I always check my bees on the way to the club, Eugene admitted.

Eugene wasnt technically doing anything against any of the rules they had. He was still doing Pestilences work, just making a little detour to run his own experiments before he delivered her goods.

The Interns were responsible for manufacturing drugs for Pestilences underground rave club in Texarkana. Pestilences lab was located in Hope, Arkansas, underneath a chicken plant. The lab was less than an hour away from Texarkana, which made it an easy drive. Eugene and Fourth were carrying over one-hundred pounds of straight heroin, methamphetamine, and amphetamine to be diluted in the club to make Ecstasy. They had a huge order due to Pestilence for her upcoming Fourth of July Bash in two days.

Hanging out with Deaths people is making you radical, Fourth finally said after staring at Eugene for a long time. Im going to nap. Let me know when you are ready to leave. Fourth didnt wait for a reply. Instead, he started toward the company car: a hearse.

Eugene raised his voice. Arent you going to help me?

Rookie, I like your spunk and initiative, Fourth replied with a huge grin. Turning honey bees to killer ones, and releasing them back to their environment is brilliant. Im your man when you bring them back to the lab. But Im not going to crawl around in a field watching bees. Thats rookie work. Have fun and dont delay, Fourth told Eugene as he walked away.

Eugene just shook his head. Fourth was a brilliant scientist with a background in biogenetic. He was always ahead of his time, but he also liked to sleep and his famous naps lasted hours. Eugene gave up any hope of Fourth helping him catalogue to prepare for the move.

Moving bees was a tricky business. To safely relocate them, the move should be done at night. At least that was one of the theories Eugene had heard from the local bee-keepers in Texarkana. He never imagined he would find a group of bee-keepers in this area.

A screeching noise drew his attention, and he turned around just in time to see a couple of men climb into the hearse and slam the doors. He ran for the car, but rocks flew at him from the gravel as they zoomed away. The exhaust pipe popped from the exertion, and Eugene jumped at the sound. Eugene couldnt believe it, the hearse, the drugs, and Fourth were gone.

Oh God, Eugene mumbled to himself. Im so dead. He dropped his forehead into his palm. What was he going to do?

Eugene started pacing back and forth. He tried to think of a way to fix this, but his brain had shut down. Next, his mouth went dry, and then his palms started to sweat. He was stranded in the middle of a field in Arkansas. He couldnt call the lab because they would kill him.

No, there was only one person he could call right now that would help him without a single judgment. He pulled his cell phone out and dialed.

Hello, answered a male voice from the receiver.

Hi Bob. Its me, Eugene, Eugene squeaked out.

Hey Eugene, whats going on? Bob asked.

The horsemen Interns and their staff didnt used to get along. Things changed after the incident in May when a disgruntled accountant that used to work for Pestilence set off a zombie plague in the Twin cities of Texarkana. Death convinced Pestilence to let Eugene join her team every weekend and he loved those trips. It got him out of the underground lab for a little while.

I have a small problem, Eugene told Bob, not sure how to break the news to his friend that he lost another case of dangerous substances.

Whats going on? Are you okay? Bob asked.

Im kind of stranded at my field of bees. Could you pick me up? Eugene decided it was probably safer to tell Bob face to face.

Do I want to know what happened? Bob asked.

I will tell you when I get to Reapers, Eugene told Bob.

Okay. Ill send Shorty to pick you up, Bob said.

Is this a punishment? You dont even know what I did, Eugene told Bob, his words rushing from his mouth. His stomach was turning, and he was sure he was going to pass out any minute.

Of course it is not a punishment. Shorty just happens to be closer to you. Unless you want to be standing in the middle of a field for at least thirty minutes, Bob told Eugene.

Eugene weighed his options. He could stay in the field and wait for Bob or risk his life at the hands of Mad-Max Shorty. If it wasnt for Fourth being taken in that hearse, he would stay in the field. But his friends life could be in danger, so he really had no other options.