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Victoria’s Childhood Home
Eldorado Avenue, London, Ontario
February 5th, 2023
“MEGHAN!”
Tamika’s voice hits a high note not usually heard from the now Strader Matriarch as she bursts through the side door, up the three stairs into the kitchen that looks like a scene from a horror movie. Meghan leans back against the bottom cupboard underneath the kitchen sink. Her eyes open slowly, pulling apart from the blood covering her face. She looks up at her baby sister, and a smile appears across her pain filled face.
“Hey, Meeks. Sorry, you missed the party….”
“What happened?!”
Tamika almost slides into the cupboard Meghan is leaning against, taking her sister's blood filled left hand in hers, the diamond on her ring finger barely visible under the blood. Meghan closes her eyes for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts.
“Oh, that Stalker in the white mask decided to come by for tea. When I didn’t have crumpets, he decided stabbing me was the way to go… oh, well, I kinda lost count how many times he did.”
Meghan chuckles as Tamika’s face is filled with terror. She’s holding back tears, and gasping slightly.
“I’m gonna call an ambulance. We’ll get you hel- - -”
The body of the large man they had come to call The Stalker that had once tried to kill them when Tamika was defending the OCW Craze Championship against the monster, Sadie Ko, was now laying on the floor, a large chef knife sticking out of his neck. She shakes her head and looks at her sister in shock, but also not surprised. Meghan chuckles again.
“He’s having an issue swallowing and breathing. Quite the improvement, I would say….”
“Dumb bastard, he didn’t learn the first time. What can I do?”
“Grab the mercy kit from my nightstand, please.”
Tamika sidesteps the large body of The Stalker, and heads to the master bedroom to grab the morphine kit provided by the family doctor. When Tamika returns, she pulls out her Italian 9mm, checking the clip before popping it back in and sliding back the chamber to cock her weapon. Kneeling down beside Meghan, she opens the kit and holds up the vile of the golden liquefied morphine, and takes a clean syringe out of its packaging.
“Megz, just hold on. We’ll take that pain away and get you medical attention.”
“Listen Meeks, I’m as done as a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving, without all the fixings because they are leaking out of these pesky stabwounds…”
“You’ve always had a way with words….”
“One of the better traits I inherited from the old man. But in all seriousness, I am not doing too well, obviously. I can feel my days are about up… and I need to say this while I can.”
“You can tell me anything. What is it?”
Tamika strokes the inside of Meghan’s left forearm until a couple of veins pop up. Her emerald green eyes are fighting back the tears, trying to stay strong for her big sister. Meghan strains a smile while she finds Tamika’s hand and clenches it in both her bloody hands.
“I wasn’t supportive of you when you were Craze champ. I was jealous you achieved something that I never could. That wasn’t fair to you at all. Deep down, I hope you know how proud of you I was and still am. You had a lot put a lot on you, having you take over at S.I., tasking you with raising my little ones and putting the proverbial crown on your head making you the Matriarch but I want you to promise me three things….”
“Anything, Megz.”
“First, you are gonna get the company back. As strained as my relationship with dad was, he built that company for grandpa’s memory and you need to get it back from that half-blooded prick Kristopholis. It’s ours, not the bastard son of the bastard ‘Black Angel’ Ryan Strader.”
“Already have a plan in place, I promise you. Hold still, I’m going to ease your pain now.”
“I love you so much, Meeks.”
“I love you, too. Just take a breath.”
Tamika injects the morphine into Meghan’s vein and she can feel the warmth of the opiate pick her body up in a gentle cloud of relief. Her icy blue eyes are fading, but she knows time is fleeting.
“Second, you are gonna get a hold of Marcus and get your gig back in OCW and you are going to do what I failed at, and be a successful singles competitor that I never was. We all believe in you. And last, I need you to always believe in yourself all the time, not just the 87.2% like you enjoy saying. Understand me?”
“I understand, Megz. How are you feeling? Megz? MEGZ!”
The former Strader Matriarch’s eyes close slowly, and Tamika can feel her body going limp. She frantically reaches for her phone, hitting the speed dial.
“Dr. Wilheim, it’s Tamika Strader. I need your people at the Eldorado home now! Please, hurry!”
Hour later…
Tamika Strader sits at the kitchen table, looking at the blood all over the kitchen from the Stalker’s attack on her sister, and the blood smeared area where Meghan had been leaning against. Tamika doesn’t hear the door open being lost in thought as the gasps from Victoria, Veronica and Cara snap her out of it.
“Oh no, my girls… their mom….”
“Girls, I need to tell you something.”
Tamika didn’t need to even say anything, the girls knew their ‘mamabear’ was gone but it was a question of when their Auntie Tee would tell the whole truth.
Dennings Funeral Home
Middlesex County, Ontario
February 8th, 2022
The sound of Tamika Strader’s voice and the funeral home director, Don Needham, sounded like the adults from the Charlie Brown cartoons in Veronica’s head. Victoria and Cara are quieter than usual as they sit beside one another, heads leaning against each other. Veronica notices her Uncle John outside through the window, pacing back and forth. The cold Canadian winter air hits Veronica’s face, instantly turning her cheeks red. John gives his niece a weak smile and offers her a Marlboro Red from his soft pack of death sticks.
“Sure, thanks.”
John extends his hand, and with a flick, fires up his yellow BIC. Veronica leans forward and takes a deep drag.
“(Exhaling) Thanks, Uncz.”
“Stupid question, but how ya doin’, kiddo?” John lights another cigarette with the butt end of his last cigarette, exhaling through his mouth to inhale the dispensed smoke with his nostrils. Veronica ashes hers, and shrugs.
“I feel numb. I knew the day was coming, but now that it has come and passed… I don’t know, just numb.”
All John can do is nod.
“I get that, my big sister… I never thought I would live my life without her in it. Both my sisters were and are two of the strongest people I know. All the shit that has been thrown at them and they always took it in stride and to their advantage.”
Veronica leans back against the gray bricks, eyes looking at the paved sidewalk. The sound of a transport truck fills their ears as they watch a 379 Peterbilt head towards the 402 on the way to Port Huron, Michigan. John waits for the sound of the big Caterpillar diesel engine to die down before asking his next question.
“How’s CU:LT going for you?”
Veronica with another drag and shrugs.
“Came close to winning a championship in my second match, but close only counts in - - -”
“Horseshoes and hand grenades. Your ma was an influence on you. You’ve also looked better. Big guy did a number on you.”
“Yeah, she was. And thanks, jerk. Tell me, how the hell am I supposed to be moving forward without her? How’d you and Auntie Meeks do it when your mom died?”
John’s brow raises as he nods and shrugs.
“Well, I am not sure what it was for Meeks, but it wasn’t about time heals all, it was about knowing time doesn’t heal at all, just that it's easier to manage the wound left behind. Once you accept that, you can move forward. I am sorry kiddo, I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy what's been happening to you over the last six months. You don’t deserve the heartache.”
“(Trembling) Thank you, I just don’t know what to do. I know Auntie Meeks is going to shoulder this so Vee, Cara and myself don’t have to, but that is unfair to her.”
John pulls Veronica in for a hug, and she sobs into his kutte and blue Brothers of Mayhem support hoodie. His ring clad hand wraps around her and hugs her right back.
“I do know one thing for sure.”
“(Light sobs) What’s that?”
“Your ma’ wouldn’t want you dwelling over her death. Megz would want you to focus on yourself, your career and your family. Us Straders, it can feel really lonely sometimes because we don’t let very many people in, but we always have each other and that means you will always have us, your family. You know that, right?”
Veronica pulls back to wipe the tears from her eyes. She takes a deep breath and gives him the best smile she can muster at the moment and nods at him, sniffing all the while.
“Yeah, you’re right. Family was important to mom, and of course everyone else. I am grateful you all have given me the chance to be a part of this family. After everything that has gone down, I really don’t deserve it.”
With his right hand, John lifts Veronica’s head up by her chin, gently, and gives her his trademark smile.
“My old man, your ma’, Auntie Meeks, me and every other Strader has gone rogue to do questionable things, and the hypocrites that were in this brood are long dead, kid.”
She squeezes the hug one last time before finishing her cigarette and heads inside the pyre followed by John.
Victoria’s Eldorado Ave Childhood Home
London, Ontario
February 13th, 2022
Tamika sat on the black soft cloth sofa in the living room with Victoria on her right, Veronica on her left. To Veronica’s left, Cara sits with her high school sweetheart-boyfriend-cuckold cross legged with Jake holding her from behind. John, all in his well worn faded blue jeans, flannel shirt and denim biker kutte (their vests with patches of the club he built, and his hair slicked back. The babes, Clay and Lizzie, sit under the big three section front window playing with their lego bin (a large 60 gallon tote their mom gave them for their last Christmas present from her). There is a solemness lingering in the room, as the softer of the Aerosmith songs play quietly in the background. “Dream On” was one of Meghan’s favourite songs, and it was hitting them all the same yet different at the same time.
Veronica is thinking of the time in “Bedrock” the town the movie studios built for the Flintstones movie as OCW was having a Massacre live from there. She ran into her mom and auntie at the bowling alley.
Massacre, February 21st, 2022 Bedrock City
“Um, hi Meghan. Tamika. What are you two doing here? You aren’t booked.”
“Yeah, but it’s our money funding this road trip, and I don’t know about you, Ronnie, but I have always wanted to bowl where Fred Flintstone bowled. If you’ll excuse me, I am up.”
Tamika struts over to the lane and looks to be trying to pick the perfect ball. Veronica glances at Meghan, right brow raised.
“She knows Fred Flintstone isn’t real, right?”
“Ha, your aunt is a special one. Her craziness is part of her charm, and she’s very loyal. No one I trust more to have my back than her. So what are you doing? Looking for The Lost Stranger?”
Veronica scoffs.
“Trying to find that guy is like trying to find a decent employee at the Rabbit. He’ll find me when he’s ready to take me one-on-one, whenever that might be.”
Hood: Well, you had the chance last week right before his match. I swear damn Canadians.
Smith: You know the Cowgirls are Canadian too, right?
Hood: You didn’t let me finish: Damn, Canadians are fantastic. GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!
“Well, I’ll be sure to let you know if we see him anywhere. Good luck in your match tonight, and I’m proud of you for securing the main event spot. You’ve earned it, baby.”
Before Veronica can respond, Tamika interrupts.
“You are up, Megz. Just try and beat my Turkey, hoe!”
“Oh, I will make you eat your words, you filthy sloot.”
Veronica stands still for a moment before looking at Madison and nodding her head towards the exit.
Victoria was thinking back to January last year, when the Rivers Family Affliction (what her cousins Supreme Machine and Queen Machine, as well as The Raven persona of her father suffer from) was in manipulating Veronica and Victoria was trapped in the mind palace of Ronnie.
Detroit, Michigan January 22nd, 2023
Back at the house where Veronica was staying was all quiet. Harold was at a nearby hotel as he didn’t want to disrespect her with his ladies of the evening, and she ended up falling asleep on the couch in the living room area of the small bungalow. She had been watching DVDs of past OCW events featuring Dylan Thomas, prepping for her contest at ACCESS DENIED. Her eyes open, but they are different than usual; the flicker of flame is not there. Her hands touch her legs, stomach, her chest and then her face. She sits up slowly and looks around, confused but not in a freaked sort of way but more in “is this real? Or a dream?”. She sits up and goes to put her hair in a ponytail, but she can’t find a hair elastic. She eyes an iPhone 13 on the coffee table in front of the blue couch she is sitting on. She picks it up and punches in a passcode, but the screen shakes, and a frown hits her lips. She contemplates the possible passcodes until she puts one in and gains access. She scrolls through the contacts but doesn’t seem to find the one she’s looking for.
“Hopefully, her number hasn’t changed…”
She taps away at the screen with a North Carolina area code number. It rings for a few seconds, and a woman answers.
“Hello?”
“Mom… is that you?”
The next few seconds feel like an eternity, but the woman finally responds.
“Vi… Victoria?!”
Tears roll down Victoria's face.
“Yes, it’s me. I don’t know how long I have…”
“You have no idea how good it is to hear YOUR voice. Are you ok? What has Veronica done with you?”
Victoria sighs with relief before she answers.
“I’m ok mom, I have been in a nice place. Remembering mom and dad and my life before I learned about you and everyone else.”
Meghan, on the other line, takes a deep breath.
“We miss you, baby girl. Are you back for good?”
“No, she let her guard down and will resume control, but I wanted you to know I have seen and heard everything while I have been away. Please tell Cara I’m sorry and I love her. I love you, mom. Please don’t get hurt in the Battle Royal.”
“You too, and I won’t. What about your father?”
A tear rolls down her left cheek.
“I have heard everything. I got to go. Please, help me get free. I love you.”
Before Meghan can answer, Victoria hangs up, clears the call from the list and curls up on the couch, crying.
Cara lays her head back on Jake’s chest as he gently strokes her hair. She is thinking of how big her mother’s heart was that she tried hard to hide from people not in the family. Cara always shared a connection with Victoria being childhood friends not knowing they were sisters yet. So it made sense their memories were linked.
January 22nd, 2022
Meghan’s Ranch, Strader Estate Houston, Texas
“You too, and I won’t. What about your father?”
She can hear the shakiness in Victoria’s voice at the mention of The Raven.
“I have heard everything. I got to go. Please, help me get free. I love you.”
Before Meghan can respond, the call ends. She puts her phone down, and her right hand comes to her nose and mouth as tears stream down her face, waterproof mascara proving to be a lie.
“Are you ok, mamabear?”
Meghan quickly rubs her eyes and the tears away.
“What are you doing awake?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt the call,” Cara said. Acknowledging that she heard the conversation.
“It was your sister…”
“I know, I can tell by her voice; I love her too, mama.”
Cara slowly sat up from lying on her left side as her right arm was in stents and basic cast. Meghan brushes a few loose strands of hair from Cara’s face that have lines in her cheek from the pillow on her mom’s lap. Meghan takes a sip of her wine and hands Cara the glass, happily taking it.
“She said she has been witness to everything, and that she loves you and she is - -“
“I don’t hold her accountable for Veronica’s actions. I shouldn’t have tried to get into that arena. I underestimated Veronica’s viciousness and brutality. When Victoria’s back, she’s buying me a McGriddle for trying to teach me how to fly. At least could’ve given me a cape to glide.”
Meghan lifts her left hand, index finger outstretched, ready to say something, but stops herself looking up in thought for half a second before letting out a chuckle and shaking her head. Cara was slightly jealous of her ‘mamabear’ and those long eyelashes, but she was so happy to see her mom’s icy blue eyes weren’t so sad anymore.
“Cara… how do you do that? Find the humour in what happened with you and Veronica?”
Cara was a lot like her Aunt Tamika, who was forever optimistic in the worst of situations. She also knew Victoria and that it wasn’t her.
“Mamabear, I can always find the good in the bad… Plus, Victoria and I grew up together; we were just like sisters, and wouldn’t you know it, we are sisters. She would’ve never done something like that, and I am the only one that’s dealt with Veronica. She is twisted mama,” Cara said, “and it was all her that threw me off that roof.”
Cara never showed it, but the night she tried to get into the OCW Arena bothered her deeply. When she closed her eyes at night, she could see the hate in Veronica’s eyes, her sister’s eyes. How she was able to separate the two of them, even she didn’t know, but she was grateful. Still having a hard time walking, she needed Meghan to help her.
“Mamabear, I’m gonna go to bed, but I need to pee so bad. Can you help me to the can?”
“(Chuckling) Of course, babygirl. Come on, let’s go.”
John sits in quiet contemplation, thinking about his thirteen-year-old daughter, Mackenzie, who looked a lot like his twin, Tamika, with a bit of Meghan’s attitude. He had only found out about her just after their old man was murdered by Veronica. She was being used like a puppet by the Affliction and doesn’t fault her. While he talked to Tamika first, it was Meghan he spoke to before making the final decision to meet her after not knowing of her existence the first eleven-to-twelve years.
April 2nd, 2021, Scott Nash Strader’s Funeral
London, Ontario
John stood at the back of the Brothers of Mayhem’s clubhouse for the after service family, friends and biker get together of those small rectangular egg, chicken and ham salad sandwiches every funeral seems to have, Labatt 50 in his right hand, glass of Johnnie Walker Blue in his left. The booze was taking the edge off as John wasn’t really speaking to his dad after it came out Scott was fucking Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs, Victoria’s girlfriend at time, and he made the hard choice to back his sisters and nieces. He could hear the click of his big sister's snakeskin cowgirl boots, and turned around to see her in black denim jeans, an original Cowboys From Hell t-shirt with their dad’s face on it, and her favourite leather jacket. Their matching icy blue eyes they shared with their dad meet, and he can feel her love for him.
“How ya doing, Megz? I know, like me, you two weren’t talking in the end.”
“The old man and I have always had a strained relationship. Heck, if it wasn’t for my anger with him as a young hormonal teen, I wouldn’t have my girls.”
“Yeah, Vic and Carebear are really special, sis. I am glad you have them in your life… I wish pop hadn’t done that to you and at one time I could only imagine what that is like, but I don’t need to imagine anymore.”
Meghan smiled gently, coming in close, her fingers scratching the back of his hair and neck, their foreheads touching.
“I know… I am horrified he did that to you twelve years later, after me. He could be a real son of a bitch at times, which is hard to say because Gran is anything but a bitch.”
John pulls back to take a sip of whiskey followed by a gulp of beer, and Meghan does the same, doing the same double fisting of booze.
“Natalia wants me to go up to Brandon (Manitoba) and meet our daughter, but to be straight with you….”
“Smart. You know I would smell the bullshit a mile away.”
A chuckle escaped his lips, nodding in agreement.
“BUT, to be straight with you… I don’t know if I should. I am worried that - - -”
“- - - you are too much like the old man?”
He nods in reply, sadness and anxiety all rolled into one dancing across his icy blue eyes.
“Johnny, outside of the image of being National President of your club that you built with him… you are one of the sweetest men I know. Don’t you dare disagree with me, either.”
He smirks and again just nods. He knows better. There is a reason she was next in line to lead the family, after all.
“Listen, I know you are the big sister, the eldest of the almighty ‘Scott Nash Strader’ and all that, but you gotta remember your baby brother- - -“
“- - - is a bwig bwad bwiker?”
John just shakes his head because he wasn’t sure if he was annoyed with Meghan and her ability to deliver with a straight face every single time or because she was spot on. Anyone that didn’t know her personally would call her a B-I-T-C-U-N-T but she really had a beautiful and loving heart.
“Was going to say ‘loves you with all his heart and always has your back’. Why do you gotta ruin that?”
Meghan smirks, and hugs her brother tightly.
“When are you going to see your little one?”
“Honestly, wouldn’t it be better if I kept her away from the insanity that is being a Strader? She’s an innocent kid in all of this, ya know?”
Meghan shrugs, but shakes her head after.
“You aren’t dad. I know you like to think you are because of a life of being an outlaw biker, but you have your mom’s heart, and a soul not much different from Meeka’s. John… you and I? We have the old man’s worst traits but we also have the love only a Strader could have evened out by our mothers. Lisa would want you to meet her granddaughter and for her son to know the joy of being a parent. So, you are gonna either get on your Panhead and make the journey, or hop on the Jet. Either or, but you are meeting your daughter. My niece.”
“God, I hope she isn’t a pain in the ass like you are.”
Meghan smacks him in the arm but gives him her devilish smirk when she is being a smart ass.
“I am a fuckin’ dream, you would only be so lucky if she is like me.”
John gets up from the chair in the living room where all his family sits, noticeably distraught. He leaves quickly and Tamika just shakes her head at Victoria and Cara to stop them from following her twin biker brother.
“He needs some air, girls. Uncle John doesn’t deal well with emotions. We’ll hear the bike start up in three… two…”
The screaming eagle exhaust rumbles in the car port and the family can hear his bike accelerate down the street. They all turn to Tamika who responds with a weak smile and nod.
“See? So, I have gotten a few messages from our peers in the industry about coming on the 18th to say goodbye.”
Denning’s Funeral Pyre
Middlesex County, Ontario Canada
February 18th, 2023
People slowly made their way through the side door of the building where the service was being held for Meghan Kelser-Strader, the former Matriarch to the Strader Family. The family members were lined up from the door to the Urn that held Meghan’s ashes. Matthew Knox stood behind his girls, Vee and Ronnie. Vee holding her little sister Lizzie was first in line followed by Ronnie and their little brother Clay. Cara was next with her Uncle John, the One Percenter Biker President. Tamika, the now acting Matriarch, stood with her Grandmother, Hannah Strader, who came up from Houston at the end of the line.
It is a bit of a who’s who of wrestlers that had shown up, the most notable being Lissie Hope who is distraught as it was bringing back the pain of losing her brother a few years back. Atara Raven-Themis gives her condolences in a Greek soliloquy to Victoria and Veronica. Even Vhodka Black showed up in a black dress, a purse made from a skunk and presented a Dorito Casserole which Cara scooped up. Many from the Strader past showed like Mark Cypress Evans, a one time protégé of SNS, to heated rivals like Matthew Engel who went to hell and back with Scott and a former lover of Meghan.
What was supposed to be a small gathering had become rather large as three charters of John’s club were sitting on their bikes waiting to do a very large procession back to St Peter’s Cemetery in the Cowgirls From Hell hometown of London, Ontario. Meghan’s request was for her ashes to be buried between two spots, on the family estate in Texas and here in Ontario, Canada.
Once everyone was in their seats, Tamika made her way up to the podium beside the Onyx Urn.
“My big sister never really liked the idea of open casket funerals. She found them to be barbaric. So in honouring her wishes, her remains sit in this Onyx Urn, according to her wishes.”
“Most know that John and I were raised in Japan. Homeschooled by our dearly departed mother, and hired English teachers from Canada and the US and it wasn’t until we were 16 that we came home. That’s when I met Meghan. She was a true force of nature. The outcome of an immovable object and unstoppable force.”
“We bonded through a love of slasher movies and tag team wrestling, something that is in all of us Straders. When I turned 18 and she was 22, she bought me the Harley Sportster that is sitting outside right now as a way of saying, "Let's become one of the best teams in the business”; the Cowgirls From Hell were born.”
“We became champions seven different times, six different companies. We achieved dominance anywhere and everywhere we went. What made us so good as a tandem, is that there was 100% trust in one another. She would take the proverbial bullet for me, and I for her.”
“We thought our careers were over the fall of 2021. We both needed fusion surgery; her in her lower spine and me in the upper spine at the neck. But then comes January 2022 and she says to me ‘Meeks, we need to finance the hated and loathed OCW so I can be close to my daughters’ and I said yes. I always had a hard time saying no to her but I am glad I didn’t.”
“As all of us in the family take our time to mourn, I know the one thing she wouldn’t want anyone in this room to do and that’s to dwell on the fact that Meghan is no longer with us physically but to remember she is here with us in spirit. I know that right now she’s looking at all her babes, from the grown women to the wee ones incredibly proud of who they have become and will become.”
Tamika wipes the tears that start to stain her rosy cheeks, Victoria and Veronica stand up, and stand behind their aunt, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. Thye give a squeeze and Tamika’s hands reach up and hold her nieces.
“Whenever I ask an opponent, a business rival or an angry ungrateful cousin that wants to take everything that isn’t theirs… whenever I ask if they hear it… the sounds of hoofbeats will come from above and below from you, the founding Cowgirl From Hell. Rest in power, sweet sister.”
The people didn’t have to sit through much as Tamika spoke for the family on this occasion, but at the end when they all gathered outside it was a spectacle. Tamika struts towards Meghan’s 2014 Harley Davidson Road King that had been stroked out to gain 16 cubic inches, and an oversized front wheel paired with mini-ape hangers. John walks up beside his twin sister, as he straddles his 1945 Panhead, kick starting it after Tamika fires up the custom road king. The siblings twist the throttles getting cheers from the 6 visiting Brothers of Mayhem charters. Veronica rolls up behind them in Meghan’s 1977 Bandit Trans Am. John fires off three rounds from his 50-Cal Desert Eagle and follows his sister and the girls follow in Meghan’s car, the Bandit, as they ride down Highway 7 towards one of the spots the Strader Matriarch will be laid to rest.
Strader Inc. Laboratory
Panama City, Panama
March 20th, 2023
Tamika Strader wasn’t the biggest fan of the country she found herself in as it was the place her father dragged her and Meghan to when they were forced to fake their death in 2010. Tamika killed a man who was trying to have his way with Meghan and unlike her father and brother, the killing still sits with her soul. She would do it again in a heartbeat though… she’d do anything for her family.
“The lab is looking great, Dr. Rolf.”
“We appreciate the funding, Miss Strader. We have just acquired three prisms that could mean life for terminally ill individuals.”
“That’s wonderful, Doctor. How is she doing in the cryotube?”
The grey haired ponytailed German man motions for her to follow him. Dr. Willheim Rolf walks up the scanner on the side of the door, scanning his retina with Tamika following suit. The room is filled with all kinds of medical equipment and instruments in a neat orderly fashion. Dr. Rolf guides Tamika to the back of the room to where a tube stands up right.
“As you can see, Miss Strader, the subject has undergone surgery for the two dozen stab wounds to her back and abdomen, and is in a medically induced coma for the purposes of cryogenic freezing. Once we learn more about the Prisms properties, we begin to treat the subject.”
Tamika walks up to the tube, and using the sleeve of her signature green in a turtleneck, wipes away the condensation revealing the face of someone familiar.
“I hope so, Dr. Rolf.”
Tamika places her right hand on the glass over Meghan’s cryogenically sleeping face.
“I love you, Megz.”
Tamika and Dr. Rolf heads out of the secure room and to her office to discuss the medical advancements the Prisms theoretically could provide the field of medicine.
