Rusty *had* to be done by now, or the jig would be up for sure. I cruised into the lot, and sure enough, his head was laying down on the headrest. I traded places with her quickly, and pushed Junior over in the seat so I could pilot his fancy car to the storage shed. Within 10 minutes we were there, and I carried Junior to the Explorer after parking his buggy and locking the door.

We rushed to the home I had rented and pulled into the garage there. I carried him into the bedroom there, where we prepared him for his brainwash session. He was stripped down and put into a straitjacket in the bare room; it had white walls, the windows had grates on the inside, and bare wood floors. Junior would be drugged with some strange medications his first day, to extend the time and make him more open to suggestion. His day would seem to last forty or more hours, and much would happen on that busy day.

Junior was needed to help us with our plan of revenge against the evil Doctor. Having his own son turn on him would be bad enough, but some of the things he would do... now that should push the Doctor over the edge. We would see.

I gave Junior a meal via a tube, and we helped him wash it down, then the drugs went to work for a while. Krista and I celebrated with a good meal and a bottle of wine, and watched the closed circuit cameras I had installed. We needed visual impact photographs to help our efforts with the Doctor later... and to help convince Junior, too.