by Maxey, Phil
They all sat on the smart well designed chairs in a part of the restaurant that was slightly further back from the large glass windows.
“I’m not leaving a woman and children with some guy that abuses them,” said Fiona.
“We don’t know the full situation yet,” said Zach.
“I know what I saw,” she looked at Hayes who looked like he wanted to disappear into the increasing gloom of the setting sun. “Well?”
“He was definitely lying about the injury to the girl. And he seemed to be very domineering with them, the mother couldn’t get a word in,” said Hayes.
“The whole situation felt off, how do we know they are even his family? Maybe he kidnaped them. We all know the Cascade has turned a whole lot of people crazy,” said Fiona.
“We’ll talk to the woman and kids away from this, Rory, tell them that they can talk freely and that we will protect them. If they tell us, he’s holding them against their will or doing things he shouldn’t, then they come with us,” said Zach.
“And what do we do with him?” said Freeman.
“We leave him here.”
“It’s not going to be easy trying to protect the woman and her kids, while trying to stay alive out here,” said Bower. He continued before Zach could reply. “But if that’s what needs to be done, then we have no choice, I agree with Fiona.”
Harper shook her head. “Sir, what if we take them with us, and they are killed? Whereas, whatever was happening to them here, at least they have shelter, food and water.”
“I’ve made my decision Harper, if they are in trouble, they come with us and we protect them best we can.”
“I guess we’re staying here the night then,” said Harper.
“Looks that way private. I want a two person patrol around the clock, now Diaz has got her energy back.”
The privates and Freeman acknowledged their orders.
“I’m going down there now,” said Fiona.
“I’ll come with you,” said Zach.
Soon they were standing outside the family’s apartment door. Crying could be heard coming from the other side.
Zach and Fiona looked at each other, and both drew their handguns.
Zach knocked, then nodded to Fiona.
“Rory, Ada? It’s Fiona from up—”
The sound of latches being slid to one side and chains falling came from the door, which then opened. Ada was standing on the other side, her mousey blonde hair looking even more bedraggled than before. Her dress was also covered in blood.
Fiona and Zach looked at a woman whose eyes looked doll-like.
“What happened?” said Fiona, trying to look past the ghost of a woman. “Where are the kids? Where’s Rory?”
The sound of crying came from within the room. Zach pushed past Ada. The two kids were sitting on the sofa consoling each other. Rory was nowhere to be seen.
“I had to do it. Had too.”
Fiona hugged the five-foot four woman, who was mid-thirties but who looked at least ten years older. “It’s okay, you’re all safe now.”
Zach kneeled in front of the two children. “Where’s your father?”
“He’s not our father,” said Emilia.
The little boy slowly raised his hand, pointing to the hallway.
“Okay, stay here,” said Zach getting to his feet. He then slowly walked along the corridor. The door to the first room he came to was open, and Rory was lying headfirst on the bed, half clothed. Zach couldn’t see the wound, but most of the sheets on the bed were a deep crimson. Zach walked forward and put his fingers on Rory’s neck. He was dead. Zach looked about the room, grabbed a large jacket and threw it over the body. He then walked back into the living room. Ada was now sitting with the kids, with Fiona close by.
Zach subtly shook his head as Fiona looked at him.
“You need to get your things together for traveling,” said Fiona holding Emilia’s hand.
Zach looked down at the children. “You both ready for an adventure?” he said smiling.
“Yeah,” said the boy, while the girl still looked sad.
Fiona looked directly at the woman whose eyes were still somewhere else. “Ada?”
She slowly looked at Fiona. “Yes?”
“You did what you needed to do.“
She nodded and looked back down at the floor.
“Okay, Reed and Emilia is it?”
They nodded.
“I need you to put clothes and anything else you want to bring with you, in a bag. You can have one big bag each, got that?”
They both nodded.
“Go do that now.”
They both looked at Ada, who nodded at them, and they sprung up and ran into the hallway.
“I’ll make sure they’re okay,” said Zach to Fiona, following them away.
Ada went to talk, but Fiona interjected. “It doesn’t matter how it happened, it’s done, and now you’re leaving with us.”
“Okay. Are we going back to the camp?”
“Not straight away, we need to complete our mission and keep moving north-east to Boston. Like Zach said, pack a large bag with clothes and whatever else you want. If you have water and food you can bring them, although mostly bring the water if it’s a choice between both.” Fiona stood. “Come on, I’ll help.”
*****
Reed and Emilia slept on some blankets behind the large bar which ran along the wall at he back of the restaurant. Ada sat close by watching them, leaning back on her large padded bag. Hayes and Harper were on patrol within the building, while Freeman and Diaz got some rest. Zach, Fiona and Bower sat around one of the larger tables. A few candles burned.
Bower looked at the wall behind the bar. “That’s a lot of fine liquor.”
Fiona smiled. “But no drinking while on duty eh?”
“That’s the problem with the damn Cascade, when are we ever off duty?”
Zach sat watching the void beyond the glass windows.
“You gonna sit there all night, waiting for your fairy lights?” said Fiona.
“Yup.”
Fiona stood. “Well, I don’t regard myself as a part of the military, so I’m going to see just what high grade whiskey they might have back there.”
“Don’t go too crazy with that stuff,” said Zach watching her walk to the bar. She waved her hand at him.
As he looked at the nothingness outside, his mind drifted to Abbey. Where she might be or what she might be doing. Is she in Boston already? Bower said something which he only just about heard. “Uh?”
“I said, we will find Abbey.”
“I know.”
He patted Zach on his shoulder. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about her, is that she’s one resilient woman.”
Zach looked at Bower and smiled. “Yeah—” Something out in the black, something far, caught his attention.
Bower tried looking where Zach was looking. “What is it?”
“There’s a light out there, above the city.” He picked up the binoculars which had been sitting on the table, and ran closer to the east facing window. He then looked in the direction of the light that was sparkling, adjusting the focus to get a clearer view.
“What is it?” said Bower standing just behind him.
“It’s hard to see, there’s—”
The light zipped upwards and disappeared.
“What the fuck,” said Fiona standing behind both of them with a small bottle in her hand. “You saw that right?”
“Yup,” said Zach.
Bower rubbed his chin.
Fiona moved closer to the window, her nose almost touching the glass. “That wasn’t any chopper.”
“No,” said Zach, still scanning the sky with the eyepieces.
“Can you see anything else?” said Fiona.
Zach went to reply, when two more lights appeared where the first one used to be.
“There! Look!” said Fiona.
Bower turned looking for the crate they carried up. “We
got a high quality scope around here somewhere.”
Freeman and Diaz both slowly walked over to the windows.
“What’s the fuss about?” said Diaz.
“Look,” said Fiona pointing.
“What are they?” said Diaz.
Zach looked at her. “You sensing anything out there?”
“Well, yeah, there’s lots out there, why?”
“Anything—”
“What!” said Diaz as another of the lights flittered upwards into oblivion. “That’s some UFO shit.”
Zach turned away from the window. “I have to get closer.”
Bower walked back to the window, with a long scope in his hand. “Closer to what? Those things? Out there?”
“I’ll go alone, it will be safer.”
“Hell you will,” said Fiona.
“Sir, there’s plenty of bad out there right now. I can sense them all around us, and it just gets worse the further into the city,” said Diaz.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll stick to the buildings.”
Fiona stood in front of him. “You’re not going alone.”
“Okay fine.” He turned to Bower. “I’ll stay in contact with you on the radio. I’m just going to go a few miles further in, then I’ll return.”
“Okay…”
Diaz looked concerned. “Sir, let me come with you.”
Zach shook his head. “You’re needed here.”
He then put his jacket on, threw his rifle over his shoulder and checked his pockets for a flashlight and extra ammo.
Bower leaned back into the crate and pulled out two flash bang grenades and handed them to him.
Zach smiled and put them in his jacket pockets. He looked around the others that were silent. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
He went to leave when he saw Reed looking at him from the back of the bar. “I’ll be right back, kid.”
Reed nodded.
Zach and Fiona descended the stairs, coming out into the absolute black of the lobby. He switched his flashlight on, keeping it pointed down, and they both navigated their way through the main doors and into the parking lot. The air was cool and full of exotic noises.
They both leaned against the Humvees.
Zach leaned closer to Fiona. “Follow me, keep close to the buildings and yards along the sidewalk.”
She nodded, and they both set off, running to the sidewalk and then keeping tight up against the nearest walls.
A loud shriek rang out around them, and Zach ducked down turning the flashlight off. He could hear his and Fiona’s breathing even amongst the sounds of nocturnal things. He reached back until he felt Fiona behind him, then grabbed her hand and pulled it against the wall that they were crouched against.
“Lets go,” he whispered.
Letting their hands trail against brick and wood, they managed to move forward even without the light from the flashlight. At one point Zach fell slightly when they got to a curb, but he kept going and they both reached the other side, pushing themselves up against whatever vertical barrier was there.
He briefly turned the flashlight back on to get his bearings, then kept on running. It wasn’t long before they had traveled a few hundred yards, and homes were now on both sides of the street.
“I can’t see the city from here, we need to get to the back of one of these buildings. We need to cross the street.”
“Okay.”
He grabbed her hand, and they both sprinted across the asphalt, jumping up on the sidewalk at just the right time. He then turned the flashlight on and off to get a glimpse of the closest building. In the fraction of a second it was illuminated, a large multi-story house with a triangular roof became visible, with a sloped driveway.
“This will do,” said Zach. He tentatively felt for the railings that ran up to the front door, then walked quickly up the steps, to the entrance. He then pushed on the door, but it was locked. Fiona crouched down on the steps trying to see into the darkness around them. Even though both of their eyes had adjusted, it was still only possible to make sense of a few feet ahead.
“Going to have to break it. Get ready to get inside fast,” he said.
He stepped back a few feet, then rammed his shoulder into the wood paneling, which shuddered but did not break. His other shoulder started to ache, but he stepped back and repeated the procedure, this time the door fell open, and they both ran inside and closed it behind them.
As they laid in the darkness on the hardwood floor, they could hear the metal railings they had just used as a guide, twisting and bending, until there was a snapping sound. Zach scrambled forward as quickly as he could and pushed his back up against the door, just as something pushed on it. He quietly took his rifle off his shoulder and gripped it. A sniffling grunting noise came from outside, and then something shuffling away, receding into the night.
“I think it’s gone,” said Fiona.
Zach turned the light on briefly again, just enough to get the lay of the room around them.
“Help me with this,” he said getting to his feet and walking to a heavy looking sideboard.
They both lifted and carried it, shuffling across the floor until it was up against the door.
“Let’s get upstairs.”
Remembering where the stairs were, they both walked up them, feeling the wall until they were onto a landing with a deep carpet. He turned the flashlight on, and pointed it down. They were in a hallway with striped wallpaper with large black and white photographs of yachts. They walked towards the back of the house, opening a bedroom door, then walked to the large back window which gave them an unparalleled view of the city.
Both of their mouths fell open as they both looked across at the light show on display.
“Diaz was right, that’s some UFO shit,” said Fiona.
Zach held his rifle up and looked down the scope. Rectangular shapes with lights at their four corners and one larger one in the bottom center were hovering over one of the vine covered monoliths. An intense beam would shine down every few seconds as if the strange shapes were looking for something.
As he watched in silence, a strange sensation began to creep over him. A realization that what he was looking at, the Cascade and even Abbey leaving was all connected, but he had no idea how.
He pulled his radio out and clicked it on. “We’re safe. We’re about two miles east of your position, on the second floor of a home. Over.”
“You seeing the lights?”
“Sure am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The morning light streamed into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains. Zach opened his eyes then looked to his left, Fiona was still asleep. He slowly sat up, then walked to the window and looked out at the city they had been up most of the night observing. The scene a few miles away was its usual fury of E.L.F activity, and from what he could see was no different to the day before.
“Are they back?” said Fiona stretching.
“Not that I can see.”
“Ugh, I wonder if there’s any kind of running water back at the restaurant, there’s only so many times I can sleep in the same clothes.”
Zach continued watching through the window. “I doubt there is.”
“Any word from the others?”
“No.”
“I’m going to go look downstairs see if I can find any food.”
“Okay.”
She briefly looked at him standing there, then left the bedroom.
Both of them had spent until daybreak watching the strange craft hover over the city and then disappear into the heavens. Not many words were exchanged between them as the hours rolled on, but they both agreed that whatever they were, they were not human made. Zach felt like he was beginning to get a glimpse into the bigger picture of how the Cascade came about, but for now those were thoughts he needed to keep to himself.
She stood in a large kitchen which obviously had belonged to people of means. Large glass external doors allowed a view of the city whic
h was probably even better than the bedroom windows on the floor above. Just outside was a wooden deck, most of which was missing. The rest was snapped and splintered planks which sat on the edge of a precipice to the valley below. Fiona hoped the foundations of the house were not similarly damaged.
Flying creatures flew by in the distance, hundreds of feet above the ground, but parallel with the house. She ducked down below the kitchen counter. Crouching on the ground, she started opening the ground level cupboards around her.
“Ah,” she said pulling out cans of spaghetti which looked like they had been in there long before even the Cascade happened. She looked at the top of the tin. “Best before 2010”
“Maybe not,” she said to herself, putting it back.
Peering up over the counter she couldn’t see anything in the sky, and started opening the higher cupboards. Most were empty but one revealed a packet of plain crackers. She opened them and started crunching down on one.
Zach appeared in the kitchen doorway. “We should get back.”
A short time later, they were back in the restaurant. Everyone was sat near each other on tables and chairs.
“I’m just going to call it, those were some alien fucks,” said Harper.
Everybody was silent, including some that were shifting uncomfortably in their seats.
“I mean, right?”
“I don’t know of anything in the military that could maneuver like whatever those things could,” said Zach.
“Me neither,” said Fiona.
“I know our mission is recon to Boston, but we have stumbled upon something pretty big here, maybe it’s time to think about returning to Texas,” said Bower.
Zach knew he was right, but leaving Abbey out here was not an option. “Some of us should return.”
“I don’t think dividing up is a good idea,” said Bower. “We have also only got one Cascader, which means one of the groups will be left exposed.”
Ada cleared her throat as if she wanted to say something. She was sitting near the bar, with Reed and Emilia close by. Zach and Fiona looked across at her.
“There’s something you want to say?” said Fiona.
