by Angela White
3
Angela heard Dexter’s frantic call–he’d been chosen because he was in the group of people who could both send and receive the mental communications–and then the field phone provided the sounds of explosions and screams.
Angela left the crowded command tent and went outside, groping through the tears. She leaned against the first frame she found and let the agony flow. She’d killed again.
Adrian slowly reached out and placed his hand over her clenched fist. “I’m sorry.”
“I wish I hadn’t been the One,” Angela moaned in misery.
Adrian sent a wave of strengthening comfort, but didn’t say anything. People dying on your watch was an inner horror that liked to surface at the worst possible times.
“Damn you for it.” Angela became aware of his touch and jerked her hand away. She straightened up to glare down at him. “And damn me too, right?”
“Yes. You can’t ever go back now.”
“Then I’ll win. Anything else means they’ve died in vain.”
Adrian stared back, always impressed with her quick recoveries, but not sure she would make it to the end. He needed to do something.
Angela caught the thought and left the area immediately. The guilt was crushing. She wanted his comfort, but if she took it, her plan would fail. She would make it until the end and beyond.
Adrian sighed, leaning against the wall of his wooden cell. He was aware of guards glowering at him, making threatening gestures, but he also felt their concern and their confusion. They couldn’t understand why he’d betrayed them or even how. Those were the men and women he would keep close when the final days came, if Angela let him stay. If she lost and surrendered to Donner, then Adrian would be darted and shipped off to the bunker before he could even try to negotiate.
Adrian’s mind went to what would happen if Angela won, but he stopped himself from exploring it. That was her call now, not his, but common sense said he didn’t have an after. Marc would never allow that.
4
“Is everyone okay?”
“If you’re hurt, shout!”
“Shout so we can find you!”
The calls echoed through the pitch-black cave as Doug hurried to get his flashlight on, hoping they’d fared better than all the moans and groans implied.
Peggy, still smashed between him and the wall, didn’t move.
Doug stepped back carefully, trying not to trip over anyone and Peggy slid to the hard floor without saying a word.
Doug’s fear was tangible as he began to scream for their medic.
In the chaos, Ray and Dale managed to get glow sticks passed out and start guiding people further into the cave. “Keep following the tunnel!”
There was little trouble getting the camp members to move, but those who were wounded or knocked out had to be helped. They’d been lucky the attack had come right before dinner, when most of the camp had been inside the front cave, but they’d also been protected by a plan that had foreseen the attack coming and given them an escape.
“I want an update!” Doug bellowed as the medic examined Peggy.
“Three serious shrapnel wounds, no dead in here,” Ray called, coughing from the dust still shifting down.
“Get them all to the next spot and open your orders,” Doug commanded, now helping their medic lift Peggy to her feet. The smelling salts had brought her around.
“Just pressure change,” the medic stated, going to help with the others that the doctor was working on.
Peggy leaned heavily on Doug, disoriented, as he led her through the darkness.
“Someone go tell the boss what happened,” Tommy called out, not sure where his team was.
No one answered.
Tommy stopped, looking toward the collapsed wall, where there was no noise or movement. As soon as there was time, he and a few of the men would climb around and search for any survivors.
Outside the cave-in was a large pile of rocks and debris that blocked the entrance. Bodies of the enemy lay scattered under this wreckage, but not all of the invaders had been killed, though Tommy’s team had.
Limping into the trees, Sherman held the bleeding wound on his arm and tried to get out of sight of the surrounding camps that were rushing to the area. He could hear the shouting.
Sherman dug his hand under torn cloth and grunted as he ripped a piece of his own gun from his thigh. Blood gushed down his leg and he fell, trying to swallow his moans.
The hurting mercenary used his shirt to bind his leg as tightly as he could and then pushed onto his feet to begin the walk of shame down the mountain. He could go to Donner to report his failure and the deaths of his team or he could walk north until he hit Canada. Ugly things had happened to the rest of them there, but Sherman had been happy with the all-female council. They’d put him up in a nice place, fed him, fucked him, resupplied him, and then Donner had come through in the night and slaughtered everyone. The Butcher.
He’d blamed it on a neighboring house that was in contention for control. They’d eliminated both groups of would-be leaders, which had enabled the US government to send men to ‘help’ the surviving council get themselves back on their feet. Sherman was suddenly filled with fresh hatred. He turned west as the blood poured from his leg. He wasn’t finished here yet.
5
Tonya waited until she had her dry change of clothes before making the switch. She kept herself covered as much as she could. They’d put her in the rear of the jeep with two men who tugged on her wet clothes. They had failed to check her pockets and she was grateful the orders that had insisted she fill them with basic gear.
Tonya slid into the pants first and jerked them up, then let go of her wet clothes to arrange the shirt.
Impatient, the two men clawed at her shirt, ripping it free.
Tonya ignored their hands as she drew on the warm sweater and pried it down between their groping fingers. She didn’t act coy or pretend she was willing, but she also didn’t cry assault. She wasn’t sure which way she would have to play this yet.
Two jeeps behind hers stayed close and the yelling, cheering of those men would have drawn attention if not for the explosions they kept hearing. Somewhere, battles were taking place and Tonya was suddenly glad she wasn’t a part of that. Though she might be raped tonight when this group stopped, they weren’t crazy, just horny, lonely men who hadn’t been with a woman since the war. If she played it right, she might even be able to set up a ‘protection equals good sex’ type of deal with one or two of them. Before Safe Haven, that’s exactly what she would have done with any group that had come through Vegas, what she’d tried to establish with Kenn at first. Now, she had a child to protect and a future to save.
Damn, how I’ve changed, she thought.
“Can one of you boys do me a favor?” she asked kindly, spotting her landmark. There were only so many roads through here and so many places to make a camp or ambush one.
“What’s that, baby?” the man on the right asked, hand rubbing her breast.
“Tell Donner that first explosion was his personal team–the one he sent in because he has no faith that you guys can do the job. The second was your EOD. Good luck getting past all the mines.”
The hands slid from her chest in jerky movements as Tonya smiled coldly. “The next one could either be the tank you brought or the camp you’re taking me to. I don’t remember which one Angela said she was hitting today.”
The men on either side leaned away in fear.
“If you’re smart, you’ll tell your driver to take me to Safe Haven’s gates. You’ll surrender, pick up arms on our side, and find a woman to settle down with. Eventually you’ll have a kid, join our army, and vote for your future.”
Tonya was surprised she’d gotten it all out without stumbling over the words. It wasn’t her normal conversational topics.
“Take us to Donner,” the Captain in the front passenger seat ordered.
The driver turned at the next fork.
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nbsp; Tonya didn’t argue. She used their fear to protect herself, as she’d been instructed. She began laughing like a crazy person. “Bet you boys bleed real heavy.”
She cackled again and the driver sped up as the two men in the back with her scooted over as far as they could.
“Shut up!” the Captain snapped.
Tonya wiped her face of all emotion and sat perfectly still, freaking them out further. Too tense to snicker even mentally, Tonya concentrated. On my way, boss bitch.
She yawned, suddenly exhausted. The immediate response made her twitch.
Thank you. Be careful.
Heart warmed, Tonya shook her head. “Don’t know how someone so cold can make you want to be so close to her. Absolute bullshit.”
The soldiers had little idea what she was talking about and didn’t respond. All of them were either wishing they were already safe in a camp or that they’d shot this crazy woman as soon as she climbed from the water.
6
Angela couldn’t sleep.
She was wondering the deserted camp in slow circles, checking on people and waiting for updates that were still likely hours away. She had a third of her army in enemy hands or enemy areas, and it was unnerving. There was no way she could sleep.
Her guards followed in silent concern, exhausted.
Angela found herself behind the mini-mess, where they had Sergeant Wallz in a pup tent with a guard. She listened to their lowly spoken conversation with guilt and bitterness.
“We’re trying to survive.”
“And I’m following orders.”
“They could be wrong.”
“So could yours.”
“She isn’t.”
“Because she’s a descendant?”
“Because our lives matter to her. She’d never throw us away.”
Angela couldn’t take much of that and moved toward another area of guilt, punishing herself. She ducked into the canvas where they were keeping the other POWs, directing her guards to stay outside.
Shawn ignored the order and Greg waited by the flap.
Silence fell among the nine men inside.
“I’m here to set most of you free. One of you is suspected of serious crimes and you’ll eventually stand trial. One of you,” she said, glaring at the man by her boots. “Will be leaving on the next chopper.” She looked around the room without caring for their disgruntlement. “Those numbers can change, depending on your choice.”
Adrian’s lips thinned as he read more into her words than what she was saying. There was an entire field of walls up in her mind. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was hiding something big.
Angela motioned for the gags and ropes to be removed, warning them, “There are no camp members here, only enemy troops around us. The first one of you who screams is the traitor I’m searching for. I’ll get you before they can get me.”
Tension filled the tent as those here for simple rule violations realized they were keeping company with an assassin.
“I still need fighters who obey orders. You’ve been punished and you’re pissed. When I cut you free, you’ll either say something nasty to me and then see Shawn for an assignment, or get out of my camp without a word. You broke the rules, not me.”
Angela waited as men stood up, moved for the tent flap. She braced for silence.
“I’m taking a piss first.”
“I’ll be back to get my job in a few minutes, boss.”
“Man, you got some nerve, you bitch.”
Angela withstood the nastier comments easily, feeling she deserved every one of them for holding her own people captive.
“Half an hour gentlemen, and then get busy with your assignments,” she ordered. “We have a war to win.”
As men began leaving the tent, rubbing wrists and glowering at their former friends, Angela reminded them, “We have a traitor in this group. Watch out for him.”
Satisfied, Angela stared at the remaining captive, but didn’t see him as she and the witch went to work.
Adrian knew she was tracking each of the men who’d left. It hurt him too when she discovered what she’d been hoping not to.
She gestured and Greg quickly came to her side.
Angela put her mark on the paper in his hand, one she’d insisted on. “Both of them, before they can get down the cliff to the first enemy camp they find. Go now. Tony’s already outside our gates. His girlfriend has killed a sentry to help him escape without being tailed. Due east.”
Greg vanished.
The sound of gunfire echoed shortly after. It was her first official execution and she had insisted on it not being a secret, like Adrian had handled these moments. She’d given the order and she would face her people over it, if the time came.
Worn out, she swayed on her feet, hand going out to grip Adrian’s cage bars–something she’d demanded for him.
Angela was glad they were alone in the tent except for Shawn when Adrian sent his light over her because she accepted it greedily. The stress was nothing compared to the guilt, but even that faded as his warmth surrounded her in a consoling embrace.
Angela filled herself from Adrian’s force, the only man she’d pulled from since becoming Marc’s woman in every way.
Adrian controlled his thoughts as she responded to his caring. It didn’t matter that it might be only for the baby. The moment was perfect in any form.
Adrian’s magic sank down into her and warmed the guts that had suddenly felt cold and foreign. The muscles relaxed, the nausea settled. Angela sighed gratefully. “Thank you.”
“Come over here,” Adrian whispered roughly. “Let me help us both.”
Angela didn’t move and Adrian withdrew his force. “I have to touch you for the healing to work in full. You know that.”
Angela didn’t want Adrian to help her, but she needed this baby as much as she now needed leadership or to win this war.
She went by, leaving the tent.
His groan of denial was music to her. What she’d allowed would hold her for a while, but there would come a time when she would beg him for help and he already knew it.
Angela saw the camp lookouts signaling an incoming vehicle and went to meet the van, not sure who all might be on it at this point. They were about to start the part of the battle where things would be scattered and confusing. She was dreading it.
Kyle stiffly stepped from the van, alone, and Angela waved Shawn over to get his report while she went to open the rear door.
The sight of Conner laying there had been expected, but not crying in fear and remorse as he cowered behind the thickly wrapped crate.
Angela caught enough of his thoughts to understand why he’d been delivered and signaled for him to be placed with his father. She’d known he was hiding something, just not what. His mind was hard for her to get into when he was being defensive and that was all he’d been lately. Discovering that he was obsessed with a camp member wasn’t exactly what she’d thought to handle with Conner, though.
Angela wasn’t sure what to do yet, and stayed outside the tent, listening to the father-son talk that began as soon as the pair was alone.
“They found out.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“Do you want to know what happened?”
“No.”
“Well, I do. Why did she give you up?”
“To save her people, this country.”
“But she loves you!”
“Yes.”
“Then how can she–”
“You’re too young to understand the ways a woman will sacrifice herself for her goals.”
“What…What will happen to me?”
“She’s standing outside. Ask her.”
Angela scowled, but lifted the canvas flap, not about to shirk her duty as leader in this moment either. It came with the blame, as well as fame.
“I don’t know yet. When I do, you’ll be told.”
“And until then, I’m a prisoner?”
“Yes. Yo
u’ve been arrested for a moral violation.”
“And my dad?” Conner accused, shoving over to lean against Adrian’s cage. “Is he under arrest for a moral violation too?”
“No.”
“Then let him go.”
“He’s right, Conner. You are too young to understand the sacrifices, but it’s not just the ones that women make. Men give their lives daily for us now. Your father will be one of those heroes.”
Angela turned and left the tent before she could lose control of her mouth or her emotions. She had a plan and she was sticking to it.
“Will she really hand you over?” Conner asked in a whisper.
Adrian nodded resignedly. “There was a time when she would have killed anyone who even suggested it. Here, now, it was her idea.”
Conner stared up at his dad in concern. “What did you do to her?”
Adrian’s misery filled the drafty tent. “I didn’t find her first.”
Angela paused as an early update snared her witch.
We’re okay. Traveling your way. Dad’s coming.
Angela was glad of the warning. Charlie was helping her control Marc’s anger, but apparently, her time had run out on that front.
He’ll be there shortly. Becky and I are ahead of him by an hour. She refused to quit when Seth told her to. He stayed with dad. Dog and the ants are with him too.
Angela felt his concern and asked, Is she okay?
Uh, yeah.
Charlie’s pause said Angela needed to make sure things were going according to plan. She changed her instructions on the fly, like she’d known would happen in places.
Tell your dad that I can’t reach Doug. And stay with him. You’re not safe here.
Angela hated it that she couldn’t have her family close, but there were government assassins sneaking closer even as she was sending these mental messages, which is why she hadn’t been allowed to stay on site. The duties she was giving Marc would keep them alive. It was being by her side that was likely to get them killed.
