Keeping their heads above water, in one sense, while the actual water levels were lower than ever.
Billy showed them in. Felicity had Marcie balanced on a hip as she stood in the hallway, making a show of ogling Terry Henry Walton.
“Why, TH, have you been working out? My! Whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” she said seductively. Billy rolled his eyes, and Char smiled.
Char angled in close to Felicity, whispering as she passed. “Sex. We are having so much sex, we don’t have time to eat or sleep. Frankly, I’m exhausted!” Char’s purple eyes twinkled at the shorter woman.
Now it was Felicity’s turn to roll her eyes. Terry blushed and stopped so he could stroke the baby’s head. “What a beautiful little girl,” he said, then stepped back and hurried into Billy’s study.
He took his usual chair, spinning it around so he could cross his arms on the backrest and lean forward. Char pulled her chair close, resting her hand easily on Terry’s leg.
Billy sat in his chair and looked at the papers filling the table before him.
“Look what you’ve done to me, TH. I’m a paper-pusher. I’m a fucking bureaucrat. If it weren’t for those two ladies in the hallway, I think I’d have to take a horse and ride away.”
Terry put up a hand, “Hang on there, big fella. I never said anything about paperwork. I was never a fan and can’t imagine how that crap followed me in here!” he countered.
Billy waved a hand over the piles, “I need these to keep everything straight. It was you who made me the master of logistics. And what the hell is that all about? I used to run this town!” he whined. Felicity strolled in and took her seat on the couch, bouncing the baby. Char watched them and smiled.
Terry looked at Char, forgetting about Billy’s tirade.
When Terry looked back, Billy was watching them all. He had improved his ability to study people. He’d grown past his jealousy and despite Felicity’s constant flirting, he knew that no matter what happened, she’d be at his side whenever he needed her. He watched Terry and Char. The change in their relationship was obvious. They always had to be touching each other.
“You called?” Terry said to bring everyone’s attention back to whatever Billy had in mind.
“Right. What the hell was that thing?” He pointed towards the FDG area.
“A Pod,” Terry answered, not elaborating.
“Thanks for that, jagoff. What the hell is a pod and who was flying that thing?” Billy pressed.
“It’s a special vehicle used to shuttle people and material from orbit to earth and back again. As for who was flying it, I honestly can’t tell you. The pilot never got out.”
“Earth to orbit?” Felicity interjected, leaning forward and almost dropping Marcie. The baby began to cry.
“Take her out of here, woman!” Billy ordered.
“Not one chance in hell of that happening,” Felicity replied with a lip curl. She stood and bounced the baby, who quickly quieted. Felicity walked around the room, bouncing to keep the baby happy as she listened intently.
Billy waved her off. “Someone came to see you from outer space? Out with it, dickhead! I’m not playing twenty fucking questions,” Billy growled.
Terry sighed. “His name is Akio and he’s one of the Queen Bitch’s inner circle,” he started to explain, using terms that he thought Billy would best understand. “He didn’t say where he’s been or if TQB is back, but he told us we were doing the right thing, building the Force de Guerre, expanding New Boulder. He suggested that the north side of Chicago might be more accommodating with industry, infrastructure, and the fresh water that we’ll need for all of it.”
Akio hadn’t said all of that, but if he knew what Terry was thinking, then that would have been it.
“I think we’re going to have to move New Boulder,” Terry said.
“Shit!” Billy erupted. “We need to take down the generator for some work that the engineer and the mechanic need to do to keep it running. I’ve been holding them off, but they are growing insistent. We’ll need Lacy and your technical people in the plant today to go through what needs done. Then tomorrow night, we shut things down.”
Terry wondered how the topic had changed so suddenly, but asked Char to find Clemson and send him to the barracks to order the whole platoon to report to the power plant for duty. Terry recognized that there wasn’t anything more important in New Boulder than making sure the power plant remained functioning.
Clemson had been sitting outside the front door, playing with Clyde. He’d run off as soon as he heard the message. Clyde wanted in, but Char wouldn’t let him because he still smelled, and probably would for days. He started howling and leaned against the front door, wishing for it to open.
“Let me tell you a story, Billy,” Terry started, settling in to come clean with the mayor. “We were in Antarctica and things were looking up before they started looking down. Some renegades flying alien fighters came up against the U.S. Navy. Those ships would have been destroyed if Bethany Anne herself hadn’t shown up in her new warship.” Terry took the pitcher of water that was on the table and poured himself a drink.
Billy waited patiently. Felicity was zeroed in on every word that Terry said. Char absently stroked Terry’s leg, listening intently. She hadn’t heard the story before either.
“Bethany Anne, also known as The Queen Bitch, made short work of those people, but it was Antarctica and we didn’t know that she’d come or that she’d won. We’d found a secret base and were trying to keep it hidden from the United States Navy, while at the same time avoiding a conflict with a Marine unit embarked on the USS Wasp. I wouldn’t fight Marines, no matter what. I’d been one earlier in my life, you see. But that’s neither here nor there.”
Terry took another drink, looking down at the table.
“So we hid the entrance to the base and headed out into the Antarctic tundra. Holy shit, it was cold. The snow had kicked up and we didn’t know where the hell we were going. We lost a couple people who rode their snowmobiles into a fissure. We left a couple of Bethany Anne’s own behind with those in the base, and they were the best off, because she won the battle and called off the Navy before they came after us.”
Terry’s eyes glistened as he relived that day. “She found us. I was using my body to shield Melissa, the woman who would later be my wife, the mother to my child. But that only happened because Bethany Anne revived me, because Akio had told her I was one of the good ones. When she saw me sacrifice my life to save the life of another, she agreed. With resources at her command, and I don’t know exactly what those were, she brought me back from the edge of death. She told me that I had nanocytes running through my blood, little machines that would repair damage to my body, make me better at everything.”
He looked at them before he pulled his knife and slashed deep into his arm. Billy and Felicity watched as the wound healed before their eyes. Terry put the knife away.
“I’m sixty-five years old,” he added, snickering at the look of shock on Felicity’s face. “Melissa and I were married, kind of settled down into a normal life, had a baby, and then the world fell apart. I couldn’t fucking save them. I was condemned to live a long time, to remember it all, relive it again and again. But here we are, and Akio has returned to tell me that he has faith in me, in us, in what we are doing. I have a purpose again, a reason to exist, to continue to do TQB’s bidding, and I will do that, to my very last breath.”
Billy acted like he wanted to speak, but Terry held up a hand to stop him. “When Char came into my life, I knew that I had been forgiven, me, the Nomad had been found. Char is enhanced, too, just in a little bit different way, but none of that matters. We aim to be married, and I don’t know what we need to do to make that happen.”
Billy finally leaned back and stretched. He’d been focused so completely on TH and his story that he wondered if he’d remembered to breathe. Finally, Billy had a morsel that he understood.
“I don’t know who this Be
thany Anne is or this Akio, but if you will do anything for them, then so will I. As for marriage, I have a book here where I write it down and that’s it. Do you want me to do that, because that’s all there is to it. I was never a ceremony kind of guy.”
Terry turned to Char, and she nodded, just enough for him to see. He couldn’t look away from the sparkle in her eyes. “Yes, please. Write it now, if you would, Billy.”
Billy Spires, Mayor of New Boulder, dutifully pulled a small notebook from a bookshelf to the side of the table. He started to make the notations. “Char, what’s your last name?”
“I have none. It’s just Charumati,” she said, smiling at Terry.
“You do now. Congratulations to Terry and Char Walton. The angels are singing and all that happy horseshit,” Billy intoned. Felicity walked the two steps to him and back-handed him across his head.
“Why do you want to mess up something beautiful like that, you Neanderthal?” she cried.
Billy grimaced before looking up. “Do you want me to write our names in here, babe?” he asked.
“Is that your idea of a proposal?” Felicity drawled, shaking her head. “I expect that will be the best I get, so sure, write our names in there, too. Felicity Spires. Hmm. I’m going to have to think on that.”
“What’s there to think about?” Billy wondered.
“Taking the man’s last name is so twentieth century, Billy dear,” Felicity drawled. “Maybe we should change the standard where no one takes anyone else’s name.” She stood next to Billy, tickling his neck with a finger while their daughter giggled.
Billy closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He used to be somebody, where his word was the law. He let out one big breath. It sounded like a sigh.
“Right, there we are. Did we actually conduct any business today?” Billy asked Terry.
“Power Plant, check. Move to Chicago, tentative. Continue growing the population here in the interim, check. Continue building the Force, check. Two marriages, check. Let’s see what else. Clyde found a skunk and Blackbeard now has a pet grizzly cub. That about wraps it. We need to get going, check out the power plant, and see that our people are in place and ready to give one hundred percent.”
Terry stood to leave. “Hang on, you two,” Billy called. “Maybe we should have some kind of celebration. It’s not every day that people make the ‘til- death-do-us-part commitment. Tomorrow afternoon, here, we’ll have something and then we’ll shut the plant down and get to work.”
“So let it be written, so let it be done,” Terry quoted.
“Yul Brynner! Good call,” Char stated as they walked out, hand in hand, to an impatiently waiting Clyde. Billy had no idea what they were talking about. That seemed to be most of the time. He’d talk with Felicity about what she took from the crazy story that Terry told. Sixty-five years old? No way.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
“Let’s stop by, see the old place?” Sue asked as the pack worked its way west of the Air Force Academy. They were getting close and with an effort could make it where they were headed in one more day.
“Is there anything we need from there?” Timmons asked.
“We left a fair bit of gunpowder there,” Merrit reminded him.
“I know that, but do we need it?” Timmons replied.
“Come on, man. We can always use gunpowder, just in case we need to blow something up, like a Werewolf alpha for example.” Merrit looked sideways at Timmons before turning toward the old compound. They had blown the chapel up, removing the telltale spires from the skyline. Timmons smiled. That had been a good demolition. It took all of them to figure out the right places to put the charges, then they used paper fuses of different lengths, lighting them in sequence for a simultaneous blast.
The result was most gratifying.
“Yes. Let’s get the gunpowder. If need be, we’ll blow Marcus to kingdom come. Fuck that prick.” Timmons postured, but not for the others. His anger was real, and he was no longer afraid.
The pack, in human form, headed downhill toward their old stomping grounds, walking casually as they considered the place to be their own.
They spread out as they walked onto the upper deck that overlooked the parade ground. Timmons was happy to see that the deer had returned and were grazing peacefully. He smiled and started stripping. The others followed and soon, seven Werewolves were stalking their prey.
***
“No! There was supposed to be a ceremony and a wedding dress and a real wedding. You can’t reduce it to just getting your names written in a book,” Margie Rose sobbed almost hysterically. Terry looked horrified, while Char remained calm. She waved him away, and he bolted from the house to find Clyde and throw him in the nearest lake, scrub him some more so he didn’t stink them out of the house.
“We are having a formal reception at the mayor’s home tomorrow. That is where everything becomes official. Then, maybe TH and I can have a proper honeymoon,” Char said soothingly.
“I think you have honeymooned enough, judging by what I’m hearing every night since you returned from that last trip. I have to put a pillow over my head!” Margie Rose perked up, torn between being embarrassed and proud.
“Sorry about that, but we’ve found that we’re compatible in all the right ways, if you know what I mean,” Char taunted the old woman.
“I’m sure that I don’t!” Margie Rose replied.
“Tomorrow, Margie Rose. We will be crushed if you aren’t there as our witness, to give me away, do all those things that we need to do,” Char purred.
The old woman smiled and used the back of her arm to wipe the tears from her face. Char draped her arm casually over Margie Rose’s back as they stood and headed for the kitchen.
“I knew you two were a match made in heaven. You tell me if he ever hurts you, dear, and I’ll take care of things right quick!” Margie Rose claimed, brandishing her wooden spoon. They caught a glimpse of TH running after Clyde, who was doing everything he could to avoid his human.
“I better get baking. Can’t show up to the mayor’s house and a wedding empty-handed!”
Char excused herself and went outside, where she found TH lying on the ground, having given up catching Clyde. She sat down next to him, placing a hand on his chest.
“Do you think they’ll be able to fix the turbine?” she asked. They’d gone to the power plant before returning home and met with the engineer. They’d talked extensively with the members of the Force about their roles and responsibilities.
Lacy understood better than anyone because she’d worked most of her life in the plant. James understood, too, but for this mission, Terry put Lacy in charge. No one balked, because she had spoken from a position of authority.
“I do think they’ll be able to get it running again, but it’s going to take a little while. I expect we’ll be there the whole time helping. I’ve read some technical manuals and can help figure things out.”
“So our honeymoon is going to be spent babysitting our power plant?”
Terry shrugged. “I guess so. It’s not like we can go on a cruise or anything. I promise, when there is anything honeymoon-like to be had, I will seize it in both hands and deliver it to you.”
“That will have to do, Colonel Walton.”
“It will indeed, Major Charumati,” Terry replied before leaning in for a long, hot kiss that was eventually interrupted by a wet dog nose as Clyde tried to work his way in between his two humans.
“Got you, you mongrel!” Terry cried triumphantly, hand embedded in Clyde’s thick neck hair. With Char’s help, they carried him to what was left of the watering hole. Terry waded in and dunked poor Clyde for the second time that day, scrubbing him with his hands and the quickly muddying water. Terry let go and Clyde swam to the bank where he shook himself twice, then ran away as if he’d been stung by a bee.
Terry and Char returned to the house, where Margie Rose was humming to herself happily while working in the kitchen. Terry thought he’d get a re
prieve, but he didn’t. As soon as the old woman saw them, she put them both to work. Terry cursed himself for not bringing a beer inside with him. There were two left and they weren’t getting any fresher the longer they sat buried in the cool dirt beneath the house.
He was always of the belief that it never hurt to ask, so he tried it. “I’m going to run outside and get a beer. Does anyone else want anything?”
“You are not,” Margie Rose replied without further explanation.
***
Having gorged the day before and then slept well, the pack found new energy to greet the daybreak.
Ted asked, “Are we there yet?”
After so many weeks of running, Timmons finally smiled when he answered. “Today, my friend.”
They packed their clothes, assumed Were form, and ran from the Academy grounds. Next stop, that shitty little place where Char disappeared.
Timmons set the pace, running quickly. The others easily loped after him.
***
Mark showed up at Margie Rose’s house just after sunrise. He knocked pleasantly, surprising the old woman, who was already in the kitchen. She cautiously looked out the window, recognizing Mark from the previous times Terry had had some of the Force to the house.
He waved timidly at her.
Margie Rose yelled up the stairs, interrupting a rather vigorous coed wrestling match ongoing in Terry and Char’s room. The noise stopped and Terry yelled back, sounding out of breath, “Be right down.”
There was some scrambling, a loud thump as if a piece of furniture got knocked over, and finally the door opened. The two walked out as if they owned the world, walking casually down the stairs and to the front door. Clyde raced down after them.
“What do you do with that dog during….?” Margie Rose couldn’t say it. Terry wouldn’t take the bait.
“He plays, too,” Char said matter-of-factly. The old woman waved her spoon at them as she looked away, wondering why she asked the question in the first place.
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