by Angela White
“Why me?”
“It’s your mom!” Becky pointed out.
“You guys all caused it,” Charlie stated. “You can all fix it.”
“How?” Matt asked.
“How do I know?”
“But you do, though,” Jennifer insisted. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” Charlie admitted reluctantly. “She wants me to take charge of you guys.”
As the other kids frowned, Charlie hurried to explain his side of it. “I’ve told her I don’t want that. I like having friends.”
“Take charge for what?” Becky asked.
Charlie looked to Angela now, not sure if he was supposed to trust them with these secrets.
Angela kept scribbling. “Go on.”
“She wants...”
“Safe Haven needs...” Angela led, staying busy with her imaginary note taking.
“Safe Haven needs a team of defenders that no one would suspect,” Charlie explained. “She wants us to be like, well, spy kids, I guess.”
The tent erupted with excited promises and apologies that allowed Angela to put the pen down and take back over.
“The first rule, the only one that is to never be crossed for any reason...” Angela paused to be certain they were listening. “Is loyalty to the group. We are a team. The four of you, myself and Adrian, and in time, a few others.”
“Will we do things?” Charlie asked eagerly. “With you and Adrian?”
“Yes. We’ll meet at least once a week as a complete team and there will be endless lessons, drills, and tests.” Angela looked at Matt. “Repeat your question.”
Matt swallowed nervously and then let himself grow. “You answered it, I think.”
Angela nodded. “Good. Share your discovery with the team.”
Matt reddened a bit. “I’m dangerous.” He looked across the isle of student desks. “Rebecca’s here because she’s a killer. She doesn’t wound. She goes for your weak spot and squeezes.”
It was a level of intelligence that none of them, Charlie included, had thought Matt capable of. “Yes.” Angela finished the point. “Show them what you and Matt will contribute in the future.”
Becky concentrated.
“I saw that!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“So did I,” Charlie added.
“Me too,” Matt revealed, causing silence to fall. “How is that possible?”
They looked up to see Angela’s eyes were crimson.
“Power rubs off in many ways,” Angela and the witch stated in eerie tandem. “It can also be shared.”
Angela concentrated. “For exactly ten seconds, each of you will join for a moment. Try to relax.”
It was hard work, finding and then linking into so many minds. Angela drew harder from the rookies outside the tent.
“What was that?”
“Don’t know. Record it and shake it off.”
Angela tuned the outside voices to a lower setting and shoved the doors open all at once.
“Ten seconds. Get to know each other.”
All four teens tensed, gripping desks and muttering as they struggled to close off their secrets.
Angela made them hold out for the full count.
“Ten.” She broke the line, and the rookies outside reacted first.
“We’ll have Li Sing check the stock dates.”
“Maybe the mylar bags aren’t keeping things out. We’ll do it when we’re done.”
Angela stifled a yawn. “For ten seconds you were vulnerable, unprotected except for your minds. Imagine what I could do if I were evil.”
She had their attention and small flecks of determination were building in their gazes.
“Or mission is to protect these people and that means guarding what they need. I mean the supplies and camp itself, of course, but more importantly, the chain of command.” Angela pulled them into the dream. “We’re walking targets. We need you. Your attitude, your flaws and anger–all of it. Put them together and keep us alive, so that we can do the same for our country.”
4
Kyle, Cynthia, and Seth were waiting nearby, early, as Angela stepped out of the tent.
She waved the rookies over first. “You guys feel anything strange while we were in there?”
All but three of them nodded or said yes, and Angela smiled. “Thought it was just me. Everyone who did, go see John and get a quick check. If you didn’t, stay on duty.”
Kyle watched her thin the rookie herd in admiration. The three men who hadn’t spoken up were exchanging satisfied looks that Angela encouraged with her low words when the others were gone. “After your shift, have a good meal and some extra water; add another hour of sleep so that you can build up a tolerance.”
Kyle grinned as she joined them. “You just made their day.”
Angela lit a smoke. “It was a good two hours. They’ve chosen to spend a few minutes alone, practicing here. You three are welcome to go in, but please remember to observe only. They know what they’re doing or I wouldn’t have them doing it yet.”
Angela, exhausted, headed for the tent across from them. She slid inside and stopped. She’d hoped to find Marc or even Zack but Adrian was running the workout canvas tonight and she hesitated.
Adrian didn’t look up from his clipboard. “Brace for a pulse, gentlemen.”
Angela needed the refill. Directing the weak, wild teenagers had drained her. She inhaled greedily, openly, and the teams stiffened at the draw.
Adrian blocked the stream, not sending any of his light.
Angela was grateful.
She was also disappointed.
5
Kyle led Seth and Cynthia into the tent, not sure what to expect. It wasn’t four quietly working teenagers.
“Too hard,” Charlie muttered, wincing. “Don’t get my fingers.”
“Too bright!” Jennifer protested. “Ease off some.”
Matt put his head on the desk. “Stop thinking about that.”
Becky giggled. “I smell him. Sorry.”
“That’s disgusting,” Matt moaned.
Now Jennifer laughed and Charlie groaned, “No more, please. We give. Right, Matt?”
“Yes,” Matt surrendered. “We’ll take the first shift.”
Jennifer laughed again, making Kyle’s heart clench. It was a beautiful sound.
“Nice job,” Jennifer stated.
“I agree,” Becky affirmed. “We make a good team.”
“I think I know what else me and Bec…Rebecca were supposed to understand.” Matt stood up, feeling better than he had in a while. “You guys need us for energy, but for strength, too. You couldn’t have kept the doors open without our concentration.”
Their first exercise had been boys vs girls–one trying to open the line, while the others tried to close it.
Kyle and Seth were surprised at the cooperation, but Cynthia was shocked. Matt was laughing, getting along, and fitting it. It was amazing.
“We owe him,” Cynthia murmured lowly. “He’s a genius.”
Kyle and Seth gently eased Cynthia from the tent. “Not him, her. This is Angela’s project.”
“She’s the genius this time,” Seth reinforced. “And you’re on her team.”
Cynthia got the point. “I’ll make sure she knows how much we appreciate it.”
Kyle felt Jennifer come to the flap. “Tell her our gratitude will extend to Marc, as well.”
Seth added another layer, watching Becky and Jennifer joke as if they’d been friends for a lot longer. “We’d also like to know some personal things, like her favorite color, scent, and book, so we can deliver them with chocolate and wine sauce.”
Cynthia laughed and the two men grinned at her. Each of them had an anti-social teenager to care for, but now, they also had a support group. The kids, and the adults.
“I need to practice. Will you help me?”
Becky’s question to Seth was repeated by the two other eager teens, and Cynthia quickly spoke up. “We could go to my t
ent and make pizzas during. I have a few boxes of mix stashed.”
“Yeah!”
“Sure.”
The group moved away together, leaving Charlie standing by himself. Instead of feeling forgotten, he was full of pride and eager nervousness. They’d voted him team leader. His mom had given him one of his secret wishes. Team leader and Tracy went hand-in-hand. He wouldn’t get one without the other.
Charlie looked over his shoulder to see his mom now leaning against the outside of the training tent. Before he could thank her, she directed his attention to the lone female stepping into the back of the mess supply truck.
Charlie’s heart thudded painfully as Adrian entered the truck a few seconds later.
“Stiff competition,” Angela stated carefully, aware that they were feeling roughly the same pain.
Charlie understood. He didn’t want to sympathize with her on this one, but with his own emotions boiling, it was hard not to.
Angela left the mental doors open, needing him to see that she didn’t want to feel like this either. “You fight or give in,” she told him tiredly. “I love your dad. There’s never been any other choice for me.”
“I want her in the same ways I feel between you two, but I don’t understand love,” Charlie answered reluctantly.
“You’re scared of it,” Angela guessed, turning her back as the truck rocked sharply. “Want and need are always there, sometimes even with people you hate. With love, you’d die to be near them.”
Charlie followed her slow retreat. “But you care for him so much!”
“Stop.” Angela couldn’t stand to hear it, not from her mouth or his. “Human hearts are not confined by man’s laws, Charlie. You can’t set a limit on how many people you care for. If fate says to...love someone, you do.”
Angela held the flap up on her tent. “The only thing that matters is reaction. I have a commitment, willingly made, and I would never break it.”
Angela got him settled with a bottle of water and a bag of apple chips. “You don’t have any limits. The female you’re looking at isn’t claimed or bound to someone. She’s fair game, with no challenge or dishonor.”
Charlie was relieved to find that his mom knew his secret, but wasn’t flipping. He hadn’t been sure. “What does she want?”
Angela leaned back in her seat. “Funny you should ask. I picked up a couple things a few nights back.”
Angela didn’t feel guilty about the weaknesses she was set to reveal. The realization that her son was in love had brought a lot of thoughts out, but the most important was how to help him get what he needed. Today had reminded her of that goal and provided a perfect opportunity to deliver it.
“She wants to be needed all the time, not just when a man wants to play with her.”
Another parent might have shut it down already, and Angela thought she would have gone that way too, if not for a conversation she’d overheard.
“I was on duty outside the showers. My girls haven’t adjusted for the female Eagles on duty being able to get closer. I took advantage.”
“And what you heard helped her?”
Angela nodded, giving her approval. “It swung me in her favor.” Angela connected them; let him hear the words for himself.
“He put a flower in your tent again.”
Tracy sighed wistfully over the lightly running water. “That little man needs to grow up faster.”
Leslie understood what that meant and gasped, “No way Angie goes for it! Get it out of your mind now.”
“I don’t think he plans to tell her,” Tracy confided lowly.
“You’re encouraging him?” Leslie asked in surprise. “You better stop it now. He’s getting serious.”
Tracy’s miserable sigh echoed. “I know. He’s too young until October.”
“Young, hell. He’s going to be a leader here, Tracy. He can’t have a whore for his mate”
Silence fell for a moment, tense, and Angela was forced to consider her own bias.
“I’ll let him down soon,” Tracy confirmed unhappily. “And that’s the only reason why. I won’t hurt the dream.”
Leslie didn’t understand. “You have Adrian, among others. Why would you want little Charlie?”
Angela stiffened at the confirmation, breath held in silence as she waited for the answer.
“They don’t really need me, not like Charlie. He already craves time with me, and it’s never been sexual. When we...if we ever got that close, I might...”
“What?” Leslie pushed. “Fall in love with him?”
“How could anyone not love that Sweetheart” Tracy scoffed softly, thinking of the trinkets and poems she’d found on her pillow over the last month. They meant nothing compared to the way he looked at her. “It’s more of a satisfaction issue. He’ll please me, instead of the other way around. And I don’t mean sex.”
Leslie was shocked. “You can’t pick Charlie in any way, and then go service Adrian. It would break Charlie’s heart.”
Tracy stunned both women with the answer.
“Maybe, if I had him, I wouldn’t want to do that for these men anymore. I’d want to change.”
Angela had finished the shift in deep contemplation. When it was over, she’d found herself looking for the right way to give them both what they wanted.
Charlie caught most of it through their connection and Angela regarded him tenderly. “You’re a good son. I couldn’t be prouder of you. If she’s what you want, you have my blessing to try.”
Charlie was stunned to find out that he’d been making progress. “Thank you.”
“Need her for more than fun, and you’ll have a bond that will last.” As she said it, Angela reluctantly accepted that she shared the same connection with Adrian. And after only months, it was unbreakable.
6
Samantha concentrated, falling into that beautiful place where only she and nature existed. Called the zone or a groove, she sometimes wished she could stay there forever.
The buzzing got louder, and Sam steeled herself. What she was doing would probably get her stung, but she was curious as to how the shield would react. They could make it go up with enough worry and keep it from going up if one of them was out of the perimeter, but how did it pick those boundaries? Did it recognize the caution tape? That was today’s question to be answered.
Sam had brought two female rookies with her. She’d had them adjust the caution tape to include the tree she was standing under and then made them get clear so they wouldn’t be hurt. On one of the low branches of the tree, an enormous beehive was alive with violently protected activity.
When she tapped the hive, the mental concern from her and her witnesses should trigger the shield. They’d been instructed to observe, one each, the tape and the perimeter line, to discover where the shield came up.
Am I ready? Sam was strangely ecstatic to be doing such a stupid thing. “Born that way.”
She sent out her senses, searching, reading what nature had to say. It was easy to pick up the unease of the bees as she stood below them. Samantha quickly jumped up and punched the branch, not crazy enough to hit the hive directly.
As she touched the ground, the bees exploded from the hive, and Sam found herself being jerked away from them and pushed into the creek that she’d planned to jump into if chased.
Jeremy dove in after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her body tightly up against his. As the bees flew over, he hit the button on his air horn.
The blast sent the bees away, and Jeremy lumbered to his feet, dragging Sam up. He pulled them onto the bank, ready to defend them against the things that sometimes came out of the water.
Sam gasped air into her lungs, coughing. She’d hit the water with her mouth open in surprise.
Jeremy waved the rookie females back as they came to the bank. “Keep the camp away. Tell them someone fell in the creek and we fished them out. No danger.”
The two women left with slightly envious glances as Jeremy gave her a rough
shake.
“Stop being crazy, and do it right now!”
Samantha, who thought she’d had things under control until he interfered, surprised them both by laughing.
Jeremy was instantly offended, and it broke through the cool reserve he’d been treating her with. He jerked her forward and kissed her.
Samantha had chosen Neil by the lines that he and Adrian had noticed, but the deciding factor had been one they hadn’t known to use because they were men. Pleasure was easy for them, but in her life, few men had roused true passion in Samantha. Rick, her shame, and Neil, her light, were two of only four men she’d ever felt lust for. At this moment, with Jeremy breaking the rules and tasting her as if she was the best dessert he’d ever had (His small groans were enough to tighten her chest and send heat into her stomach.) he became the fifth. She’d sensed it all along, that they were more than a match physically.
Samantha curled her arms around his neck, and caught a fiery gasp with her mouth. When she kissed him back, he shuddered against her hip and sealed her decision. She would have them both.
Jeremy drew back, expression wild. “What do you want from me?”
Sam swallowed the pity. In this new world, she made the future.
“Friendship.” She wrapped her arms tighter around him, letting him feel that impossible-to-fight lure of a woman determined to have her way. “And relief.”
It was a line he’d recently used, successfully, on a camp groupie, but hadn’t followed through.
Sam waited, letting the temptation of her being in his arms do the heavy work.
Jeremy fought…for seconds, and then he caved. He wanted her too much to refuse whatever she would give. He’d never been so lonely.
“How does this work? He and I alternate nights and start fighting again?”
Samantha let her hair brush against his cheek and saw his jaw muscle tighten. “How does it usually work when two Eagles pick the same female friend?”
Jeremy didn’t want to answer.
Sam did it for him. “It’s my choice as to who or when. It always has been.”
Jeremy was layered in the humiliation of cheap use. Like the camp whores must feel, he realized with shame that he hadn’t known he should be carrying. He would never treat them the same way again. “Has he agreed?”
