Yes, that had elicited a response, Nina remembered.
Nina with twin ponytails had refused to accept the truth, then deteriorated into panic then, later, relief when Stone actually showed.
She chewed on that thought as she walked across the encampment on yet another relentlessly cold January day in Ohio.
Nina paused as an ambulance drove by transporting wounded from the front lines to the camp's infirmary. Apparently the battle to push west raged and it bothered her that General Hoth would not allow the Wolves to participate.
Nina arrived at the mess tent, opened the door, and went inside.
One good thing about all this, Nina realized; those weird dreams have stopped.
Before she could contemplate any connection between the dreams and the ordeal, a new set of thoughts and emotions overwhelmed the Captain. In a corner sat a lonely thirteen year old girl dressed in a heavy coat and drinking a mug of hot chocolate.
Nina stopped in her tracks and eyed her daughter. Her family.
Denise then caught sight of her mother and a smile grabbed control of her face. A big, genuine smile that nearly warmed the countryside. Then the thirteen-year-old attitude managed to stifle the grin and she nonchalantly returned her attention to the mug of hot drink as if ho-hum just another day.
Nina strolled over and sat at the table, saying, "I heard you were in camp. Sorry, they wouldn't let me out of isolation until now. Standard procedure."
"Yeah, well, you know, it’s no big deal."
"Skipping school again?"
Denise did not answer.
"I’ll let you get away with it this time," mom smiled as she placed an arm on the girl’s shoulder. "Because I’m glad to see you."
"Geez, don’t get all mushy."
Denise tried to sound convincing but she could not even convince her own hands to stop shaking; the mug of hot chocolate shimmied in her grip.
Nina agreed, "Yeah, you’re right."
Neither of them could maintain the charade any longer. Denise’s lips trembled, her drink splashed in shaking hands. Nina reached in and moved the cup to the table top.
"I’m okay. I’m back."
Denise let it rip. She turned and cried and buried her head into Nina’s chest.
"Don’t you ever do that to me! Don’t you ever do that!"
"It’s okay…it’s okay, honey…I’m back."
Sobs followed; sobs and hugs. Nina squeezed her tight.
She wished she could promise her daughter that this would never happen again. She wished she could promise that she would never be a casualty in this war. She wished she could curl up in Annapolis with Denise and just be a mother, not a soldier-mom.
But she could not. She would fight again soon. As long as this war raged, Nina Forest would risk her life. She could not walk away no matter how strong her maternal instincts called.
For now, she held Denise as tight as she could. The two rocked softly back and forth on the bench seat.
"I was so afraid when I heard," Denise said with her head still buried in mom’s arms. "The first thing…the first thing I did was find a way out here. I jumped a train, and then I got a ride with a convoy. I was afraid I’d be too late."
"You’re pretty brave, to come all the way out here."
"I got here and they didn’t know what happened to you. They didn’t know."
"It's okay, sweat heart," Nina stroked Denise's hair. "You can calm down now."
Denise pulled her face out of those loving arms, wiped away a tear, and in a tone that quickly reversed from sad to excited said, "I met Trevor—I mean, I met the Emperor! He was sitting right here! I didn’t know it, I made such an ass—I mean, such an idiot--of myself. You should have—"
"Wait a sec," Nina interrupted. "You saw Trevor Stone here?"
"Yeah, that’s how I knew you were going to make it back."
"How? How did you know that?"
Denise told her, "Because he promised me you were coming back. The Emperor told me he was going to get you himself."
Nina did not know what to say but the obvious question came to mind: Why would the Emperor come all the way out here just for me?
"He promised you’d come home. He promised and he was right."
---
"What’s the status of the 13th Brigade?"
Hoth’s aid—a gritty but dignified gray-haired woman—answered, "Captain Blue’s infantry have secured the intersection at Jamestown. The bulk of his force is proceeding toward Xenia on schedule."
"Signal Captain Downs to proceed with phase two. Remind him that he’s to have his Brigade across Caesar’s Creek in three hours or the schedule will be thrown off."
"I understand," the woman responded.
The aid walked off but Hoth—much to his chagrin—did not stand alone at the map-covered billiards table in the parlor. General Jerry Shepherd hovered at his side.
"Will, I’ve been looking over your rosters and I see you’ve got a couple of extra squads in reserve. I’m thinking I can grab a Blackhawk off Captain Dunston over at Second Tactical Wing and get this search going again."
"No."
Shep cocked his head. "Pardon me, General? I’m not sure I heard correctly."
Hoth came through loud and clear this time. "My orders are to quickly pacify the Ohio area. I can no longer spare troops and supplies to continue the search."
"Your orders come ultimately from Trevor Stone. He’s missing out there, somewhere."
"I’ve read the reports, General Shepherd, from both aerial reconnaissance and ground teams. I also have heard the eye witness reports of yourself and the Dark Wolves. You clearly state that the structure Trevor Stone entered disappeared without a trace."
"I reckon you’d better get to the point of this."
Hoth did. "The point is that Trevor Stone is not out there to be found. He has been killed or transported to another location. The best way to find out what happened is to insert science teams to evaluate the area. That can not happen until we secure that sector. That’s something I’m working on and because I’m now rushed into this action I need all my assets. With all due respect, this is exactly why I opposed the participation of senior staff in the search effort."
Shepherd nearly said something he might regret but managed to bite his tongue. Hoth, however, had more to say.
"General Shepherd, I believe you have been recalled to the estate to discuss this matter."
Shep had, indeed, received orders from Jon Brewer to return to the lakeside mansion to update the key players on the situation. The problem was that Shepherd was not sure of the situation, other than the obvious: they were leaderless. Fortunately, few people knew that yet.
"General Shepherd, leave this operation to my people. We’ve been preparing to push west for some time. Once we take control of the areas around Dayton we’ll be in a better position to analyze what happened. Until then, you’re just getting in my way."
Shep’s eyes widened. "Oh, now, we wouldn’t want to have that, now would we?"
Hoth did not respond. Shepherd knew Hoth did not need to respond because Shep figured that everyone in that room knew Hoth was right. Including Jerry.
Shep rubbed his tired eyes. "I suppose I’ll catch a flight back, then."
"All three of my Eagle shuttles are committed. You’ll need to take the train."
"Oh? Is that a fact?" The edge returned to the senior General’s voice.
Hoth chased that edge away. "It might be a good idea if you headed for the station right away. If memory serves, Captain Forest is taking the next train back east, too. It would be a good idea for her to be escorted by someone who knows her."
Shepherd bit his tongue yet again, nearly hard enough to draw blood, and mumbled, "Well, then, I guess that’s that. You have a really nice day now, you hear?"
Hoth heard.
---
Jon Brewer and Ashley stood in the second floor office at the mansion. Gordon Knox sat in a chair along the wall.
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nbsp; "What do you mean, ‘missing’?"
"According to what Jerry Shepherd saw, the building Trevor entered vanished. Simply disappeared with everyone inside. We searched the area but found no trace. Once the area is secured by Army Group North we'll send Omar and science teams to the site to evaluate what actually happened."
"I don’t understand. He said he was going to Ohio to surprise the troops to boost morale. He didn’t tell me anything about leading a mission."
Jon paused, his eyes wandered, and he rocked back on his heals as he summoned the explanation he recently concocted. "Well, you know Trevor, um, he just got, well, out there and decided to do this, I guess."
Ashley’s eyes narrowed and locked on him, her mouth opened a little. Jon heard her thought as clearly as if she spoke the words, I can’t believe it. You just lied to me.
Jon looked at the floor.
"I see," she spoke in something akin to a growl. "And exactly what was this spur of the moment adventure he went off on?"
"One of our Special Forces units went missing. He decided to lead a rescue mission."
"A special forces unit?"
"It was the Dark Wolves. They’ve been our best over the years."
Ashley asked, "What was this building? What was in there? Who was in there?"
Brewer tried to slow things down. "Shep is on his way here to fill in the details. Like I said, he was on the ground with Trevor when it happened. Maybe he can shine light on all of this. But, hey, Ashley, according to the reports Trevor was alive when the place disappeared."
Gordon Knox sat in his chair observing the conversation without saying a word. Ashley decided to drag him in. "Gordon. What do you know about this building? What do you know about the aliens that took Trevor?"
Jon could only guess at how much Gordon knew about Trevor and Nina's relationship. On one hand, he had not joined the movement until long after that episode. At the same time, his business was information and he had grown close to Trevor in recent years.
Knox replied, "Well, they weren’t aliens. Isn’t that right, Jon?"
"People?" Ashley turned fast on Brewer. "Why didn’t you tell me that? Who were they?"
"Calm down," Jon raised a reassuring hand but he quickly realized that Ashley now looked to Gordon for answers.
"Anita has nothing on record that matches the type of structure Shepherd says he saw. Captain. Forest went to the area originally after receiving a radio transmission requesting help."
"Forest?"
Gordon said, "Captain Nina Forest. She’s the commanding officer of the Dark Wolves."
"I know that name."
"Yes you do," Jon tried desperately to gain control over the conversation. "Nina was one of the original band of survivors. She and Shep came to the estate those first few months."
Gordon continued, "The reports are a little sketchy and, well, convoluted. We know that Captain Forest and her unit disappeared while on mission. Trevor, General Shepherd, and Reverend Johnny took in a follow up team to find them."
"Wait a second," she interrupted. "Johnny, too?"
Jon felt things spiraling further out of control.
Ashley turned to him. "Reverend Johnny is missing, too? Trevor took Johnny all the way out to Ohio, met up with Shepherd who came all the way from—what?—Kentucky—"
"Tennessee," Jon Brewer corrected.
"Okay, Tennessee, and they went off searching for a couple of missing soldiers?"
"Nina, listen--" Jon stopped. Had he really just said that? "Sorry. I mean, Ashley, listen. Shepherd will be back soon. Until then we really don’t know exactly what happened."
Ashley stared at him.
Jon reached for his jacket hanging on the back of a chair and repeated, "When Shep gets here we’ll all sit down and sort this out. In the meantime, General Hoth is pushing west to secure the area. We’ll be sending in all sorts of specialists to find out what happened. We’ll find him, Ashley. We’ll find Trevor."
She added, "And Reverend Johnny, too."
"And Johnny, yes."
"And Nina Forest and her soldiers."
Jon shook his head, "No, they’re on their way…"
Brewer stopped again, caught like a deer in headlights. He closed his eyes and then finished because he could not do otherwise. "They let everyone go except Trevor and Reverend Johnny. Captain Forest and her unit have returned to duty."
"I see."
He heard the tone in her voice.
Something is going on here; something you’re not telling me.
Brewer slipped his jacket on fast and escaped from the room.
---
Evan knew he did not look good wearing safety goggles. Not Dukakis-in-the-tank bad, but certainly on the geeky side. However, on this day he traded image for substance. Sort of.
He followed Omar Nehru through the large, long building and up a set of short but steep metal stairs to a platform. A gaggle of media—wearing geeky goggles as well—waited on the plant floor below like a crowd gathering for a rock concert.
As bulbs flashed, Evan sensed an opportunity. He turned and lent a helping hand up the steep stairs to the third member of his party, Jim Hutch, a burly man with side burns who sweat profusely.
"There you go, Jim."
"Thank you, Senator Godfrey."
"Now that won’t due, Jim. That won’t do at all. Call me Evan."
"You should be coming over this way, so as to get the best view," Omar directed in a loud voice. He had to speak loud because the machines that filled the massive industrial center drown out most conversation.
Omar's tour took the men to a big long cylinder set horizontally on thick support struts. Gauges, controls, hoses, wires, and all manner of mechanisms dotted the surface of the thing. At one end a funnel-like orifice; at the other an arched opening feeding onto a conveyor belt.
From front to back the machine stretched nearly fifty yards with the diameter of a railroad tanker car.
Evan addressed the crowd more so than Omar as he said, "This matter-maker is much larger than the one we discovered back during the first year. I remember when you and I got our first good look at one of these."
"Um, yes, of course," Omar would not challenge Evan's historical revisionism.
Hutch turned his nose up and grunted, "Damn ugly thing. Looks grimy and what's that smell? Geez, smells like something rotting."
"It is an industrial-capacity matter transfiguration machine," Omar came across as defensive. "Given the variety of substances pushed through its workings it does develop an unpleasant odor, which is a side effect that cannot be helped."
Evan sensed Omar's temperature rising, although the edge in his voice might be as much due to a lack of a cigarette as anything else. Whatever the case, Evan interceded, "So, tell me Omar, how much do we understand about the workings of this contraption?"
"What we have learned has come from what you might say 'trial and error.' We have developed a comprehensive list of what materials can be created. We also have several theories as to exactly how this process is completed, but so far have been unable to duplicate the process with human technology."
Evan summarized, "So you know what it does but not why."
Hutch wiped perspiration from this forehead with his arm and suggested, "Why not just rip the thing apart and study its insides."
Omar's eyes bulged and his lips trembled as he nearly shouted, "Because we only have so many of these machines and the entire industrial output of our nation is dependent upon them. We could not risk losing output capacity."
Senator Godfrey rested an arm on Nehru's shoulder. "So, um, what's next on the tour?"
Omar heaved a deep breath and led the men across the scaffold toward the input end.
"As you will see here, at this point here in goes raw materials for metamorphosis."
On cue, a crane tipped a large bucket and a dark-colored substance oozed into the receptacle. A terrible new smell drifted across the gathered VIPs and their media entourage.
"What is that shit?" Jim Hutch found this new smell worse than the first.
"I must be apologizing for the nastiness of this odor. Our technicians have now been pouring garbage sludge into the maker."
"I see," Evan waved a hand over his nose half-heartily.
A few of the gathered reporters laughed.
"Now what happens?"
Omar walked alongside the machine as if following the sludge on its unseen journey. He answered the Senator as they walked. "All of the conversions have been set in advance. It is much consuming of time to complete the equations. As the input materials move through the cylinder, the machine breaks the sludge into its basic building blocks on a level molecular."
The cylinder vibrated, creating a sound similar to an overtaxed washing machine.
"And at this time the sludge is becoming a mass of atoms. Those atoms will then be slowly changed into the new configuration we have selected for them."
"This is fascinating, Omar. Fascinating," Evan made sure any audio recorders caught a tone of familiarity in his voice as he spoke to the Empire's leading scientific mind. Certainly anyone listening could tell these two were old buddies going back to the early days.
"You cannot be seeing from this position, but on the side away from us there be a waste byproduct basin. It is there that excess materials are collected. From those materials we create the so-called ‘pinballs’ that our army people will use in combating Shadows."
"Shadows?" Jim Hutch spoke between heavy huffs. "Those are nasty bastards."
Omar pointed to a segment in the cylinder thicker than the rest of the machine.
"As transformation occurs it is making much in radiation."
Evan suppressed a natural instinct to step away from the machine at the mention of 'radiation.' Meanwhile, Omar continued with the tour.
"And here you can be seeing the end result."
Technicians pulled bins from a compartment. Those bins carried a pale yellow liquid from the machine that emitted a fruity bouquet.
Evan acted like a kid on Christmas morning, "Absolutely wonderful! And exactly what is it you have produced today?"
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