Nomad Omnibus 02: A Kurtherian Gambit Series (A Terry Henry Walton Chronicles Omnibus)

by Craig Martelle

“Akio called and told us he was on his way to North Chicago to pick us up, along with Char’s pack. But we were in Canada, far to the north. He adjusted his flight and came to Canada. We had to leave the horses behind, and we had kids with us, but none of that mattered. The world needed to be saved. We flew to New York City, a place that Akio seems to have a hard-on for, as we keep going back there to make sure they are on the straight and narrow.”

  Terry shifted his shoulders again, leaning one way until the chain would give no more, then leaning the opposite direction.

  “Is there any way you could loosen this chain just a touch?” he asked. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. Terry was thirsty, too. He wondered when he’d next get a drink.

  He had remembered a classified terrorist threat briefing he’d once prepared regarding Brigadier General Dozier and his kidnapping by the Red Brigade in Italy. He’d avoided talking about religion and politics, but instead talked about those things where they had common ground. The terrorists started to see him as a human being and not as a prisoner in their silent war. The general’s guard, who was supposed to kill him in case of a rescue attempt, did not, and the general was freed and the entire cell captured without the special police force firing a shot.

  “In New York City, we found a small group trying to act like a gang. Char, Kim, Kae, and I left the pod. Cory was with Akio. I thought it odd that he didn’t go, but he’s Akio and had his reasons. We confronted the gang. We let them encircle us because we wanted them in one place, you know, so we could talk with them all at one time. A couple thought Kimber would make a nice addition to their group. You should have seen her beat the crap out of those two knuckleheads. Once we showed them the error of their ways, which earned their leader two broken arms, they were much more amenable to a humane approach to rebuilding society.”

  Terry watched the Weretiger’s reactions to see if he was having an impact, becoming a real person in her mind, but she gave nothing away.

  “Cory healed the man. Five-years-old and she didn’t want to see him in pain. That made him a believer. The New Yorkers wouldn’t have stood a chance. Kim and Kae could have taken that whole gang by themselves. They learned at a young age that there’s nothing like being able to protect yourself. That gang leader? I think he’s the mayor of one of the biggest boroughs in New York. Last time there, we found them making it into a real city again. They have power, food, and even trade. In another fifty years, I think we may see New York City at the heart of a modern world. I’d like to be around to see that, visit there with my kids and their kids. And my wife, too. God, I miss her,” Terry lamented, eyes tearing, but he blinked them away.

  He could smell a fight coming and needed to be out of his chains.

  “Do you have anyone?” Terry asked softly.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Mammoth Cave Entrance

  The ramp descended, and Char didn’t hesitate as she ran off the back and jumped. The two-story drop was through light branches. Char kept her legs together on her way down, one hand clasped over her face. She hit the ground hard, but let her knees collapse as she pushed, rolling on the ground and coming up ready to fight. Akio was right behind her, then Gene, who was less graceful, crashed through the branches and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Aaron landed on a higher branch and bounced down the tree like an elf, landing lightly next to Gene, who he helped to his feet.

  Gene angrily ripped his clothes off and changed into Were form. Aaron thought about changing and decided he needed to be at the top of his game. He looked sad as he became a Weretiger because he knew that he would remember nothing of what happened from this point until he changed back.

  Joseph hit the ground and crumpled into a pile. His combat roll left a lot to be desired.

  Another grunt drew their attention as Cory hit and rolled. She came to her feet and quickly brushed herself off. Char glared at her and Cory glared back, putting her hands on her hips for added emphasis. “Stay behind me,” Char conceded.

  Akio drew his pistols and walked quickly toward the cave. The others fell in behind him.

  At one time, the cave mouth had concrete steps leading down to an area called Houchins Narrows, a wide and high tunnel that led downward into the main part of the cave. That was before the fall. Afterward, the quake had opened things up, while also destroying the visitor’s entrance. It was now covered in boulders of all sizes, making for a rough climb to get past.

  Cool air breezed past as they worked their way through the jumble at the entrance.

  Akio stopped every few steps to look and sniff. He continued through the rubble at the entrance until he was first to the bottom, where Houchins Narrows spread out before him. This was the pod’s hangar, judging from the cleared space and netting on the cave’s roof to catch rocks before they fell on the aircraft.

  Char stopped when she heard a noise behind her. Mark was waving with the warriors from the first pod. She cupped her hands around her mouth. “Follow us in. Third pod cover the entrance. Be ready to shoot that pod down if it comes back and tries to enter the cave.”

  Mark gave the thumbs up and started sending the two squads down, one man at a time. They dislodged rocks and stumbled as they hurried to catch up.

  Cory was the last one of the first group. She turned and glared at the squad leader. “Slow down and get yourself under control!” she snarled. He recoiled as if slapped. Cory was usually calm, the one every one looked to for keeping the peace.

  She put a finger to her lips and he passed it up the line. Be quiet.

  Akio raised a fist to hold the others in place as he remained still and studied every detail of the cave from near to far, low to high. Char froze while standing on the final rock before setting foot on the tunnel floor. The stone below the fall remained smooth from hundreds of thousands of feet walking over it, millions of gallons of water polishing it.

  Akio took one careful step forward and then another. On his third step, he dodged as a massive explosion rocked the cave wall, sending debris flying across the path he was on.

  Char was hit and rolled to the side. She was able to get her hands up, blocking her face with her pistols. Char let the force of the blast carry her before hitting and rolling into a ball, to minimize the beating.

  Gene was behind her. The smaller rocks hit and bounced off the Werebear. He shook the dust off and roared his anger.

  The Weretiger leapt the rocks and snarled as cats do, screaming as the dust settled. Cory jumped from rock to rock to get past Gene, but he held her up, blocking her way as he forced a path through the newly fallen rock. Joseph remained behind Cory.

  Char was already getting up, cuts marked her arms from the chips that had sprayed across her, but she hadn’t been on the receiving end of the bone-crushing boulders like Akio had been. She worked her way through the fallen rocks, pistols out and ready, watching the tunnel carefully, wondering when and from where the next strike would happen.

  She reached Akio, his body shattered, but he was still alive and already healing. His lightning quick dodge had saved his life, a maneuver that only one of his ability could have pulled off.

  She cleared the rocks away and helped him to sit. He gurgled and wheezed with each breath. “I still live,” he whispered.

  “For a long time to come, my friend,” Char replied softly, letting him rest his head against her hand. Cory finally appeared at Char’s side.

  She started to put her hands on Akio’s chest, but Char stopped her. “He has his own nanocytes. They may fight against yours,” Char tried to explain.

  “Then I’ll stop. Mother, please, let me do what I do,” Cory pleaded. Char removed her hand and nodded once.

  Clovis tried to stuff his dog nose in between Cory and Akio, but Char pulled the big pup back.

  Cory looked more closely at Akio, trying to determine which wounds were the worst. His arms and legs were battered, but the crushed rib cage and torn up lungs needed her attention the most. Her first impression had been right.r />
  She spread her fingers as she gently worked her hands beneath Akio’s combat shirt. His body trembled at the touch, but only slightly. He was fighting to control the pain. Akio was attempting to meditate, free his mind and body to quicken the healing process.

  Cory shuddered as her nanocytes started to interact with Akio’s. A spasm torqued her abdomen and she lurched forward. Char grabbed her by the arms, ready to pull her away.

  “It’s okay,” Cory gasped, visibly relaxing as each moment passed. A slight blue glow emanated from beneath Akio’s shirt as his chest filled out, repairing itself at a fantastic pace. Cordelia sighed heavily and fell backward.

  Char caught her and gently leaned her next to Akio. Cory was breathing slowly and rhythmically. Her hands continued to glow for a few more seconds before the light faded. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to wake up. When she forced her eyes open, they glowed blue.

  “Are you okay?” Char wondered, not seeing anything unusual besides her daughter’s eyes.

  “I am. Tired, but getting over that quickly. What?” Cory asked.

  “Your eyes. They’re glowing,” Char said matter-of-factly as she kept stealing glances down the tunnel. “We need to go. You should stay here with Akio.”

  “No,” Cory replied. She stood, took two deep breaths, and motioned for her mother to precede her.

  Gene was fifty yards down the tunnel, turning his head back and forth as if one ear would hear better than the other. The Weretiger was standing between Cory and where the booby trap had been detonated. Joseph was standing next to Aaron, studying the cavern wall.

  “What if there are more of those things?” Char asked Cory.

  “Then you’ll need me more than ever,” Cory answered, gesturing impatiently down the tunnel.

  “Leave one person with Akio and follow us,” Char ordered the captain.

  Mark looked at Ayashe and motioned for her to remain.

  “No way,” she argued. Mark almost came unglued.

  “You’ll do as you’re ordered, Private!” he barked, before turning to follow the Were folk and the Forsaken into the cave. Ayashe stood in front of Akio and watched her fellow warriors enter the cave.

  She wasn’t one for being insubordinate, but she realized what made her speak out of turn.

  Ayashe was afraid. She was alone in the enemy’s stronghold, and she was afraid.

  “Nothing to fear, Ayashe-chan,” Akio said softly from behind her. She jumped and then hung her head as she worked through the irrationality of it all.

  “Yes, Master Akio,” she replied respectfully.

  “Come, sit with me.” Akio patted the rock next to him, grimacing with the effort.

  Who was she to turn him down? She joined him, sitting up and watching down the tunnel, her finger outside of the trigger guard and her thumb on the selector lever, ready to flip it off safe.

  Terry’s Prison

  The thunder of the explosion reverberated through the walls of Terry’s room. He could feel the vibration through the chains and into his arms. He smiled.

  “They’re here, aren’t they?” he asked.

  Yanmei licked her lips as she started to breathe faster, more the trait of a cat trapped where it didn’t want to be than a human waiting for orders from her master.

  “Let me go and we’ll leave here together. We’ll protect each other and then, when we’re back with Char and the pack, we’ll protect you from him. We’ll protect the whole world from him, but you have to let me go first,” Terry told her in a gentle voice as he tried to sound rational, logical, when what he really wanted to do was scream in fury.

  Char was close, and someone was blowing stuff up. He hoped the explosion was from breaching charges. He couldn’t tell. C4 sounded like HMX sounded like TATP through the bedrock beyond the walls.

  It told him that he was in a cave. More importantly, it told him that he’d been found.

  Yanmei knew it, and she was starting to feel the strain. Her once stoic features were starting to twitch.

  “You can’t protect me from him. You can’t even protect yourself,” she blurted, smirking and waving a hand to take in a chained Terry Henry.

  “Do you know how many of them came after me?” he asked coldly. She didn’t respond. “A dozen of them. Eight didn’t come back. I’m giving you my word that if you let me out of here, I will die to protect you, just like I would anyone facing an evil like Kirkus.”

  She licked her lips again and chanced a look at the door. She reached for the knob, but it was already turning.

  Flying in the Pod

  Timmons, Sue, and Sergeant Allison had their eyes glued to the screen as the other pod slowed on approach to the former naval base that the community of New Boulder had taken over and claimed as North Chicago.

  The pod flew low over the FDG barracks and the diner. It headed for Mayor’s Park, where it hovered for an instant and then dropped to the deck with the back ramp lowering as it landed.

  “Hurry!” Allison yelled, and the pod lurched and pitched nose first as it rapidly closed the distance between it and the other pod.

  North Chicago

  “Hey! They’re back already!” one of the Force privates yelled. “Pass it on!”

  He slung his rifle over his shoulder as he left his post and walked toward the rapidly descending pod. He wondered why they were coming in so quickly, as well as a second pod, too.

  Somebody’s injured. They need help, he thought and started to run. He pulled up short when he saw within the pod. Men and Forsaken. He didn’t recognize them.

  “IT’S A TRAP!” he yelled as an Uzi burped and the bullets hit his vest and climbed upward, tearing into his neck and face. He flopped to the ground in a fountain of blood.

  Boris took a knee and with his first two shots, dropped the first two humans off the pod. The others ran free and scattered. He flipped his selector switch to a three-round burst and sprayed the running men. The Forsaken walked off last.

  Boris thumbed the magazine release and the magazine fell free. He slapped in the magazine with the silver bullets on top, pulled the charging handle, and sent an unfired round flying. He let the handle go to ram the first silver-tipped round into the chamber, and Boris took aim.

  The Forsaken stepped from the pod and looked right at the sergeant. Boris’s mind filled with overwhelming terror. He dropped his weapon, covered his ears, and ran.

  The Forsaken laughed. He looked at the other residents. Two of the minions were running toward the entrance to a building that overlooked the landing field. A young woman was trying to drag an old man inside while a young man and young woman looked on defiantly. A third young woman put her hand on the young man’s arm, joining him in glaring at the new arrivals.

  “That’s them!” the Forsaken yelled, pointing to the people at the entrance of the large brick building.

  Two of the minions broke into a full sprint, expecting their targets to run. They didn’t. Kaeden and Kimber stood their ground. As the two men vaulted up the steps, they were met by snap-kicks. They fell in unison. Kae throat-punched his and rolled him to the side. Kim kicked her opponent twice more until he stilled, then she stomped on his neck. The snap of a bone breaking echoed from the walls behind them.

  Kae and Kim descended to the sidewalk and assumed their fighting positions. They didn’t have firearms while the enemy did, but they heard the Forsaken’s call. The enemy had come for them, and they weren’t going to be taken.

  Kimber vowed never to be taken again, not alive anyway.

  A second pod approached rapidly, flaring to land. The rear deck dropped and friendly faces bellowed their war cries as they ran into Mayor’s Park.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Terry’s Prison

  Yanmei jumped back but quickly relaxed. Terry stared wide-eyed as the knob turned and the door slowly opened. Yanmei’s servant sheepishly entered and closed the door behind her.

  Terry’s first thought was about food and water, and she had brought no
thing with her. He was disappointed, his hunger and thirst at the forefront of his mind.

  That made him feel bad, because he could see the look of fear on her face. She said something in Chinese. Yanmei answered softly, putting a comforting hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder. They hugged, and the servant found a seat in the corner, away from the withered body of the dead Forsaken, the one that Terry had killed without using his hands.

  Kirkus made sure that no one had taken the Forsaken’s body away. He considered it a reminder of what Terry Henry Walton was capable of. Yanmei ignored it, but her servant was uncomfortable and averted her eyes.

  “She will come too, of course, to a place where she’ll live free. We don’t have servants in North Chicago,” Terry said smoothly, trying to keep his voice free from judgment.

  “What if that’s what she wants to do?” Yanmei asked pointedly.

  “Then she’ll be free to do it. Let me revise my earlier statement. Everyone is free to find their own destiny. The only thing we require is that everyone works, everyone gives back to the community in some way,” Terry explained.

  “You are a communist, like those in old China?” Yanmei asked.

  “NO!” Terry blurted. He’d thought about that over the past thirty years, but hadn’t expected to deliver an answer.

  “I’m sorry. Communism is a political system. I would say that we probably have something more like socialism, or a free society that is heavily taxed. We used to contribute everything to a central pool, but now, it’s less than half. We have the dining hall and that is the main focus of it all. As long as people can eat regularly, then everything else becomes possible.”

  In his mind, Terry had looked through a mountain of history books regarding political and economic systems.

  None of it was exciting reading, but he found it all fascinating. He’d recognized a trend early in his studies.

  “Most systems have their merits, just until the leadership is corrupted. No, we don’t have elections, but the mayor consistently does what is in the best interest of the people. I guess I’m the self-appointed overseer. Have been ever since my first meeting with Billy Spires. I’ve done things that I will spend the rest of my life making up for. Kirkus called it a moral compass. I call it a conscience that will never be satisfied with my apologies.”