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Tape 89, Recording 3.
This is Double D Kennedy again, and I don’t know how to begin. I have traveled all over the country since it began and there is something I need to tell you. No, the end isn’t here. No help isn’t coming. That’s not it. In fact, I don’t think any help is ever coming.
Because help is here. It’s everywhere. I have seen so much, talked to so many people and heard their stories, and I’ve discovered one thing. With very few exceptions, Hope exists. In fact, it exists everywhere.
In the Blue Ridge in Virginia.
And here, outside of Geneva, New York. Continue reading
Daylight faded and with the darkness came a deeper silence. The helicopter was surprisingly quiet when all the doors were shut, its rotors beating rhythmically overhead in a constant, muted pattern. Lindsay dried to sleep several times, but never for very long. Each time, she woke suddenly terrified, but could not remember the nightmare that caused it.
She didn’t know where they were or where they were going. It didn’t matter. Katie was sick, maybe dying, and she didn’t know what else to do. How she’d gotten out of the hospital, Lindsay didn’t know. In truth, it didn’t matter either. She was alive.
At least for now. Continue reading
James watched his father die.
He knew it was happening even before the girl fired her gun. It was in his eyes. The life was gone from them when he pulled the trigger on Chris Fox. James saw no more humanity in those eyes. His father was gone, replaced by a man he didn’t know.
When the girl, Katie, shot him, James didn’t move to help. Bubbles—no, Janine—was staring sightlessly up into the sky where a helicopter appeared. Everything felt very surreal to him in that moment. Time slowed like it did in the movies. He saw every piece of dirt that flew, felt every breath that entered and left his body. He felt Janine’s warm body in his arms and the gusts of wind from the helicopter. He heard the shots that killed his father.
Bang. Continue reading
Lindsay made a decision.
“You’re going to put me down right by the medical center,” she said, hefting the rifle to her shoulder and aiming it at the pilot. She couldn’t hear it when she snapped the safety off and knew he couldn’t either, but it felt like a finality to her. She’d had enough of this place, enough of being someone’s pawn, of being told what to do and how to do it. She wanted to get Katie and get out of here.
The pilot glanced once over his shoulder at her, his expression neutral, though she saw his cheek twitch several times. His hand stayed on the control stick, not moving for his gun at all.
“Take out your gun and toss it on the floor,” she said. Continue reading
James stood knee deep in a pile of garbage that was slowly rotting into compost. In one hand, he held a pistol taken from a Black Dawn soldier just moments before, and in the other, he grasped a medical injector. Beside him, a half-dressed Katie Fox leaned against her father. Chris had his arms around his daughter.
They all stared up at the shadows above them. Bright light illuminated the figures from behind, obscuring their faces. Both were male, but he knew one of the voices. Ringo was there to rescue him. Well no, I did the rescuing. He’s just here to back me up, James thought with a grin. Luke Skywalker indeed.
“Hey!” he called up. “That you, Ringo?” Continue reading
Lindsay lit the chemical light, closed the steel door, and sealed the lab. She stood in the hallway, at the center of a pale green circle of light, and felt utterly alone. Leah Collins was dead. Holden was dead. All those men and women were dead. Everyone was dead or dying.
But maybe not Katie.
She placed her hand over the pocket where the vials were stored. They felt heavy, so heavy that she wanted to take them out and give them to someone else to carry. They were too important for her, it needed to be someone else, anyone else.
I have a decision to make. Continue reading
Katie looked tired, or drugged, or both. James wasn’t sure, but she needed help. She didn’t deserve this prison, these tests, her… condition. My dad did this to her. He knew it and he did it. He’s a monster.
“My dad? My dad sent you? Who are you?” Katie said.
“My name is Jim and like I said, your dad sent me. Kind of,” he said, moving over to the bed and undoing the bonds that held her hands to the bed. There was an IV in her arm and he stared at it a moment before following the tube back to its bag, but the bag had no label. He had no idea if it was just a hydration IV or if it was something… else. Continue reading
The door was huge. The ‘pop’ she’d heard was just the first unsealing mechanism and steam or some sort of gas escaped along its edge. She wasn’t sure what it was so she kept her breath held. There was a gas mask in her pack, but she’d forgotten all about it. Making a mental note to add that to her normal suit-up sequence, she waited while the door opened.
As it separated from its seal, Lindsay saw a swirl of white gas. She hesitated on the edge of it, reluctant to step through. She turned to look at Holden but his face was masked from her, covered by the darkness. All she saw was the glow of his goggles.
“It’s all right, it’s just water vapor,” the mechanized voice called from within the white gas. “It won’t hurt you.” Continue reading
James did his best to keep his expression neutral. The things before him were not men, not anymore, yet they spoke and responded when spoken to. They stood at attention down in one of the lab rooms, one that was converted into a ready room. They wore Black Dawn uniforms, the patches on their shoulders, but these were not, could not be, his comrades.
“Do you see the beauty of God’s Plan, son?” Gideon Fitzpatrick said, standing beside him. His father’s smile was proud, radiant, triumphant. James didn’t see anything of God in these men. He saw Hell, death, a lack of humanity. They were sick and dying.
“It’s impressive, dad,” James said. The lie tasted like ash in his mouth. Continue reading