by ID Johnson
ID Johnson
Illumination
The Clandestine Saga Book Five
First published by ID Johnson in 2017
Copyright © ID Johnson, 2017
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
Also by ID Johnson
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Grandma Janette’s house had always been a place of solace, and even in this trying time when Gibbon was still on the run, Cassidy was recovering from her injury and trying to figure out her new reality, and Cadence was finding her place as the new Hunter Leader, sitting on her grandmother’s sofa, munching on a homemade chocolate chip cookie, flipping through her grandparents’ sacred photo album made things seem a little more like they used to be. That is, if one wasn’t to dwell on the fact that the pictures of her grandmother she was looking at were hundreds of years old.
“Now this one is my first daughter, Susan,” Grandma Janette explained pointing at a fading picture of a small girl standing next to a much younger version of the woman sitting next to her.
“Your first daughter?” Cadence echoed, setting the remains of her cookie on the armrest and dusting the crumbs off on her pant legs before carefully lifting the book up so that she could better see the figures in the photo. “What do you mean? I never knew you had another daughter!”
“Oh, yes, that was quite a long time ago,” Janette replied, looking off in the distance, as if trying to remember. “She was a sweet one. But she didn’t Transform, and well, we lost her, eventually.”
Cadence placed the photo album back on her lap and stared at her grandmother for a long moment, not sure what to say. “You never told me.”
Smiling, Janette turned to face her granddaughter. “Well, as you know, everything is quite complicated, and it really doesn’t make much sense to dump everything on you all at once, Lorraine.”
“Cadence,” she corrected, realizing she had accidentally been called by her aunt’s name. “I’m Cadence, Grandma,”
Shaking her head as if she needed to jar her brain back into working, Janette said, “Yes, of course you are. My memory’s not quite what it used to be, darling.”
“That’s okay,” Cadence replied with a smile, and then mumbling under her breath added, “I’ve been called worse.”
“What’s that, dear?”
“Nothing, Grandma. So… how many children did you and Grandpa Jordan have?”
“Well, altogether, six.”
“Six!”
“Yes. We were married for a very long time, Cadence. But only one Transformed, so after the first three passed on, I told your grandfather I didn’t want to have any more children. It was just too hard to see them age and then, well, pass away.”
“I can imagine. That had to be awful,” Cadence nodded, not daring to mentally put herself in her grandmother’s shoes. If she and Aaron ever had kids, she would force them to Transform, even if she had to make Jamie sneak into their rooms while they were sleeping and inject them with Transformation fluid without their consent. That was the best way to make sure that they didn’t die before she did. “So one of them did Transform?”
“Yes,” Janette acknowledged, “but that’s another part of my history I don’t really like to talk about, darling.”
Assuming something bad must have happened to that child, who would have been a Hunter like her, Cadence said, “Okay,” and flipped the page. The next picture showed her grandmother and grandfather standing next to a boy about twenty-three or twenty-four, all of them holding various weapons “I guess you want me to skip this page then?” she asked.
“That’s him,” Janette said with a sigh. “His name was Harold. Such a good boy. And a fast learner.”
Cadence could see a tear forming in the corner of her grandmother’s eye, and she started to turn the page, but Janette’s wrinkled hand caught her and they lingered a bit longer. “I wish I knew more about him,” Cadence finally said. “Did Aaron know him?”
“No,” Janette said, wiping the tears off of her cheeks with her free hand, “but Christian did. He can tell you all about my Harold.”
As Cadence continued to flip through the book, she found out a lot more about her Grandma Janette than she would have ever guessed. Not only did she have several more children than Cadence was aware of, she had dozens more grandchildren, most of which had never Transformed at all, and one who had re-Transformed back into a human decades ago and then passed away.
“Now, I do have some great-grandchildren who have Transformed,” Janette pointed out. So those would be your, umm, third cousins, I believe. There’s one who operates out of Washington State, named Phillip. This is him,” she said pointing to a picture of a man who looked to be about sixty, though in actuality he was probably much older.
“I think I’ve talked to him before,” Cadence replied, squinting at the picture. “He works with another guy named Clive, right?”
“That’s him,” Janette agreed. “Clive is also your cousin, but… I can’t remember exactly how. More distant.”
“Interesting,” Cadence muttered. “I wonder if they know that. They never mentioned it.”
“I’m sure they do. And then there’s Janice, who was named after me,” she said, pointing to another picture on the next page. This picture was older, so the woman looked younger than she would be today. She was dressed like a flapper and was carrying what appeared to be a machine gun.
“Where is she?”
“I think she’s in Europe somewhere now,” Janette replied. “I don’t think she’s working anymore.”
Cadence flipped through the next several pages, her grandmother continuing to give names and stories. Only a few of her distant cousins were still alive and operating. Cadence hadn’t interacted with any of the rest of them. One was actually a Guardian, so she knew she could find him and learn more about her distant family—if she ever traveled to Australia where he was now living.
“Now, this is the gal I wanted to tell you about,” Janette said, fighting a yawn.
“Are you tired, Gran?” Cadence asked, a little concerned.
“A little, darling,” Janette smiled. “Grandma’s getting old.”
Cadence didn’t say anything, only kept her eyes on her grandmother’s withered face for a few more seconds before returning to the picture in the album.
“Now, her name is Peggy Smithstone, and this picture was taken in the late sixties, I believe. She lives in Oklahoma—Norman, I think. At any rate, she is very important, and I think, when you have more time,
you should hunt her down—well not, really, not the way that you hunt things down,” her grandmother mused, “but contact her. I think she has some stories you’d like to hear.”
The picture showed a woman in her mid-to-late thirties outside at what appeared to be a picnic or barbecue. Her hair was done up in a beehive and she was wearing a plaid skirt and button down white shirt. She had a nice smile, but she looked like she was caught in the middle of doing something. Next to her, only half in the frame, was a young man who couldn’t have been much more than fifteen or sixteen, and even though she couldn’t quite see all of him, Cadence thought he looked familiar. “Is that…?”
Her grandmother didn’t give her a chance to finish her question. “Peggy went through the Transformation process because her parents were very active. Her mother was a Guardian and her father was a Hunter. So she was a Guardian. But she found she didn’t like it—couldn’t stomach the carnage—and so she decided to go back into the real world and live a “normal” life.
“Well, Peggy married a man, and he knew her secrets of course. He was a human. And it turned out it was very difficult for Peggy to have kids of her own.”
“That’s sad,” Cadence interjected, wondering where her grandmother was going with this.
“You know we try to keep tabs on everyone as best we can, whether they’ve Transformed or not. It’s getting harder. So many are choosing not to Transform, not to tell their children.”
“Right,” Cadence nodded. She was familiar with this problem. Recently stepping up recruiting efforts had meant a lot of exploration into who could even Transform—who was of Hunter blood and who was of Guardian blood.
“Our team in Oklahoma found that there was a woman who was of Guardian stock that wasn’t taking very good care of her children. She’d never Transformed, thank goodness. We don’t need her kind around for eternity. Well, eventually we ended up taking her kids away—after a long investigation.”
“We can do that?”
“Oh, yes. Why not?”
Cadence just shrugged. It had never occurred to her that she might need to do such a thing. “So Peggy took her kids?”
“Yes, two boys. They were around seven and twelve by then, but Peggy was ecstatic. And she was a good mother, too. Although, when the boys got older, she had a bit of a falling out with the oldest one. Never got it resolved either, which is a shame.”
“This one?” Cadence asked, pointing at the young man half-in and half-out of the picture.
“That’s him.”
Hesitantly, Cadence asked, “Is that… Elliott?”
“Yes,” her grandmother replied. “And so… I think you should find Peggy and talk to her. Let her know she raised a good man.”
“Okay,” Cadence replied in a sort-of sing-song voice. “Why haven’t you done that, Grandma?”
“Well, Peggy wasn’t a big fan of your grandfather’s. He’d tried to keep her in when she wanted out, and it got a bit drawn out. Anyway, I think it would be best if you contacted her.”
Cadence shrugged her shoulders. She could do that. “Whatever happened to Elliott’s brother?”
“He died,” Janette answered, and it was the first time Cadence had heard her be so blunt about anyone passing all day long. “Got hit by a train when he was sixteen.”
“Oh, my God!” Cadence exclaimed. “That’s horrible!”
“Yes, it was. He hadn’t Transformed yet. It was awful. At the time, Elliott was about twenty-one. He’d recently Transformed, but he was still in Oklahoma. I think he blamed himself quite a bit. I think that’s part of what broke up his marriage, if I’m honest.”
Cadence needed a moment, and after she cleared her thoughts, still shaking her head, she asked, “Do you know what happened to his first two children? Hannah said she contacted them about the funeral, but neither of them or his first wife wanted to attend.”
“I’ve never seen a more bitter woman poison her children against an ex,” Janette said, crossing her arms with a humph. “Such an awful woman. I heard she had lung cancer a few years ago, but if Hannah contacted her, I guess she’s still kicking. His kids were living in Florida. It would be nice if you could try and contact them, too. Let them know they were wrong—their mother was wrong.”
Cadence remembered when she’d tried to talk to Amanda Keen about Elliott at the funeral and how she had been in such a hurry to back away without even speaking. She wondered how these people who were so close to her friend could have seen him so differently than she did. “Grandma, was Elliott different—before? I mean, he was awfully mean to me when I first met him. Was he like that to other people? Is that why he’s fallen out with so many people?”
Janette seemed to consider the question for a moment. “No, I wouldn’t say mean, honey. I think he was very stubborn at times, as we can all be. But with you, that was different, darling.”
“What do you mean?” Cadence asked, her forehead crinkling. After Elliott died, she’d had several discussions with other team members that had led her to believe there was a possibility that the only reason he didn’t want her on the LIGHTS team was because he didn’t want her to get hurt, but she didn’t have any firm evidence that this was the case.
“Turn to the back of the album, dear,” Grandma Janette instructed.
Cadence had a hard time tearing her eyes away from her grandmother’s tranquil face, but she did as she was instructed, and at the back of the book, she found a letter-sized envelope with the inscription, “Kid” written on it in familiar writing.
She was so shocked, she almost dropped the album.
“What is this?” Cadence asked, almost afraid to touch it.
“I found it a few weeks ago when I was looking through the album. It was New Year’s Eve, and I was filling a bit melancholy, missing your grandfather something awful, so I thought I’d have a look at some of the old photos. And that fell out.”
Cadence had spent New Year’s Eve in Philadelphia, hoping Gibbon would show his face, and taking care of a few minor inconveniences who got a bit frisky that evening and ended up piles of ashes. Returning her attention to the envelope, she carefully picked it up, sliding the album onto her grandmother’s lap. Cadence held it as if it were made of filament. “When do you suppose he left it?”
“I’m not sure,” Janette admitted, grasping her most treasured possession with both hands. “He came to visit about a week before the… what do you call it?”
“Sierraville Incident?” Cadence asked, referring to the operation during which Elliott had lost his life.
“Yes. He came to visit pretty frequently, especially if he was in Shenandoah checking on Cassidy. He missed you. A lot. We both did. So… he’d come and visit, and we’d sit and reminisce a bit. I guess he slipped that in while I wasn’t looking.”
With a deep sigh, Cadence carefully unsealed the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of notebook paper. She unfolded it and began to read.
Dear Kid,
If you are reading this, then something has probably happened to me. You’ve been gone on your “find myself” tour for about four months now, and I’ve been missing you a lot. I know I can get you on the IAC but that’s not the same as seeing your goofy grin or feeling your tiny punches in my arm whenever I say something out of line. The truth is, I’ve been feeling a little off lately, like something bad is about to happen, and while I’m not sure what it is, there are a few things I wanted you to know in case the “impossible” happens.
First of all, I’m really sorry that I tried to get you kicked off of the team. There were a few reasons for that. Yes, you were a distraction—a bigger distraction than we’ve ever encountered before. It was pretty clear to me from even before the Eidolon Festival that Aaron was completely hung up on you. I think I saw it a long time before he knew it himself. I was there when he handed you off to Hannah, and I remember why he did it, too, though I guess he had pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He was too close to the situation for other reasons then. Now,
here you are, a beautiful young lady who clearly has feelings for him. While I couldn’t blame him for being distracted, I was trying to prevent it from happening.
I also didn’t want you to get hurt. I thought maybe he’d assign you to another team. It makes sense—if he was worried about being able to concentrate on doing his job all of those years before when you weren’t even around every day, why not just send you off to another area? I was hoping that the thing with Henry would get you re-assigned, not released. At the time, I was willing to take either one. You were bound and determined to get yourself killed. I still don’t know how you managed to survive those first few hunts.
Once Aaron almost died protecting you in France, I felt like I had to do something. You needed to go. But by then, I was starting to admire you quite a bit. I’d never seen anything like you. Of course, you know the rest. Taking out Barbarosa was enough to solidify Big E and Little C for life. (Okay—I just made that up right now, but I like it!)
The only problem was, it wasn’t much longer before I started to realize it was going to take something major for Aaron to realize what an idiot he was being. I felt like the universe was shifting in that direction, trying to get his attention. In a way, I think I kind of volunteered myself. I caught myself saying things like, “The two of you will get together if it’s the last thing I do,” more than once, and while it was kind of funny before we knew about titanium bullets and rogue hunters, I’m starting to realize I may have set myself up to take one for the team.
And I’m okay with that, so long as the two of you figure this thing out.
You are meant to be together; that’s clear to me and to everyone else in the world. Now if you would just accept that, you’d make everyone’s lives a bit easier.