The Horse Soldier: Beginnings Series Book 10

by Jacqueline Druga

  “Regis.” Dean said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Speak to Regis.” Dean suggested. “He used to hunt.”

  “I’ll do that. But I’m going to need ample supply of those tranquilizer pellets.”

  “You’ll have them. As soon as El gets back we can . . .”

  “Did someone say my name.” Ellen’s voice carried into the lab.

  Dean smiled and spun around to see her. “El. You’re early.”

  Ellen embraced him. “Yeah, Me, Henry, and Danny, brought the pick up so the others will be along shortly.” She kissed Dean and laid her hand on his face. “How are you.”

  “Better now.”

  Henry cleared his throat. “Joe, Danny went straight to tracking. He wanted to know if you could meet him up there.”

  “What about you?” Joe asked.

  “He wanted to talk to you.” Henry shrugged.

  “O.K.” Joe gathered up his things. “Dean, I’ll speak to you later.”

  “Thanks, Joe.” Dean released Ellen from his embrace as Joe left. “We have so much to catch up on. How busy are you?”

  “I have to get the new guys situated when they arrive. The field workers are coming today and those who are going to be setting up the new Bowman are coming in another day or two.”

  Dean tilted his head in question. “Why is that?”

  Henry stepped forward to answer. “Danny scouted the towns best suited for tracking and we have a lot to get ready, supplies and stuff, since these men are going to be living there. There isn’t any reason to make them come up until we’re ready to put them to work.”

  “I see.” Dean nodded. “Who’s going to be in charge of this crew? If I may ask.”

  “Construction and rebuilding, Danny is going to oversee, also he and I since it is partly mechanics,” Henry said.

  “Thanks.” Dean had no emotions in his voice. “Um Henry, I’d like to talk to Ellen alone. Please.”

  “Oh sure.” Henry reached out and laid his hand on Ellen’s shoulder “Thanks for the Bowman tour. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “O.K. Henry.” Ellen smiled. “Bye.”

  Henry took a step to kiss Ellen on the cheek but stopped. It was something so simple that he did whenever he saw her and had done for a while. Yet, Henry didn’t do it this time. He just smiled and waved and walked to the door. “Dean.”

  “Henry.” Dean nodded his head once.

  Ellen watched Henry leave then looked to Dean. “What’s going on?”

  “Excuse me?” Dean asked.

  “With you and Henry. What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

  “Really?” Ellen folded her arms. “Care to tell me why the temperature dropped when you two looked at each other.”

  Dean took a deep breath. “Things are a little strained between me and Henry right now. That’s all.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” Dean shrugged “Personal.”

  Ellen laughed. “I’m your wife.”

  “Yep you are.”

  There was a quirk about the look on Ellen’s face as she tilted her head to the right and raised the corner of her mouth. “Am I missing something?”

  “No.” Dean shook his head. “Him and I have just been butting heads. It happens in a community this small. We’ll get through it.”

  “Good.” Ellen smiled. “Now, can the work just wait a few minutes? I’d like to go see the kids.”

  “Can the uh . . . kids wait a few minutes.” Dean stepped to her taking her hands.

  “Why would we make the kids wait for work?”

  “We’re not.” Holding Ellen’s hand, Dean walked to the back of the lab.

  “Dean?”

  “El.”

  “What are you doing?”

  Dean lead her to the room in the back.

  Ellen lagged behind and moved hesitantly slow. “Why are we coming back here?” She didn’t get an answer, only a tug into the room. “Oh, I get it. Sorry, I didn’t pick it up. You should have accentuated the words, ‘a few minutes’ I would have known exactly what you were talking about.”

  Dean stopped, smiled as he looked at her, kissed her quickly, pulled her further inside, and closed the back room door.

  ^^^^

  Total chaos is what tracking looked like when Joe walked in there. Mark sat in a chair, slumped and rolled out of the way. The monitor table was pulled out from the wall with wires everywhere. Computer disks and Danny Hoi were on the floor.

  “Danny.”

  “Oh hi, Joe.” Danny looked up at him. “I’m not finding anything.”

  “You don’t think Henry did all this already?”

  “Um, probably yeah.” Danny answered.

  “And?” Joe asked.

  “And I’d rather do it myself. It’s my baby, so . . . I’d rather do it myself. Thanks.”

  Joe looked over to Mark who lifted his hands in defeat. “Danny, did you stop to think it may be something in the field?”

  “Yeah I did.” Danny picked himself up from the ground and brushed off. “But I talked to the guard who did rounds up there and he said he saw nothing. Yet . . . during the time he said he was there, we continued to receive signals which leads me to believe . . . malfunction.”

  Mark let out a loud grunt. “Thank you! I have been saying this for days. But no! Henry insists that there are killer rabbits or, what is it now, pigs running around up there.”

  Danny snickered. “I believe something may have been up there to help set off the malfunction but it helped exaggerate it, that’s all. No creature God created moves this fast and is this small.”

  “Really?” Joe asked. “What about a creature man created.”

  Before Danny could say anything, Mark held up his hand. “Unfair! No Joe. Unfair. My kid was home. Ask my wife. And . . . and . . . he hates deer meat. Robbie said that’s what was killed up there. Marcus likes his meat cooked. He hasn’t eaten anything alive since last year.”

  “Good to hear.” Joe raised an eyebrow. “Danny, how long you going to be working on this?”

  “Just gonna put it back together.” Danny lowered down to the floor. “I’ll go home tonight and really sit there and think about it. Why?”

  “Well, you need to get me that game plan you have for the new towns. We have to get things together,” Joe said.

  “O.K., I’ll do that. Let me finish up here.”

  “Good. See you in a bit.” Joe moved to the door.

  “Oh Joe. Before I come up, there’s something I need to discuss with Dean then I’ll be there.”

  “Not a problem.” Joe opened the door. “Mark.”

  “Joe.” Mark grumbled Joe’s name. “Danny, can you possibly take any longer?”

  Danny looked at Mark and grinned. “I could, but seeing how I have things to do, I won’t.” Danny began to reconnect. “So, where was I? Yes. Gergerace. Man, this woman. You have to see her. I want front row seats to her and Joe’s first encounter.”

  “Danny, if she’s that bad, maybe all they have to do to her is lock her in the same room with you and Henry.”

  “Mark?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m messing with the electrical wiring that is attached to the equipment you’ll be touching. You may not want to insult me.”

  “Oh.” Mark looked serious. “Sorry.”

  “Kidding.” Danny grinned and returned to his work. “Um ... . maybe not. Where in the hell does this wire go?”

  ^^^^

  Quantico Marine Headquarters

  “Preparations are being made now,” Stewart told George as George sat behind his desk. “Research files of our recently deceased scientists are being moved to Binghamton right now. Housing is being set up for him.”

  “Good.” George nodded.

  “Now you’re sure that all this trouble isn’t for nothing? This Dr. Hayes will not be leaving the Society?”

  “I’m positive,” George stated. “Things are w
ell underway in Beginnings to ensuring that he will have what he wants here and. . . he’ll want to stay.”

  “Good. Now I spoke to Dr. Garrison. He said that it is possible that seeing this doctor may trigger Frank’s memory.”

  George was not surprised by this news. “I appreciate you looking into it, but I have it covered. Dr. Morris told me if it does, it will not only be facially evident on Frank’s face that he recognizes Dr. Hayes, but physically evident as well. His body will sway and topple as if he got hit with a wall of bricks.”

  “So Leonard knows these signs to look for?”

  “He does.”

  Stewart let out a breath. “Good. I’ll just reiterate that to him when I talk to him.”

  “You do that.”

  The phone in George’s office rang. George looked at it, then at Stewart.

  “Sorry.” Stewart quickly picked it up. “President Hadley’s office. Oh, just a minute.” He extended the phone to George. “For you.”

  George rolled his eyes. “Of course it is. Who is it.”

  “Your favorite person.”

  George grinned and snatched up the phone. “Hey.” He spoke into the receiver. “How are things going there? Good. Good.” He shooed Stewart away and leaned back. “Not much longer. I was just talking about how you are getting things ready there . . . yes, we’re getting things ready on this end. Alabama is nearly ready for Dean’s arrival.” George shook his head. “Patience. Patience. Timing is everything. Now when is it that the leadership officially switches hands?” George nodded with an even bigger grin and carried on his conversation.

  ^^^^

  With the Ugachuga song stuck in his head, Richie bounced and sang as he walked. Totally oblivious and in his own world, he moved down the housing section of the base. He looked at the clipboard he carried then to the house totally overgrown with weeds. The same house connected to Frank’s well kept one. He shrugged, took a step forward, and nearly shrieked when he felt a hand cover his mouth and his body lifted from the ground. An arm braced him tightly around the waist and carried him at a top speed directly to the back of the house.

  He breathed out heavily when he was set down. Richie spun to see. “Frank.”

  “Well.”

  “I haven’t been in there yet.”

  “Can it be done?”

  “I don’t know yet, Frank. I just got your orders to make this the new guy’s house.” Richie tossed his hands up. “And . . . these places have firewalls, Frank. What is this peephole shit you want me to make? Is there something about you I don’t know about?”

  “Ha, ha, ha. I need to know exactly what he’s up to. If we can’t do the bugging thing with his house . . .”

  “You’re gonna watch him shower.”

  “Richie!”

  Richie laughed. “Sorry. Let me go see what I can do. O.K.?”

  “Thanks and leave me a note or something,” Frank told him. “This guy is supposed to be a big deal. If he’s that big, he knows a lot. If he knows it, I wanna know it.”

  “Then we’ll try.” Richie held up his hands, “That’s all I can do. But . . . if he’s that big, I guess you can’t easily get rid of him, huh?”

  Frank fluttered his lips. “Are you kidding. Accidents happen, Richie. As soon as we find out what he knows, we’ll take him out. No problem.”

  Richie didn’t say anything. He just walked to the house, swaying his head at Frank’s stock response of ‘no problem’. It never was a problem to Frank when he easily eliminated someone that knew too much. But in Richie’s mind, how much longer could an outnumbered Frank get away with it?

  ^^^^

  Beginnings, Montana

  The last computer to shut down was off and Dean picked up the folders he had ready to take home. He slipped off his lab jacket and carried it to the coat tree.

  “Got a second?” Danny Hoi popped his head into Dean’s lab.

  “Um sure.” Dean looked at his watch. “Then I’m out of here.”

  “Early day?”

  “You could say that. I’ll work at home. What’s up?”

  Danny grinned and walked over to the counter to meet Dean. “Did you have bills in the old world?”

  “Yes. We all did.”

  “Good. Then you know how to pay them, right?”

  Dean snickered. “Of course I know how to . . . shit.”

  “No. No. It’s not that bad.” Danny laid on the table a signed favor slip from Dean. “You signed two of these, both huge if I may add.”

  “Unfortunately.” Dean picked it up and saw what Danny wrote. “Danny.” Dean turned serious. “No.” He handed it back. “Anything else but this. No.”

  “But Dean . . .”

  “Danny, it’s wrong. No.” Dean stayed firm.

  “You got it all wrong.” Danny told him and handed the favor slip back.

  “You have Ellen’s name written on here. How can I have it all wrong?”

  “Because you think I’m asking for sex.”

  Dean, who was about to hand the slip back, stopped. “You’re not?”

  “No.” Danny shook his head. “Not at all. I’m asking for Ellen.” He snickered. “For a day.”

  “A day?”

  “Yes. All day. No interruptions from you. Female companionship is what I want. All day.”

  “No sex?”

  “Only if she wants to put out.” Danny saw that Dean didn’t like his comment. “Kidding, Dean. That’s all I want. I want to watch a movie with her, make and eat dinner with her. Talk. I’m tired of hanging out with men and the women here don’t really go for me. Henry’s ruined them on that.” He leaned to Dean and winked. “Now they think all Asian men are like him. So can I?”

  “When?” Dean asked.

  “Whenever is good.”

  There was a certain amount of relief in Dean’s tone. “I guess. That wouldn’t be a problem. Sure Danny. But . . . really, you have to talk to Ellen. I can’t give her out.”

  “O.K.” Danny nodded. “I mentioned it to her already, but I’ll talk again. She thinks it will be fun. Thanks Dean.” Danny moved to the door.

  “Danny.” Dean held up the favor slip. “This?”

  “Keep it.” Danny waved and moved out.

  Dean continued to gather up his things. He smiled, thinking about how he sweated Danny’s ‘huge’ favor. But it dawned on him Danny still had one more. A part of Dean felt like he owed the Mafia money, a part of him feared that return favor.

  “Dean.”

  Dean looked up as he picked his folders up. Henry stood there. “I’m on my way out.”

  “I wanted to talk to you. Can we talk.”

  “Henry, no. O.K.” Dean moved to the door.

  “Dean this is ridiculous. You know that. We shouldn’t be fighting.”

  Dean stopped cold. “You went to Bowman. Early. You went there specifically to be with Ellen. Did you not?”

  “I did. But . . .”

  “But no buts Henry. That was wrong. She’s my wife. I told you no. So you went another route.”

  “See Dean, maybe I did start out going to Bowman for . . .”

  “Henry.” Dean silenced him. “Start out. End up. It doesn’t matter. Your intentions to start trouble were there.”

  “All right. You’re right.” Henry told him. “That was wrong. I was angry with you. So now can we please just sit down and talk.”

  “Sure we can Henry. But not now. I’m busy. And . . .” Dean cleared his throat. “You may want to think twice now about asking for an understanding with me. Things have changed.” Dean handed Henry a slip of paper. “Danny pulled his favor.” With a quick grin, Dean walked out.

  Henry’s heart dropped when his eyes moved down to the favor slip and he saw written in the favor slot was the name Ellen. “No.” Henry crumbled the favor slip.

  ^^^^

  Bowman, North Dakota

  Hal was getting pretty good at answering his phone quickly and within two rings. “Captain Slagel.” And then there wou
ld be nothing. Oddly, he would look at the phone and hang it up., “Sorry Elliott. Where were we?”

  “Tower spotted the scouts coming over the hill.” Sgt. Ryder said in Hal’s office.

  “Which group?” Hal asked then held up his hand when the phone rang again. “Captain Slagel. Hello? Hello?” Shrugging, he hung up the phone. “Sorry. Which group?”

  “We believe . . .”

  “Hold that thought.” Hal grabbed the ringing phone. “Captain Slagel speaking . . . hello? Shit.” He placed down the phone. “We should really contact Danny and tell him things are not working.

  “Perhaps we should.” Sgt. Ryder hid his snicker. “Now, as I was . . .” He cringed. “Go on.”

  Hal picked up the phone. “Captain . . . Craig! You asshole.” Hal slammed down the phone.

  “Savage camps.”

  “Excuse me.”

  “Just thought I’d get that information out of my mouth before you fly out the door to kill him.”

  “Savage camps. That’s the scouts?” Hal asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you. Be right back.” As predicted by Sgt. Ryder, Hal flew out of his office to search out Craig.

  ^^^^

  Beginnings, Montana

  Robbie was grateful that Auto World’s lifetime guarantee brakes didn’t deteriorate like the rest of society. Of course Robbie would be more grateful if Frank was around to replace the brakes on the Jeep. Fixing automobiles was never a chore for Frank; it was a hobby. There were others in Beginnings who could easily do it, but since Frank liked it, he made it part of the responsibility of the head of security. Robbie didn’t quite understand why that was. He guessed Frank saw some demented connection between fixing Jeeps and protecting lives. Robbie could hear Frank’s reasoning. Justifying if the Jeep doesn’t work it could die out on a hill, roll down it uncontrollably and into a tree, therefore taking the life of the driver when he was forcefully ejected from the seat. Whatever the reason Frank gave for the privilege of being Beginnings auto mechanic, Robbie was ready to kill him.

  Her voice sang out into the garage. “Robbie!”

  Robbie’s hands stopped working on the tire. Sarcastically and mimicking Bev’s tone, he called back. “Bev-ee.”