by Angela White
“Yeah,” Marc sighed. “If she comes out, I swear, I’m going to throw the ugliest tantrum she’s ever seen. I may even shit myself so she has to change my diaper.”
Zack, who needed the laugh, enjoyed his minute with Marc. He would never let anyone of them in again, not like he had before Crista’s death, but he would still allow himself these moments or there was little reason to go on.
“Theo said she can come down in the morning. He’ll be ready.”
Marc scowled, but didn’t protest. Angela had to go in and assign areas, though Marc had tried to convince her to let him do it. She’d refused, insisting it was part of her job. Marc agreed, but that didn’t stop the concern. Not everyone was cut out for being underground.
“He give you a time?”
“Said they’re cleaning the first areas tonight, while the gatherers are still out. Estimated dawn.”
“I’ll let her know,” Marc said, adding it to his book. Nearly half full, he would need another one soon.
“Is something wrong?” Zack asked suddenly. “You want the defenses up, and she wants us in the cave ASAP. Is more trouble coming?”
Marc wasn’t in the mood to lie or play Angela’s games, but he knew better than to tell the truth. “You’ll have to discuss that with the boss.”
It was still an answer, and Zack sighed resignedly. “I kinda knew, when she made me head of security. She’s trying hard to keep me here.”
“Others too,” Marc commented. “Not just for the problems, though. We need you. You’re good at what you do.”
“So are you,” Zack returned the compliment, happy with the praise. “Camp’s almost fully running.”
“Yeah, I thought it would make her happy to get up and find out how much we’d accomplished overnight.”
“It will,” Zack agreed. “She’s like Adrian. She’s happiest when work is being done.”
Zack responded to an Eagle who called him over and Marc stewed a bit on the observation. Was Angie really happiest when everyone was laboring? Why?
She knows building a future will take all our lives, the demon responded. Every day of toiling now is a day of living later.
Marc headed for the QZ, where their new arrivals were being fed. Charlie and Tracy were there, handing trays to suited guards. Marc approved. The refugees sounded sick. Coughing was a constant noise from their one tent and Marc gave the doctor a lifted brow.
Doctor Reynolds waved him off, indicating it wasn’t anything serious, but Marc didn’t like or trust the man and sent his demon in to check them out.
As Marc walked by the activity row that Kenn had taped off before crashing, the demon returned, replying, Environmental effects, nothing more. No outbreaks there.
“And morals? Ethics?”
Little, the demon admitted. They’ve had a hard time of it. Reprogramming will be required.
Marc wasn’t overly concerned about that. Most of the people who’d joined Safe Haven had needed some changing, including himself. The Marc who’d escorted Angela here could never have stayed while she led these people, could never have followed her orders and shared this power.
“Rookie Eagle sign-ups have now ended for the night,” Tonya informed everyone over the radio, sounding tired. “A fresh sheet will be in the mess come dawn. Add your name and play our game. Whadda ya say, folks? We need Eagles. Think about it.”
Marc was pleased with the messages Tonya had been sending out and relieved that Allan was no longer scheduled for that duty. When Tonya and Kenn were busy or sleeping, he and Angie would cover it. She said people liked hearing their voices, that it was a comfort.
Marc shifted toward the tent area, hoping to find Angela’s guards still standing outside her tent.
He hadn’t reached that zone yet when the ground under his feet trembled and Marc groaned at the timing. She wouldn’t sleep through a tremor, no matter who had Point.
The earth rumbled angrily, sending strong vibrations through the dirt and rock that bought people from their tents.
Marc hit his button, spotting a long black braid whipping around a jogging shadow. “Just a tremor, folks. Settle down.”
Marc saw Angela pause to evaluate the reaction and Marc hit the button again as the ground quieted. “We’ll get those off and on for a while. Try not to panic.”
There was no distortion of his disapproving voice and people resumed their activities as the rumbling stopped.
Marc heaved a sigh of relief when Angela circled back toward their tent, her guards at her side. She had to get more than two hours of sleep at a time or she was going to lose the baby before it grew too big to become an issue.
Marc detoured toward the main gate for a quick walk through to calm people further and check for damages and injuries. He didn’t expect to find either. The tremor had only lasted a few seconds. Marc’s thoughts went to Angela’s prediction of thousands of refugees. He needed to do more to get ready for that. There were defenses that Angie might not think they needed and Marc didn’t intend to ask her first. The work would be finished before she woke each morning and he doubted she would order any of it removed once she saw how effective his protections would be. With the right fences and guns, Safe Haven would be able to hold off a riot of refugees.
Marc was already worried that Angela wouldn’t want to hold them off. Like with the ants, she would kill herself to find a way to take them all in. It was a problem he didn’t have a solution for and he was pretty sure that Adrian hadn’t either. That was why the blond man had hoped to be dead before now. He knew the things coming were so awful that no one could handle them all.
Marc refused to think about that issue any longer and headed toward the QZ, taking the opposite path for the round-rip to be confident that he had it all covered. He spotted kids being escorted to the bathrooms, including the descendant children they’d been picking up along the way. There were now more than thirty children in Safe Haven and that was another reason for Marc to have hope. Angela was right about leaving–he would accept that in time–and with that knowledge, they would survive.
As Marc went by, the group of kids turned to look at him. Many of the camp children waved and shouted hello, but the descendants nodded in unison, showing their respect for the male Alpha in Safe Haven.
A bit shaken, Marc parroted the formal greeting and walked faster. There was a lot he still didn’t understand.
The QZ was dark and quiet, a good sign as far as Marc was concerned, but he felt the tension as he neared the center tents. Tara’s sentries were still rubbing each other the wrong way–Marc could tell from the glowers and crossed arms. Clearly, he’d missed an argument.
Marc glanced at Kendle. “Things okay here?”
Kendle snorted lowly. “Peachy.”
Marc lifted a brow at Daryl, but got only a shrug in response.
Marc sighed. “If you two can’t learn to play nicely, Angela will stop by for a chat. Do either of you really want that?”
Both of them reluctantly shook their heads. No one wanted to be on Angela’s shit list, no matter the reason.
“Good. Here’s an idea. Teach each other something on every shift.”
Dumbfounded silence met the suggestion and Marc’s tone lowered into warning, “Then consider it an order.”
He left them glowering, aware that it was at him now
“Good. They’ll be too busy bitching about the order to piss each other off,” he muttered, noting the poker game going on in one of the soldiers’ QZ tents. The Indian side was now empty. Angela had cleared them this afternoon and spent an hour going over settling instructions with them and their partners. Marc wasn’t sure what she had planned, but assumed it was building or gathering. She might have let the soldiers out first if it were a security or traveling chore.
Marc stopped at the guard station outside the QZ, aware of the furious attention focused on his every move. Inside Safe Haven, Adrian’s visibility was severely limited, but out here, there was little blocking his view.
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Marc, feeling calmer than usual when it came to Adrian, ignored the man and joined the small line of shooters waiting for a chance to hit the red Coke sign that had been hung exactly where Marc had instructed. The line was moving slowly, but the mood was good and Marc soaked it up. His thoughts were never nice and neat these days, and it was a relief to be welcomed like one of the pack.
5
“He’s not asleep yet. Go get him,” Ozzie ordered.
“You got it.”
Simon quickly made his way to the entrance of the tunnel. The two men had Point in the caves during the evening shift, but Theo was in charge of the entire operation and they had something going on that had to be cleared by him. Neither of them had the experience to green light this one.
Ozzie left the small area they’d set up, not disturbing the sketching teenager. Jennifer had been at the table for hours, churning out the requested blueprints. Until Theo approved them (her work), they wouldn’t be using those drawings. Ozzie was positive that when she was finished, Jennifer would expect to implement them immediately. As fast as she was drawing, it wouldn’t be morning shift before that issue had to be handled. Ozzie believed in covering things before they were trouble.
“Poor planning prevents positive performance,” he grumbled the saying backwards contentedly, still quite fond of his time in the service. That was why the Eagles had appealed to him so much, even though he could have surrendered to the draft and been useful to the government.
“At least until Angie got to us,” he said lowly, not avoiding the shadows or feeling the claustrophobia that some of their crews were already reporting. Ozzie wasn’t afraid of being inside the earth. Being above it, however, terrified the hell out of him. If they had asked him to fly, there could have been chaos.
Theo wasn’t happy to be disturbed. He had just gotten settled into the builder tent he was sharing with his main crew. He was on his cot with a full stomach, freshly showered, and boots off. He’d been about to read over the notes he’d made earlier, and then sleep for ten hours.
“Tell her I have to go over them. In the morning,” Theo grumbled, glaring slightly.
Simon knelt down by Theo’s cot, aware of their audience. “If she’s good–you know, the sketches– then we can have it ready for the boss at dawn, instead of tomorrow night.”
Theo understood their need to score points and gave in, rising. “Okay. I need coffee. I was already getting sleepy.”
Simon rushed off to secure a fresh mug and Theo pulled on his boots. “You guys get some rest. Even if the drawings are done, we can’t roll on it until Angela approves it.”
The rest of the crew went back to what they’d been doing, but Theo could see that Simon’s words of scoring early had sent fresh alertness into them. Theo understood and there was always the possibility that the boss would rise early, sensing they might have something for her. Angela was spooky that way and Theo respected it.
“I’ll call if it’s good, okay?”
That was welcomed with nods and calm returning to the tent.
Theo stuffed his laces into his socks instead of tying them and stumbled to the cave, almost hoping Jennifer did have something good. When she’d stated she was supposed to help with the blueprints, Theo had assumed she was like Neil–a map maker–but she’d offered enough ideas and proof of her words that he’d put her on outlining locations of key components like air and power, as well as waste and food setups.
He marched a bit faster, wishing he’d thought to grab his jacket. He’d forgotten how chilly midnight was.
Theo was entering the cave when Simon joined him, handing over the mug of coffee.
Theo sipped the coffee as he eased into the cave that had gaping holes and razor-sharp edges. There was a center gap that a horse could fall through. They had a lot of work to do to make this livable, but the addition of the hanging lanterns by the night shift certainly was a start. They made it possible for Theo to see that a crew had come in and cleaned these first level areas. Small piles of garbage were in the corners of each cavern, waiting for retrieval.
The smell of bleach was strong, and Theo took a mask from one of the many stacks that had been distributed throughout the areas they were exploring. There were also oxygen packs, for those who had trouble adjusting to being underground. Theo wasn’t one of those, but he did hate the smell of bleach and increased his pace. He still wasn’t feeling good about living inside the earth, but he knew that he could. He was hoping for a recount on that vote.
Theo stopped short of entering the area Jennifer was in, drawn by the hum of energy. They didn’t have a source of power in here yet, but the sounds and vibrations were unmistakable. An engine was running.
Theo advanced quietly, approaching the table from the side so she could see him coming.
“You shouldn’t be up yet.”
Her voice didn’t sound right and Theo carefully took the chair across from her, glancing over the blueprint she was laboring on. Her pencil flew across the sheet, adding details, notes.
Theo gaped in surprise at the nearly complete diagram of their air system. It was perfect, exactly as he’d envisioned it.
“I took it from your mind,” Jennifer said, hand not pausing. “I wouldn’t have insisted, though. I would have let you sleep.”
Theo didn’t tell her the others weren’t rooting against her. She obviously already knew that and didn’t approve of their competitions.
“I actually wanted those hours to go over it before I showed you,” Jennifer admitted, hand slowing a bit. “It’s the first one I’ve done.”
She gently placed her pencil on the table. “It’s finished, I think.”
Theo slid the draft around, confident he would have her do the rest of the blueprints. “It’s really, really good, Jenny. Honest.”
The teenager beamed at the praise, sending good energy throughout the cave.
In response, an odd howl filtered up to them, making both people tense.
“Is that something we should worry about?” Theo asked nervously.
Jennifer studied the sound, and then shook her head. “No, but note it for the boss. The herd might stampede if she doesn’t give them a logical explanation.”
“Is there one?” he asked nervously.
“Not one they’ll like. She’ll probably ask you to say its air in the pipes.”
Theo immediately told himself the same thing and felt that hair inside his brain lay down. He could deal with magic. Ghosts? No.
“Candy won’t be good for you,” Jennifer stated suddenly, returning to that tone of the dead. “Known as the architect of Safe Haven, your legend will be far and long.”
“If I avoid her?” Theo asked sullenly, already hating the message.
“Only if you avoid her,” Jennifer answered, retreating from his upset demeanor. “I’m sorry. She’s not one of us.”
“What does that mean?” Theo demanded angrily. “She’s a traitor?”
“She hates men. She’ll only worsen with time.”
“Does Angela know?”
Jennifer shrugged, coming back to herself. “I don’t know. Probably.”
“Then why would she put us together?”
“Because you like her and you’re lonely, and you’ll be content at times. Some days, especially since we all almost died, that’s a lot. You know?”
Theo felt his anger leave and nodded tiredly. “Yes, but tell her I don’t want that, will you? Even if I’m meant to be alone. I hate settling.”
Jennifer gave him a sympathetic smile. “Me too. Would you like me to search for you, to determine who else might be a match?”
It was a generous, rarely made offer and Theo knew that, but he said, “You shouldn’t waste it on me. The camp needs you.”
Warmed, Jennifer reached out and Theo reluctantly placed his big hand over hers, thinking she had the bone structure of a delicate bird. He felt like a giant in comparison.
Jennifer jerked as the door opened in her mind
and she grinned in delight as a pretty face appeared. “Nice!”
She shoved the picture into Theo’s mind.
“Wow, that’s great! She’s, uh, wow. Not here yet. I don’t know her!”
Jennifer shut the door between them and returned to the paper, adding a few more details that she’d just thought of.
Theo was busy memorizing the woman’s profile so that when he finally met her, he wouldn’t miss her. Not only was she pretty and clearly the shot of wild that he liked, she was also a descendant. He’d been able to tell by her glowing red orbs.
“Thank you.”
“Please don’t mention it. Kyle won’t like me doing it.”
“My word,” Theo vowed, hoping no one had overheard them.
“We’re alone,” she stated.
Theo heard the light tremor in her tone and didn’t try to resist the urge to comfort her. “I wouldn’t. Ever.”
Jennifer forced herself to relax, waving at the entrance. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping now?”
“With this ready?” Theo snorted. “Not a chance. I’ll sleep next week.”
“Well, give me another twenty minutes before everyone comes in,” she instructed. “I have another idea for that power system and I think it’ll take about half the room.”
Theo didn’t argue. He would keep the men at the mess for twice that, talking about the first load of gear they needed. They would also update Doug so he could add their progress to the board.
Jennifer wasn’t aware of the time as she continued to work and the night passed. Food and drinks were put next to her and she consumed those items, but her mind was flying. She barely noticed when the evening faded into early morning. She loved being useful.
Chapter Six
Flying High
Shortly Before dawn
1
“Samantha? Honey? You have to wake up now.”
Samantha responded to the urgency, lids snapping open.
Around her, papers, dishes, and gear dropped to the floor with a loud crash.