"Yes, Frank, I do," Jeremiah responded, "and I ain't about to make no bones about it. What is it that bothers you so much, Frank, the believing, or maybe that you have a place in God's plan?"
Frank lowered his aching head back into his hands, and spoke from there as he gently shook his head from side to side. "I don't know, Jeremiah... Believing in God, believing you're Maggie's husband, believing that God wants me... I don't know I don't."
"You're afraid Frank, you're afraid that God might ask too much... God don't ever ask too much, just what you kin handle, Frank," Jeremiah stated calmly. "God didn't say you have to change, or tell you that you have to give up anything either, if that's what you're thinking. If a change comes to you, it comes to you because you wanted it. God just helps you to see what you want. What you really want, inside."
"Okay," Frank said, raising his head from his hands, "okay, Jeremiah, I believe in God... It was a hard decision, maybe I'm thick headed, can't believe what I don't see sometimes, but... I'm out of explanations, and the only one that seems to fit is God. I don't know why in hell he would want me, but I'm his if he does," Frank finished, as he once again buried his face in his hands. He peeked up briefly. "Aspirin, Jimmy, got any aspirin, Tylenol, anything?"
"Hang on," Jimmy said, as he rummaged through a desk drawer. "Here," He handed Frank three tablets along with a cup of coffee to swallow them with.
Frank swallowed the tablets before he spoke again. "So what now?"
"We have to stop him, that's for sure," Gary said, "we can't just let him do it."
"Do you know exactly where them missiles are, Frank?" Jeremiah asked.
"No, not exactly, I know I could find them, but I haven't seen them." He spent the next few minutes telling them how he had found out about the missiles. "...Peter's, I mean Black, said they're not actually in the facility. They're a good ten miles away, in Fort Drum," Frank continued, "on the old Jeffery's farm he called it..."
"I know where that is. I know exactly where that is, Frank," Gary said suddenly "When you told me, I thought you meant they were in the facility itself, not there. But what the hell are they doing there, Jefferey's wouldn't go for that at all, I know it, I went to..."
"He would and did, Gary," Frank cut in, "Jeffery's was in on it. He was CIA, Gary, he knew."
"Jumped up Jesus," Gary said. Jeremiah shot him a grim look. "Sorry Jeremiah, I mean God, but Jeffery's? I went to school with him... I guess... Well, okay. Okay then if you say so, Frank, I believe you, but where? It's a farm, Frank, where the hell..." Gary's eyes suddenly flew open and Frank nodded. "The silos, Frank? The silos?"
"Yeah. I'm afraid so, Gary, school chum or not he did it, and they're there. No doubt about it, two of them hidden in the silos."
"Okay, okay," Gary said, "but what can we do about it..."
"Go back," Jeremiah said calmly, "we have to go back." He pointed at Gary. "You, me, Frank and Jimmy. We have to go to Fort Drum and disarm them somehow, Gary."
"Well now, this is where I have a problem with it," Gary said, in an angry tone of voice. "Where is God now? Why can't God just reach down and smack the shit out of those missiles and end it that way?"
"It doesn't work that way, Gary," Frank responded, "that's why God needs us," he looked at Jeremiah.
"Frank's right, Gary, it don't work that way, and you ain't stupid enough to believe that it does, are you?"
Gary released a deep sigh. "No, I ain't," he said, in a low voice, "But..."
"But nothin', Gary, it's us that have to do it. Us, there ain't nobody else that'll do it for us...We all agreed?"
Frank's headache was beginning to worsen when Jeremiah asked the question, but he nodded his head in agreement, along with Gary and Jimmy.
"One other thing, Frank," Jeremiah said. "I said I could prove to you who I was, and I aim to keep that promise." Jeremiah walked over to the small television screen, and six pair of eyes followed him. The screen was blank, and Gary began to puzzle until he looked at Frank. Frank's eyes were bugged out as he stared at the blank screen.
"Jimmy?" Gary asked.
"Blank," Jimmy responded.
"Not to him it ain't," Jeremiah said calmly.
Gary turned his attention back to Frank. His eyes were no longer bulging he noticed, and a smile had come onto his face, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"The children," Frank said, in a barely audible voice, "the children, oh my God, Jeremiah, why didn't you tell me?" Frank whispered.
"You needed to see yourself, Frank," Jeremiah said, nearly whispering himself. "Maggie will take good care of them, you needn't worry."
"Frank," Gary asked, "Frank, what's going on, Frank, hey..."
"It's okay Gary," Frank said softly, "the kids are okay." He shook his head, suddenly realizing that the headache was gone, and blinked his eyes. When he opened them, the screen was as blank to him as it had remained to everyone else in the room. "We need to go," Frank said, in a stronger voice, "we don't have much time. Jimmy, when did that come in?"
"About an hour ago, so if he was serious we only have forty seven left... Is that enough?"
"Not if we stand around talking it isn't," Frank said, "Jeremiah?"
"Yep," Jeremiah replied, "we gotta get a move on. The sooner the better." That seemed to end the conversation for a minute, as each man looked around at the others in the room. "One more thing," Frank said, "I think we need to pray." Frank got down on his knees in the small room, and was joined seconds later by the others. They joined hands, bowed their heads, and Jeremiah lead them in prayer.
While Jimmy searched out Hank Nelson, one of his ex-police buddies who had been helping to coordinate things, Frank set off with Gary to find Jessie. Jimmy could fill Hank in, and Jeremiah had gone over to the television station to set a plan in motion, that they had all agreed upon. Frank needed to find Jessie. He couldn't leave without seeing her, even if it only made it harder for him, and she was also part of the plan they had come up with, and, she needed to know about the children, Frank reasoned.
He found her with Lisa and Connie, in the old County Court House building, setting up the make-shift Red Cross kitchen for lunch.
"Frank," she asked when she saw his red eyes, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing is," Frank said, mildly, "but I need to talk to you..." he looked over at Bessy, the formidable woman who had run the kitchen on her own for three days, "Bessy?" he asked.
"Go on ahead," Bessy said, "we're just about finished here anyhow. Jessie, go on ahead, Lisa and Connie can help me serve." The old gray-haired woman nodded her head sternly at Jessie as she spoke.
Frank waited until they were outside before he spoke. Gary had followed them out, but walked a short distance away. "First," Frank said, "I love you, Jessie, I do with all my heart, and I should've already said it."
"Jessie, we, Gary, Jeremiah, Jimmy and I have to leave. I can't tell you all reasons right now... it has to do with something I know about those caves, but we have to go, Jessie. We have to."
"Okay," she said in a low voice, as she brushed tears from her eyes, "just come back, Frank..." she burst into tears as she finished. Frank took her chin in his hands, and gently lifted her face to his.
"Jessie, do you trust me?" Frank asked.
"Of course, Frank!" she was crying harder but her voice had taken on a rough edge, a panicked pleading was mixed in with it.
"Jessie, trust me, it'll be okay, I swear it," he said.
"I believe you, Frank, and believing will help me hang on," she replied.
“I... I wanted to say something else, Jessie... Something.”
She put one finger to his lips and stopped his words.
“Frank... Not at a time like this... I don't trust emotion in a time like this.”
He looked at her for a second and then nodded. He turned to Gary and nodded decisively.
The three of them walked quickly toward the television station, meeting Jimmy along the way.
"All set?" Frank asked.
> "All set," Jimmy answered, "Hank, will see to things here."
They walked in silence to the station, and Jeremiah met them at the door. "Think it'll work?" Gary asked him.
"No way to know, but it can't hurt," Jeremiah responded.
Two hours later, Frank, Jeremiah, and Jimmy, as well as Gary, were standing at the village of Fairport's main dock.
"Several to choose from," Gary said, as he stared out over the muddy banked channel.
"At least they're not all in the mud," Frank agreed. "Makes me wish we had John with us. I'd feel a heck of a lot better with him steering us out to the lake." They had gone to John before they left to find out which was the quickest way to get to the lake, without chancing a trip through the north side of the city. John had suggested Fairport, because of its man-made channel that served the lake.
"Well, let's do it, Gentlemen," Jeremiah said, as he walked across the concrete lip of the channel, and out onto a short pier. A length of yellow nylon rope was still bound, although it was pulled tight, around a wooden piling, and Jeremiah followed the rope to its ending, at a fairly good sized fiberglass speed boat about three feet below them. Lilac City Baby, was stenciled just below the port side in script. After carefully untying the knot in the nylon rope; holding it tightly against the wooden piling as he did, allowing the tension to slowly bleed off, Jeremiah jumped down the three feet to the deck.
"Well?" he said looking up, "you guy's gonna just let me float away?"
The remaining three men jumped down to the deck, as Jeremiah made his way back to steering console.
"No keys," he said frowning.
"I can fix that," Jimmy said, "lemme see..." he reached his hand under the panel, and emerged with three pig-tail ends of wire. "I learned this at the jail," he said, as he slid two of the wires together, "listening to a kid we had in one night, talking about how he did it." The small red indicator light to the right of the switch lit up. "Now," Jimmy said, as he touched the remaining wire to the already connected two. "Presto-chango," he finished as the electric starter began to whir, turning the in-board motor over. He reached to the throttle and edged it forward slightly, while still holding the wires together with one hand. The engine caught, and the low burble of the motor came to him from the exhaust that bubbled up from the rear of the boat. "No probleemo," Jimmy said, as he released one of the wires. "I don't however, know how to drive this thing," he finished sheepishly.
"I do," Gary volunteered, "I owned one like it." He took over the controls and slowly backed the boat away from the dock, turned it around, and headed down the channel toward the lake.
"Owned your own gravel pit," Frank said, "I guess you were pretty well off if you could afford a boat like this."
"That I was," Gary said, "but I ain't sorry I don't have it all still, Frank... In fact I'm glad I don't. It was too much of a headache. When this is over I'm retiring."
Frank chuckled. "Me too, Gary, me too."
Twenty minutes later they were leaving the channel and entering the lake. The sun rode high in the warm air, and Jeremiah asked, "How long did John say it would take to get there, Frank?"
"Two, maybe three hours tops," he replied.
"Gee, Frank, how come we didn't think of this?" Gary asked, with a smirk on his face.
"Dunno, should have," he said laughing. It felt good to laugh, he thought, and he was pretty sure none of them would be laughing once they got to Fort Drum.
"How are we going to do it when we get there?" Frank asked, to no one in particular.
The laughter died down quickly, making Frank wish he hadn't asked.
"We'll see when we get there," Jeremiah said, "all we kin do, Frank."
"How close you think you can get us, Gary?" Jeremiah asked.
"Well, if the town's flooded like I think, we'll probably be able to take it right into Watertown, and probably most of the way to Fort Drum. From there I guess we hoof it, guys."
Frank checked the clip in the nine mm machine pistol, before he spoke. "You really think we'll need these, Jeremiah?"
"I'm 'fraid so, Frank, we can hope this Jeffery's guy ain't there, I doubt he is, but there's the other guy to contend with... He may know we're coming, he may not. Hopefully Jessie and Hank can fool 'em for a while... No telling, Frank, but I'm sure we'll need 'em," he checked the clip in his own weapon when he finished.
The machine pistols were fully automatic, and each held a two hundred round clip. Jimmy had liberated them from the evidence room of the Rochester Police Department's downtown office, along with several spare clips, and more than two thousand rounds of additional ammunition. "These will do the job," Jimmy had said, "if anything will."
The machine pistols had been taken in one of the many raids on drug houses on the city’s north side, Jimmy had told them, as he had pointed out a room that to Frank looked as if it could hold a small banquet.
The room had been filled to overflowing with weapons of all types, including what looked to Frank to be an Army issue fifty mm anti-aircraft gun. "They use those?" Frank had asked, incredulously.
"Those and anything else they can get their hands on," Jimmy had answered solemnly.
I wonder if we should have bought the anti-aircraft gun, Frank thought now, as he watched the calm blue-green water of the lake slip by. "I hate the thought of having to use this," he said, as he slipped the gun into a leather side holster that had been with it. The holster had obviously been custom-made for the previous owner of the weapon and included a long slit in one side that allowed the weapon to be holstered with the clip in place. The initials A. S. were burned into one side of it.
"So long as you use it when the time comes, Frank," Jeremiah said. "Don't hesitate, just do it, it's us or them."
"Oh I wouldn't hesitate, Jeremiah," Frank said, "I just won't like it while I'm shooting it." He frowned, but in truth the weight of the gun against his hip was comforting.
Gary pushed the throttle forward as they left the shallows of the lake, and began to move across the dark blue waters toward Fort Drum. Frank relaxed back into one of the vinyl boat seats, and let the wind flow through his black hair. Had it ever smelled so sweet, or felt so good, he asked himself. Probably not, he told himself. He wondered if maybe that was the way it was though when you were about to die. If suddenly everything began to look a lot better, he supposed it was. He couldn't rightly say that he felt as if he were going to die, but he couldn't say he didn't either. He looked around at the others. Gary had a grim smile plastered across his mouth as he leaned into the rush of wind, piloting the speed-boat. Jeremiah was sitting in the seat across from Frank, idly picking at a loose thread in the cushion, a worried look on his face, and Jimmy was leaned back in a backwards facing seat directly in front of Frank, with his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes shut. Frank tried but he could not shake the doomed feeling that had clutched him. It wouldn't let go, no matter what he tried to think of besides where they were going, and what they were going to attempt to do. He couldn't shake it, the grip was too tight.
Jeremiah turned and spoke. "Seems like the end don't it, Frank," he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
Jimmy opened his eyes and leaned forward as Frank spoke. "It does at that, but I've never had much that I cared about in life except my kids, and now Jessie; and now God. I don't want to die, but it isn't something I'm afraid of anymore."
"I feel about the same," Jimmy said, "no kids, no wife, I thought being a cop was all there was," he shook his head, "I'm in no hurry to die either..." he shrugged his shoulders, "It won't make me avoid it though, or walk away from it, I'm in it to the end."
They both looked at Jeremiah as he spoke. "It ain't so hard to die. It ain't something I want to do again though. At least I know there's something there, and it makes a big difference far as I'm concerned."
"What's it like, Jeremiah?" Jimmy asked, echoing the same question that Frank had been thinking.
"I don't know as I kin explain it well enough..." Jeremiah replied,
"It's sort of like what you think it is. Like...if you think it'll be hangin' around in a cloud all day, and talkin' to angels, I guess it could be that for you," he paused. "For me it was playing checkers. It was something I used to like to do, and never had time for. I played a couple of games with my dad..." his voice broke softly, "he hadn't changed a bit, still cheated'. It also means spending time with God, talkin' to him if you want to. I played checkers with him too, beat him on occasion, course I think he let me. It's everything you think it is, that's the best I kin say toward explaining it," he paused, and sighed. "One thing is life does have a bit on it. The taste of a cold beer, food, Maggie, feelin' hungry even, life does have something on it. But death ain't a bad place at all, you kin live there and have it agree with you."
"That's a good thing to know, Jeremiah," Frank said quietly, "if it's what you say, I guess it isn't half bad then."
Jimmy had once again closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat. "It's a damn sight better than I thought it would be," he said softly.
"What the hell you worrywarts talking 'bout now?" Gary called out, over the sound of the wind.
"Just life in general, Gary'," Frank answered. "How you doing?" Frank asked of Gary's back. "Why can't you put this thing on auto pilot or something?"
Gary stared over his shoulder at Frank, a look of disgust mingled with a smile on his face. "This boat doesn’t have it, that's why, mister smarty-pants," Gary yelled above the wind. "The throttle will stay open, but the steering won't lock, we'd go around in circles."
"Gee, so touchy," Frank said with a smile, as he got up and steadied himself. "I'm gonna watch the water go by, I guess," he said to Jeremiah as he walked away. He moved slowly up to where Gary stood, and stared out over the water. The waves were choppy and Frank could feel the boat skipping over them. They were hugging the coast line, about a mile out, he figured, and from here the world looked beautiful, he thought, it looked like nothing at all had happened. The vast expanse of water was entirely empty though, and that shattered the illusion. "Worried, Gary?" he asked.
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