Coventina

by Jamie Antonia Symonanis

  “Reproduced from a growing database of some kind apparently, complete with all or most of the nutrients our bodies need to stay healthy,” Lucilla said.

  “She knows more about our hosts than we do,” Marcus laughed.

  “Coventina, what is your first impression of being up here?” Diana asked.

  “Well, I haven’t seen anything outside of the interior of this ship, but I am fascinated.”

  May we have a view please? Quintus asked.

  A large window opened with a quiet hum a few seconds later.

  “Dear Goddess,” Coventina said when she looked up from her plate.

  “How incredibly beautiful,” Maria said.

  “We are coming up on the home of Denise and Layla. Hello down there,” Lucilla waved.

  “It all looks so peaceful from up hear, a beautiful jewel in the heavens teaming with life,” Diana said.

  “Looks are deceiving when it comes to the human race,” Anna said.

  “I have wondered how different our lives would have been if people of our time had been able to view our world as we can now?” Venutius said.

  “It doesn’t seem to help in our time,” Maria sneered.

  “Tell us about this other world Quintus,” Coventina said.

  “It is a place of magnificent beauty.”

  “Peaceful,” Marcus said.

  “Quiet, vast and quiet,” Lucius smiled.

  “Are there oceans?” Anna asked.

  “Yes. It is very much like this world, but smaller,” Marcus said.

  “Are there other humans there?” Maria asked.

  “No,” Petilius answered.

  “I think you’d say anything to get me to go with you if that is what you decide,” Maria laughed. “I was asking the others.”

  Quintus answered once the laughs subsided. “No Maria, there are no humans there.”

  “Not yet,” Marcus said.

  “Animals?”

  “There is an abundance of life,” Petilius said, looking at Maria as if he was about to get smacked.

  “Birds? I love birds,” Maria said.

  “Many birds,” Petilius smiled.

  “It is a beautiful world. I’m not sure there is a place for us here any more,” Venutius said.

  There was a shared silence at the table before Quintus spoke. “We are going to join Aya and the others. Is anyone else interested in coming along? You are all invited.”

  All of the others decided to remain to clean up and retire.

  “Shall we?” Quintus said.

  “Yes.” Coventina smiled.

  Aya and Mys were waiting in a section of the ship that appeared to be a lounge.

  Greetings, Aya said.

  “Hello Aya. Thank you so much for your hospitality and kindness,” Lucilla said.

  We are pleased to be of assistance.

  It is a delight to meet more females of your species. Welcome Coventina, Mys said.

  Coventina looked at them and smiled. “Thank you, for everything.”

  “Please, make yourself comfortable,” Quintus said.

  They relaxed and shared a wonderful communion. At one point glasses full of a delicious beverage appeared on the table in front of them.

  You’ve been wondering about our age Lucilla, Mys said.

  “Yes, and so much more.”

  If you are infants, we are but college graduates. There is so much more to the universe that is unknown and may never be known, older than either of our species, perhaps to the point of refusing contact.

  “We are but infants,” Coventina said, wearing a worried look on her face.

  Something is disturbing you? Aya asked.

  “Yes, I cannot explain it, but I have a horrible feeling of dread for some reason.”

  “It is late. We’ve had a long day,” Lucilla said.

  “Yes, it has been a long day, a marvelous long day,” Coventina smiled.

  Lucilla and Marcus walked in a different direction to their room.

  “I’ve arranged for you to have a room of your own,” Quintus said.

  “That was very thoughtful of you Quintus,” she said, reaching for his hand, “but I would rather not be alone this night.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

  The door to Quintus’ room hummed open, closing behind them after they entered.

  47

  AC

  After a breakfast of biscuits and gravy at Mary Lou’s, Denise and Layla headed west towards Highway 3 where they would head north.

  “You can drive from St. Louis okay?” Denise said.

  “Our original two-lane heaven. I am enjoying the memories.”

  “Me too.”

  “Where exactly are we going again?” Layla asked.

  “Chicago.”

  “I know Chicago but where exactly?”

  “To a tall building.”

  “Well, that narrows it down,” Layla laughed. “Ready for your latte yet?”

  “Yes I am, thank you.”

  The drive up Highway 3 was over too quickly to suit Denise. She knew where they were going and why, and could not help but wonder where it might lead.

  “Do you mind if we stop at the Arch?” Denise asked.

  “Not at all. Get off at the next exit once we get across the bridge.”

  Denise parked the Mustang alongside the Mississippi River.

  “It is much larger right here, in person,” Denise said.

  “I take it we are not in a hurry?”

  “We have time.”

  They strolled up the stairs to the magnificent structure.

  “Amazing isn’t it?”

  “Yes. What is that way up there?”

  “An observation deck. Takes far too long to get up there though since they can’t take too many at a time.”

  “How do they get up there?”

  “A rather ingenious type of rail car that shimmies up and turns as it does.”

  “We used to do such big things, amazing things,” Denise sighed.

  “Follow me.”

  Layla led her to the south base of the arch. “Okay, now rest your back against the base.”

  “Okay.”

  “Now, look up.”

  “Impressive. Most impressive.” She then stared out across the field to the base on the other side of the grass covered field. “How far away is that?”

  “As far as it is tall, 630 feet.”

  “Let me guess, you did a paper on it?” Denise laughed.

  “Science project in grade school,” Layla grinned.

  “How do you think this compares in size to what our friends upstairs are using to get around?”

  “Hard to say,” Layla said looking up.

  “Oh, the one you’ve been traveling around in this past week is not quite as large.”

  Denise and Layla turned to see a woman strolling by. She was taller than Denise, with long, straight black hair that ended at the base of her spine. The dress she wore had an indigenous style, as did the sandals on her feet.

  “Really? How can you be sure?” Denise asked.

  “Sure of the size or sure about where you have been?”

  “Both?”

  “I am Layla.”

  “Denise.”

  “I am Kimana.”

  “Nice name, what does it mean?”

  The same as the meaning of that who you travel north to see, Butterfly.

  “Can you tell me what we will find as well?” Denise asked.

  “No, but you can.”

  “Are you from around here?” Layla said.

  “I am on my way back home south of here, in Ohio.”

  “Well, it comes as no surprise to us that you know so much,” Denise said.

  Kimana smiled. “I must be underway if I am to stay on schedule for all I have planned this day.”

  “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Layla said.

  Denise, this night will be hard for you.

  Can you elaborate?
/>   Pack your bags?

  Really?

  Just in case.

  “Thank you Kimana. Have a safe journey,” Denise said.

  “Safe journey Denizen.”

  Kimana walked in the opposite direction they did to get back to the Mustang and head north.

  “You’re a little quiet,” Layla said as she pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Did we unpack?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Ground or?”

  “No, let’s get there quickly.”

  “Okay. Where exactly?”

  “Anywhere near Lincoln Park will be fine.”

  Layla put the Mustang in stealth when they were under a highway overpass and laid in a course for Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. The Mustang climbed until she stopped and hovered above the Gateway Arch.

  “Now there’s a view very few humans get to see,” Denise smiled.

  “I’ve always dreamed about this view.”

  “We should touch down here, under the overpass at North Avenue,” Denise said.

  “What did she mean about that butterfly thing?”

  “We are going to see a friend of mine with, talents.”

  “Talents?”

  “She has skills and connections that allow her access to what most think is privileged information.”

  “She is a hacker?” Layla giggled.

  “That is such a low sounding word for someone with such talents.”

  “Okay. She’s a butterfly.”

  “She calls herself AC, the initials for Asterocampa Celtis, better known as the Hackberry Butterfly.”

  “Sweet. Where to from here?”

  “First a stop at Starbucks and then back to that building right over there,” Denise said pointing to a high-rise apartment building.

  AC told the security doorman to let them up when they arrived. When they stepped off the elevator she was standing halfway into the hall with her door open. She said nothing until they entered her apartment.

  “AC, it’s been a while. This is Layla, Layla, AC.”

  “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” AC smiled. “What have you brought me?”

  “I know you are on a tight schedule so thanks for agreeing to see me,” Denise said, handing her a latte.

  “My flight is not for a few hours.”

  “Here you are.” Denise handed her two telephones. AC brought them over to a desk she had three MacBook Pros sitting on.

  “I will have to get ahold of you later with what I find,” AC said, hooking them up to each of two computers.

  “Perfectly fine.”

  She handed them to Denise when she was finished. “So, where are you off to now?”

  “Back down south, at least until I hear back from you.”

  “Such a beautiful view of the lake from here,” Layla said.

  “It is pleasing,” AC smiled.

  “You must have a great view of the Air and Boat Show every year,” Denise giggled.

  “You know how I feel about THAT,” AC laughed. “I try to be out of town every year for it.”

  “I bet it gets to be a bit much.”

  “Especially for very private people, like us,” AC winked.

  “Well, we are going to get out of your way. Here,” Denise said, handing her an envelope full of one hundred dollar bills.

  “This is not necessary.”

  “A little mad money to show my deep appreciation.”

  “Very sweet. Thank you.”

  “Thank you.”

  AC escorted them to the elevator. “I can sense the tension inside you. Be careful,” she whispered into her ear before they stepped inside.

  “We always are,” Denise smiled as the elevator door closed.

  48

  Vengeance

  “NOOOO, don’t, there is no need, they are innocent, I am the one you want, NOOOO!” Denise screamed. It was more than loud enough to wake Layla who had just fallen asleep minutes earlier.

  “Baby what’s wrong? What is it?”

  Sweat glistened off her nakedness when she sat up, shaking mildly.

  “It was all too real, far too real.”

  “What was?”

  Denise slid out of bed and walked into the kitchen where she had left her handbag. She took out Judith’s Blackberry, found the number for Esther and dialed only to hear the recorded message saying the call could not be placed, to call her provider. “Fuck, she reported it stolen and they have turned it off. I should have called her to let her know we retrieved it,” Denise said walking over to the couch in the living room where her iPhone was charging.

  “Should I start a pot of coffee?” Layla asked, having a feeling they were not getting back to sleep anytime soon.

  Denise had her phone set to speaker after she dialed Esther’s number. What they heard were the all too familiar three beeps followed by, “We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or no longer in service. If you feel that you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.”

  “Yes, I think you’d better. Give me a moment alone in the bedroom please.”

  “Sure.”

  Denise tried the number again only to receive the same recorded message. She plopped on the bed lying on her back and contacted Aya.

  It is no trouble at all. We shall be there within the hour. Aya said.

  Thank you. We will be ready.

  “We’d better pack,” Denise said walking into the kitchen.

  “So, Kimana was right.”

  “Yes.”

  “Come on, let’s have a seat and you can lay it on me,” Layla said.

  “We can’t get too comfortable. Aya will be here within the hour.”

  Denise went on to tell her all she saw. “There was a woman directing it all. They did not even bother to check if Coventina was there. A few thugs threw something they were carrying through the windows and ran. There was a huge explosion. Layla if anyone was in that house they could not be alive, and now, with the phone.” She broke down briefly, Layla taking her in her arms.

  “I don’t have a good feeling about where this might lead with our legionnaire friends,” Layla said. “Let’s get at least one cup in us before they arrive.”

  “When I was a child I always felt that life had something major in store for me, but this. I know what we’ve done to get Coventina and Anna back is a good thing, but at what price? Am I responsible for this?”

  “Baby you have no control over what others are going to do, well, not unless you want to anyway. You are not responsible for their actions if when we get there this turns out to be true.”

  “Yeah. Come on, let’s get a quick shower, pack and get ready.”

  They loaded their bags into the Mustang and drove to a pickup point along a wooded area a short distance from their house.

  “They will try not to alert everyone they have on board,” Denise said.

  “Well, the craft has a smooth ride so they may not realize they are back.”

  “They’re here.”

  The Mustang was engulfed in a bright light and swiftly carried up into the craft.

  “I prefer driving up a ramp myself,” Layla said.

  “Come on, quietly.”

  They were led by An to the lounge area of the ship, who activated a view of where they were traveling. What appeared to be coffee mugs sat on the table in front of Denise and Layla. I believe you call them latte.

  “Yes, and thank you,” Denise said.

  “I was going to say you must have read my mind, but all things considered,” Layla smiled.

  “How long until we get there?”

  You will have ample time to finish your beverages, as there is no need to hurry. Your suspicions have been confirmed.

  Denise simply stared out the viewer watching night rapidly turn to dusk. Mys entered and seemed to glide over to the seat across from them.

  You will find that the entire famil
y of Coventina has permanently left their physical form, Mys said.

  “Allow us to evaluate the scene before,” Denise said, trailing away, not finishing the sentence.

  “Please put us down anywhere near the site,” Layla said.

  Come, we are nearly there.

  They were led back to the Mustang where Layla changed its appearance to a Nissan Sentra and waited to be beamed to the surface.

  Layla sped up Stockton Lane. They could see the smoke rising over the trees. When they arrived, an ambulance was leaving the scene. Firemen were mopping up what was left smoldering in the gutted two-story structure. The gray overcast sky added to the gloom Denise was already feeling. Layla parked the car on the side of the road where they exited and walked across to speak to the firemen.

  “Please stand back Miss,” one of the firemen said.

  “What happened?” Layla asked.

  “An explosion of some sort. Not much left really.”

  “Was anyone in there when it happened?” Denise asked quietly.

  “I’m sorry Miss but.”

  “We were friends of the family,” Layla said.

  “Well, then I am very sorry to inform you that the remains of three bodies were found in the wreckage. Some neighbors said a fourth family member is missing or simply has not been found yet. It was a large and powerful explosion, but if a fourth victim was in there when it happened, investigators will find some evidence of it.”

  “Come on,” Layla said, tugging at Denise’s arm. She could sense the rage building inside her.

  “Those who did this are still here, somewhere.”

  “Here? Do you mean right here or still on the island?”

  They walked back to the Mustang quickly to find Marcus and Lucius standing near it.

  “Inquilina,” Marcus said.

  “How is it you are here?” Denise asked.

  “I sensed we were traveling as did Lucius. Denise I.”

  “Does Quintus know yet?”

  “I am not certain.”

  “I am,” Layla said, turning her head towards Quintus and Coventina approaching the scene.

  “You must do everything possible to get back to the ship WITH Coventina. There is a very good possibility she is still in grave danger. Her family is already dead. Have Lucilla contact me as soon as possible. It is not going to be easy but you must get them out of here.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “Back to Rome.”