Anthony DeCosmo - Beyond Armageddon 04

by Schism

  Jon asked, “You have a medical team here, right I’m going to need them.”

  “General, can I ask what it is you’re doing here”

  Jon laid his cards on the table. “I’ve come for my ship, Brett. I’m taking her.”

  Stanton did not react; not at first. He removed his cap, ran an arm across his forehead, sighed, and looked General Brewer straight in the eye.

  “It’s ‘bout goddamn time.”

  * * *

  Less and less light shone through the windows of the guest bedroom in Jim Brock’s modest home. To Nina, it felt as if the day dragged: every minute seemed an hour every hour seemed a day unto itself.

  In her line of work, waiting came with the territory. She knew how to wait. She had once waited for three days in a Florida swamp searching for some kind of dinosaur-thing terrorizing settlements outside of Orlando. One time she had waited inside an air vent for twelve hours to avoid Hivvan sentries in Atlanta.

  But this time things felt different. This time Nina did not retain control. She waited for others to act. She waited to see if her conversation with Lori Brewer would result in a rescue, or an I.S. team crashing through the front door.

  She also waited for something else. She waited for Gordon Knox to die.

  Nina sat in the guest room alongside Gordon’s bed after convincing Ashley to take a rest on the living room sofa. Gordon’s chest rose and fell erratically as his breathing hastened and slowed, hastened and slowed. Occasionally he turned his head from side to side, or even opened his eyes for a few moments.

  Yesterday Jim’s doctor friend had set up an IV with antibiotics and fluids, but none of that mattered. Gordon would soon die: any minute, in fact, unless Brewer could save the day.

  Jim Brock’s wife pushed open the door. It creaked, a little.

  “Hi,” she said and entered the room. “I’m just going to clean up.”

  “Oh, yeah, sure.”

  The small woman with a figure that held extra weight from recent child birth walked to the nightstand with the intention of removing discarded bandages and cloths.

  “How is he doing”

  Nina yawned before answering, “No real change. The Doc said that every minute is a roll of the dice. I mean, he’s not going to make it much longer.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry we barged in on you like this.”

  Ann Brock did not reply with words, but the flash of a scowl on her otherwise pretty face offered answer enough.

  “We really took you by surprise,” Nina added.

  “I’m not accustomed to soldiers at my door,” she conceded as she eased to a sitting position atop the chest at the foot of Gordon’s bed.

  Nina said, “But you’ve been very nice to us. Especially considering that you’ve got a new baby in the house.”

  Mrs. Brock glanced at the ceiling, the floor, and otherwise avoided Nina’s eye.

  “You don’t like soldiers very much, do you You don’t like me.”

  Ann Brock sat straight as if finding her spine and spoke quietly so as not to wake Gordon: “No. It’s nothing personal. I don’t like your kind.”

  “And what kind is that” Nina remained just as quiet.

  “Your kind, Captain. Those who live to fight.”

  “You think soldiers love to fight We’re the ones who get killed and maimed.”

  “No, not all,” Mrs. Brock answered. “I’ve known plenty of men who enlisted back in the old world only to regret it. But there are others-others like you-who don’t know anything except how to fight. You’re the ones who make war.”

  Nina tilted her head and volleyed gently, “We’re the ones who are fighting the aliens who came here to exterminate everyone. I’m just saying, without us where would you be”

  “And who do you think those aliens are, Captain” Jim’s wife appeared prepared for the debate even though the tone remained civil. “They are the same as you. Back home on their worlds there are others of their race, people like me, who want nothing to do with this war. I guess every species has its warriors. So yes, you’re here to fight with the invaders because you and they are of the same breed, Captain. Problem is the rest of us are caught in the crossfire.”

  Nina chewed on that. Was it possible she shared something in common with the alien invaders No. She rejected the idea.

  “Listen, I’m not off trying to take over someone else’s world. I’m fighting to save ours.”

  “Yes, good for you that you have the moral high ground. But if your Emperor commanded you to travel across the stars to steal another race’s planet, I believe you would find a justification for that and fight on.”

  Nina shook her head but deep down she wondered. If Trevor Stone commanded her to travel across the stars to conquer, would she refuse Had she not already done his bidding without question

  “Truth is, Captain, you scare me. I look at you and see a woman who could be me, or any one of my friends, but from what I understand you’re a killing machine. It’s scary that something so dangerous could live inside someone who could be the All-American girl.”

  “And what does your husband think About me, that is.”

  “Jim,” Ann rolled her eyes as she molded her thoughts into words. “Well, he’s an idealist. When he knew you before he probably thought that all you needed was someone like him, someone who could help you overcome whatever problem made you the way you are. Probably figured his goodness could help you turn away from all the violence and release the real person inside. You were a mystery to him; you still are. He has talked about you often over the years. But I don’t think he understands you.”

  Nina wondered, “So why haven’t you turned us in I’m just saying, you make one phone call and I.S. would be crawling all over this place.”

  Ann appeared somewhat offended at the idea. “Because my husband promised you a safe place to stay. Because he believes you. Or, I guess, he believes in you.”

  “What do you think I mean, I’ve told you that the President you admire so much is behind the assassination, that he has bargained with our enemies to do this, and that he might have even made a deal with the most dangerous aliens who have come here.”

  Mrs. Brock said bluntly, “I don’t believe you. Not a word of it.”

  “You think..”

  “I think what I’ve read in the papers is right. I think you and Mr. Knox here are a part of a military conspiracy to overthrow the President and return us to a dictatorship.”

  “But what if I’m right I know you don’t believe me, but what if I’m right and everything I’ve told you is true”

  “I don’t know,” Ann said. “All I know is that since Godfrey has been in charge the war has ended and there’s hope for my son to grow up in peace.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, Mrs. Brock. The war hasn’t ended. Your President just decided to stick his head in the sand. That means he’s left all our asses hanging out.”

  The house vibrated. The windows rattled. What remained of the early evening sun disappeared into shadow.

  “What in Heaven’s name is that” Ann Brock gasped as she turned on a light near the bed.

  Nina told her, “I think my ride is here.”

  * * *

  The Excalibur moved away from Wrightsville Beach and over the Atlantic Ocean heading northeasterly. Its running lights flashed like stars in a night sky made even blacker by the floating battleship’s shadow.

  Nina Forest, Brett Stanton, Ashley and both Jon and Lori Brewer sat around the table in the conference room, the same room that also doubled as the Captain’s mess. The observation windows offered a view of moonlight peeking through a very thin veil of clouds.

  Nina ended her lengthy explanation of everything she and Gordon had learned during their three-week investigation. While Stanton sat and listened to the tale with his usual aplomb, Jon grew angrier and angrier with the unpeeling of each layer of deceit. He pounded the table top with a fist when Dante Jones�
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  “From the start,” Jon shook his head. “He’s been playing this from the start. Playing me. Wow, I can be an idiot but this is a whole new level.”

  Stanton said, “But wait now, you’re not the only one who got duped. I think Evan just about twisted us all around. And if it weren’t for me and Eva swallowin’ the bait, Gordon Knox would probably have been chosen for the top spot. Then things mighta been a shade different.”

  Lori turned to Ashley and said, “Speaking of which, how is Gordon”

  The question shook Ashley from a bout of deep thought.

  “What Oh, your Doctor says it’s still too early to tell. The only thing he knows for sure is that Gordon suffered damage to his spine. He is paralyzed from the waist down and is in critical condition.”

  Brett said, “That about spells out our situation, too. Critical condition.”

  “No, no,” Nina disagreed. “We’ve got this ship. I’m just saying, we can do something about all this. Fly in to Washington and arrest Godfrey or something.”

  “Well, now no,” Stanton told her. “Can’t just do that. Godfrey’s got two more of these babies flying around in the area and we’re not exactly one hundred percent. Besides, D.C.’s got enough anti-air batteries to give us a tough time even in top form. Bottom line is we’ve got a tall tale but not much evidence. In fact, I’d put a big stack of chips on our President having all his bases covered. I’m thinking he’ll have witnesses and all sorts of smoking guns to say you killed Maple and that we’re a part of some big conspiracy. Way I hear it, he’s got a bunch of the lesser brass lining up for a big press conference this week, to show the military is supporting him.”

  Nina argued, “But we’ve got the tracking tape from the tambourine line. That proves someone else was involved.”

  Stanton volleyed, “Maybe. But who Could be nothing. What’s a radar blip”

  Lori nearly shouted, “What about the fake body”

  Ashley blurted, “JB.”

  Her voice caught everyone’s attention.

  She repeated, “JB. My son. You say this radar record shows ships coming in over New Jersey then back out, right When the Witiko took my son they flew off the New Jersey coast.”

  Stanton saw where she headed and tried to break the bad news gently, “Mrs. Stone, that may be true but the Atlantic Ocean is a heap of a big place. They could have headed all the way across to Europe if they wanted. Or up to Greenland.”

  “No,” Brewer corrected. “Okay, think for a second. Let’s assume that the mystery ship that entered our air space before the assassination comes from the same place they took JB. Well if they took Jorge on a Stingray then they couldn’t be too far off, Stingrays don’t have great range. They burn a shit load of fuel.”

  “They could have extra tanks,” Stanton said. “Or maybe in-flight refueling.”

  “They could,” Jon agreed. “But we haven’t seen anything to say they do.”

  Lori chimed in, “Hey, it’s a place to start.”

  “And we have to start somewhere,” Jon echoed. “Like Brett said, we don’t have much in the way of solid evidence. But if The Order is behind this and if they have a base floating off the coast somewhere and we can find it that changes the whole equation. Besides, what’s one of the first things Evan and Dante did when they signed this bull shit treaty Remember”

  Nina did, because the very idea of such a concession shocked her.

  “He restricted dreadnought flights to within our borders. That means only a few miles out to sea and that’s it.”

  “That’s right,” Jon nodded. “The type of condition I’d want if I had some kind of secret base within striking range of our east coast.”

  “And Evan fell for it,” Lori said.

  Stanton asked Jon, “So what is it you’re planning to do”

  “We’re going to follow those radar blips off the coast and see what we can find.”

  The phone at the head of the table buzzed. Jon stared at it. No one from the government had tried to contact him yet, although they had to be aware he had taken off with the Excalibur.

  In truth, he had done nothing outside his jurisdiction but sooner or later Dante would call to find out what he was up to. At that moment, either the game would be afoot or perhaps they could continue under the guise of a training mission for a few more days. He did not know. He did not feel comfortable with subterfuge.

  After letting it buzz a few more times, Jon answered the call and listened to the message from Woody “Bear” Ross. Jon then hung up the phone and promptly stood.

  “That was Bear, I have to get to the bridge.”

  Lori noticed her husband’s face grow ghastly white.

  “Jon What is it”

  “Let’s go,” he repeated in place of an answer.

  The group made their way to an elevator and rode the car one deck higher. Once there, they traversed a short corridor passed two of the handful of military sentries onboard, opened a bulkhead door, and walked onto the bridge.

  Half of the stations were manned, the rest empty for lack of crew. Ross stood among the monitors and controls that turned him into the Excalibur’s ‘brain.’

  A thin strand of misty cloud brushed across the bridge windows then cleared, providing a view of a massive silhouette hovering off the bow, blocking the Excalibur’s path.

  The Chrysaor had come calling.

  Confrontation

  Two titans faced off in the middle of the night with no one to witness the confrontation; only the silent waters of the Atlantic below and the stars of a summer night above.

  The bridge of the Excalibur grew so quiet that the skeleton crew could hear the jet thrusters of the Chrysaor’s alert fighters whizzing around the ship like wasps waiting to strike.

  Outside, far beyond the windows passed the tip of the bow, hovered the black silhouette of the opposing dreadnought. The moonlight flickered off thin veils of clouds in the short space between the ships.

  Woody “Bear” Ross-plugged into the command module in front of the Captain’s chair-broke the silence.

  “Incoming transmission, General.”

  Despite serving as the ‘brain,’ Ross knew the communication came for Brewer. A light flashed yellow on an empty station in front of the command area. Jon pushed a button on the panel, opening communications.

  Captain Kristy Kaufman’s voice broadcast over a speaker. Everyone on the bridge heard her voice, but their eyes remained locked on the floating city blocking their path.

  “General Brewer, this is Captain Kaufman. I need to know why the Excalibur is out of dry dock without authorization.”

  Jon answered, “Kristy, last time I checked I don’t answer to you. And I am authorized to change the Excalibur’s duties as I see fit. She is my ship.”

  “Excuse me, General, but my orders come from the Secretary of Defense.”

  “What are your orders, Captain Specifically.”

  She explained, “To intercept your ship and ascertain your intentions.”

  An F-15 flew close enough to shake the bridge window.

  “I will tell you my intentions, Captain. I am investigating evidence that recently came to light in regards to the assassination of Trevor Stone. I am acting in reaction to an imminent threat to our nation.”

  Kaufman transmitted, “Sir, I’m afraid I need more information than that. Or, I guess, the Secretary of Defense will need more information than that. What is your course”

  Jon leaned toward the speaker on the console and through clenched teeth told his opposite number, “That information is classified. But tell Dante Jones to come aboard my ship and I will share the info with him personally. Tell him we have a lot to discuss.”

  “He’s, well, he’s not here, sir,” Kaufman answered. “He’s back in Washington.”

  “Then I suggest you go back there and tell him what I just told you.�
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  The planes flew closer. The Chrysaor held its position.

  “I can’t do that, sir.”

  “What do you mean, you can’t do that Let me make it simple for you, Captain. As your superior officer I’m giving you a direct order. Stand down.”

  “My orders-“

  “I just gave you new orders,” General Brewer commanded. “Now you have a choice to make, Captain. You can get out of my way, or you can open fire on my ship.”

  That struck a nerve with Kaufman. “Sir! I have no intention of-“

  “No Isn’t that what Dante told you to do”

  “He-“

  “Answer me, Kristy! You are talking to Jon Brewer, not some damn politician. You will answer me.”

  “I was.I was given orders to turn you back, with whatever means necessary.”

  Brewer cut through all the political posturing, all the gray areas, all the back room chit-chats with winks and nods. He spelled it out for Kristy Kaufman.

  “The Secretary of Defense told you to come out here and shoot us out of the sky if you had to. So tell me Kristy, are you going to kill Bear, too He’s standing right here, next to me. What would Stonewall think What would he tell you to do I know you’re close to Dante, but I can’t believe you’re going to follow orders as wrong as those. But then again, I didn’t think Evan would allow the Witiko to take away Trevor’s son, JB. You remember Jorge, don’t you Weren’t you at the estate one year for his birthday party”

  “What Trevor’s son I don’t believe that. I can’t believe that.”

  “I guess that’s up to you. You decide who to believe. What does your gut tell you”

  The Captain of the Chrysaor tried to find an easy way out: “I think. I think Dante and Evan are just interested in the fugitives. If they’re not on your ship, then I see no reason to-“