The Underground
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Nathaniel bolted upright, his heart pounding as he looked around the room. He was in Shayla’s bedroom, and there she was sleeping peacefully beside him, the sheets having fallen off, exposing one of her perfect breasts. He lightly touched her, just to be sure she was really there. He looked at the clock. The red digital numbers read 3:15 in a blood-red color that reminded him of Garrett’s bloody face. He looked away and flinched, accidentally hitting Shayla.
“What is it?” Shayla said.
“Just a bad dream,” Nathaniel whispered, trying to downgrade it to Shayla and to himself. He wondered what was going to happen when the Underground found out he was sleeping with the enemy’s daughter.
He heard Shayla’s breaths return to a slow peaceful rhythm, but his eyes remained wide open.
Until he went into that Palace, and returned home in one piece with Shayla on his arm, he would not be able to shake these thoughts.
——–
With Shayla’s hand entwined in his, Nathaniel walked down the Palace corridor. The intricate plaster medallions that sat in the middle of the ceiling complemented the crown moldings that were unlike anything Nathaniel had ever seen. The grandeur was beautiful – and intimidating. As they made their way closer to the security desk, he felt Shayla pick up the pace. His instinct was to run the other way, as he felt like he was entering a prison where he’d be interrogated.
“Good afternoon,” Shayla, the guard said smiling, not acknowledging Nathaniel in any way.
“How are you today?” she said, with as happy a tone as he had ever heard her utter.
“I am well. The Queen is expecting you, of course.”
“Thank you,” she said just as Gerald walked toward her.
“This is Joe. Joe Merino,” she said, feeling his new name become more natural as she said it.
“Nice to meet you, Joe. I’m pleased you’ve decided to join us. The Queen apologizes she can’t be here to greet you, but she is finishing up an overseas call.”
“Oh, I certainly understand,” Nathaniel said. Nathaniel couldn’t help but notice that he was a Spot. The purple tattoo appeared to be old, blurring at the edges, but clearly visible nonetheless.
“Come and I will make you comfortable,” Gerald said, turning to lead them.
“Actually, I was going to give Joe a little tour of the Palace. I want to show him my quarters,” Shayla said.
“Of course,” Gerald said, formally as he motioned for Shayla to lead the way. “Would you like me to escort you?”
“I’ll just walk him through and then meet up in mother’s main living room in a little while,” she said to Gerald who nodded and walked in a different direction.
Nathaniel watched him walk away. From Shayla’s description, Nathaniel thought Gerald would be more relaxed and casual, but he was very formal. Maybe he was different when he was alone with Shayla, and not officially working. His intimidating height also struck Nathaniel. He had to be 6 foot 3.
“How’d I do?” Nathaniel whispered to Shayla when Gerald seemed out of earshot.
“You were perfect,” she whispered back, before kissing him on the cheek.
“He’s not what I expected, kind of off-putting,” Nathaniel said.
“He’s serious, but kind and gentle,” Shayla said with affection.
Although Nathaniel knew it would be lavish, he was not prepared for the Palace to be so intimidating. The walls were decorated with breathtaking portraits of previous queens, large and luminous.
There was even a childhood portrait of Shayla, looking unhappy.
When they reached the portrait of her father, Nathaniel stopped.
“What is it?” Shayla started to ask, but then she noticed what he was looking at. “You would have liked him and he certainly would have liked you,” Shayla said quietly as her father’s towering likeness looked down on them. Nathaniel noticed a glimpse of Shayla in the shape of his face and the dark hair color, perfectly coifed. He looked more serious than the portrait of the Queen. Nathaniel understood why. Living a double-life left little room for laughter.
Shayla squeezed Nathaniel’s hand and led him forward.
I hope he will watch over me from wherever he is, Nathaniel thought as they walked away.
——–
“Well hello, darling,” the Queen said as she walked toward them. Her smile was perfect, just like he’d seen in every photo of her. It was strange to see her in person. She was shorter than he imagined, but her presence was pronounced, accentuated by the shimmery silk sari that made her sparkle in a way unlike anyone he’d ever seen.
“Hi mother,” Shayla said, before quickly embracing her mother. A brief brushed ceremonial kiss on each cheek completed the greeting.
“Mother, this is Joe Merino,” Shayla said, standing back, smiling proudly.
“It’s a pleasure,” the Queen said, holding out her perfectly manicured hand that was cold to the touch.
“It’s really an honor, your Majesty. Thank you for the invitation,” he said, stopping himself before he laid it on any thicker than he already had. Relax, he told himself. He bowed his head, showing proper respect to her, the way Shayla rehearsed him.
“Shall we dine?” the Queen asked.
“Thank you,” he said, as the Queen led them to the dinner table, just as two white-gloved servants quietly entered. One had a bottle of wine and a pitcher of water and the other had a basket full of bread that smelled like it was just out of the oven. They sat silently as the servers poured water and wine and the bread server placed a steaming roll on each bread plate. Nathaniel couldn’t help but notice the Queen’s crest embossed on the perfectly sized roll. It was the same crest that was on Shayla’s father’s jacket from the portrait they passed in the hallway.
“So Joe, how did you decide to work for Kelly Boys?” she asked with the interest of asking someone the meaning of life.
“Mother… please. This is not an interview!” Shayla said.
“Shayla, it’s okay,” Nathaniel said putting down his fork. He heard his Underground instructor whisper in his ear. “Look them in the eye with confidence, and the other person will sense it.”
“I have been working for Kelly Boys for a while and I enjoy the variety of the work and the travel that allows me to see different places,” he said holding her gaze dead-steady.
Nathaniel carefully selected the correct fork and took a bite from the bed of greens that was laid in front of him.
“This is delicious!” he proclaimed when the silence in the air felt like it had been there too long. He was conscious of his words, trying hard to be polite, without fawning over her every word. He knew a woman like the Queen would sense any bit of dishonesty.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” the Queen said. “Now tell me about Kansas City. Of course I’ve been all over the country, but I don’t know what it’s like to really live there,” she said, looking keenly interested.
“Kansas City is a wonderful place. It really is. The people are nice, the city is beautiful, and there is plenty of parking,” he said in a joking tone. “Unlike the many other areas of the country.”
“I guess so,” the Queen said, smiling, but it looked forced to Nathaniel. He felt like a dork for mentioning parking. Of course she didn’t have to worry about that. It was his nerves making him too talkative, and he knew that he should be mindful of that.
When the four course lunch was complete, it was nearly 3 p.m.
“We should really be going,” Shayla said.
“Well, it was lovely to meet you. I do hope we’ll see you again, yes?”
“I certainly hope so,” he said.
“Mother, how about the Queen’s ball this coming Saturday?”
The Queen’s smile lessened a bit and Nathaniel felt the air get sucked out of the room.
“Well, the invitations have already gone out and, well…”
“It’s perfectly fine. Some other time then,” Nathaniel said, not wanting to anger the Queen after lunch had gon
e reasonably well.
“Oh, come on, mother. I’m sure there is enough food for me to bring a special guest,” Shayla said, and Nathaniel felt the challenge in the air. Shayla told him that their relationship was tough sometimes, but seeing it first hand was more uncomfortable than he imagined.
“Of course, Shayla. We can certainly arrange that,” the Queen said, with flawless dignity. “I’ll get Gerald to escort you out,” the Queen said, as she was about to push a button on a panel in the room that boasted many.
“We don’t need an escort. We’ll see you on Saturday,” Shayla said with excitement. Nathaniel was nervous as hell.
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“What did you think?” the Queen asked Gerald.
“He seemed like a fine young man,” Gerald said.
“Well, something jumped out at me,” the Queen said. “That’s no Kansas City accent, that’s for sure,” she said.
“He did mention that he’s worked all over the country, for Kelly boys,” Gerald said, hoping she would let it go.
“Perhaps you are right, but when you get a chance, can you go ahead and send me the information from that background search you did? I want to know exactly who my daughter is involved with, and who I am exposing my guests to at my annual ball.”
“Of course, your majesty,” he said, feeling glad that he had taken the time to at least jot down notes about what he had said in his oral report to her.
“Thank you, Gerald,” she said. “And one more thing, would you make sure and keep an extra eye on him that evening?”
“Of course, your majesty,” Gerald said, before the Queen turned and walked away, retreating to her private quarters.
It was raining, but Gerald put on his rain gear and took a walk through the park outside the Palace to make the phone call.
“It’s better than we could have asked for,” Gerald said to Simon. “Shayla forced her mother to allow her to bring him to the Queen’s ball. It’s her largest event for local supporters each year. She’ll be far too busy to keep an eye on everyone,” he said.
“Finally, some luck on our side,” Simon said, sighing. “Speaking of which, is there any word about the protesters she had captured? We've got hundreds of men missing.”
“I don’t know anything. I imagine they are either still locked up or dead. I can’t ask her. It would raise too much suspicion,” Gerald said.
——–
Nathaniel rose early the next morning and went back to his hotel to get fresh clothes before work. The unexpected sight of Simon in his room, sitting on a chair, caught him by surprise.
“Good morning, buddy!” Simon said, his feet propped up as he sat leaning back on the easy chair by the window, his arms behind his head. Despite Simon’s relaxed look, there was nothing relaxing about this visit.
“Come on in and close the door, son. I’m not going to bite you.”
Nathaniel did as he was told. He knew it was no coincidence that Simon showed up the morning after he met the Queen. Clearly, he wasn't being paranoid. The Underground was keeping tabs on him, after all.
“Come. Sit down,” Simon said, gesturing to the edge of the bed. I’ve been here all night waiting for you,” he said with a smile. “I’m guessing you got lucky, and I even think I know who the lucky lady is. It looks like you’re doing pretty well for yourself here.” Simon gestured to the niceties of hotel life, the perfectly pressed shirts peeking from the closet, and the lined up row of shoes for every occasion that sat on the edge of the room.
“I’m okay. Settling in.”
“Well, good. Through the grapevine, we hear you are doing quite well.”
“Yes, sir,” Nathaniel said with resignation. “I may not see you again, but I will track your whereabouts. I know you’ll do well. I have great faith that you will help our cause, will help your brothers all around you.”
Nathaniel heard Chester’s words echo in his mind, before they parted in the Underground. Now he understood the purpose of their meeting. Chester wanted to make sure Nathaniel understood that he would be called on. The balloon payment of Nathaniel’s Underground education was coming due.
“We need a little favor from you, son. You don’t mind, do you?”
Nathaniel sat down. He dreaded this day, but wasn’t surprised. “Good.” Simon shifted in his seat, and the mood changed with him, as the smile dissolved from his face.
Simon took his feet off the chair and sat up, leaning a little closer to Nathaniel. He removed the dark glasses, focusing his serious eyes on Nathaniel. He continued speaking in a voice so quiet Nathaniel strained to hear.
“You’ve done a great job of getting in with Shayla. Chester is very pleased with that. Very pleased. Nobody could have done it but you. Our favor is very simple. We need you to put a little something in the Palace for us when you go to the party on Saturday.”
“What is it?” Nathaniel asked flatly. He felt like he was on autopilot.
Simon moved closer to Nathaniel.
“It’s a bomb,” he whispered before moving back, sitting up straight. He cracked his fingers one by one, slowly, giving Nathaniel a moment to absorb his words. Nathaniel hid behind a closely guarded stone face that masked his true terror. He anticipated the favors they would ask would not be as simple as helping a community fundraising carwash, but he never expected this.
“When will it go off?” he asked quietly, once again on autopilot.
“Well, it’ll go off after you set it. You’ll have 30 minutes to get out of there. Then… ka-boom,” Simon said, mimicking an explosion with his hands. He spoke about it lightly, as though he were talking about making popcorn.
“How do I set it?” Nathaniel asked.
“I was just getting to that part. I’ll show you right now.” Simon said removing a brown paper bag from his coat pocket. He pulled out two credit card sized items and a thin wire with plugs on both ends.
“Take this plug and put it into each of these items here, you see, and then… voila! It’s all set and the timer starts ticking. Then, stick it to the back of a toilet. It’s that easy,” he said with sarcasm clearly in his voice. “It’s as easy as eating a big juicy apple pie. Even easier really. Not as messy, until cleanup time,” he said making a scowl that frightened Nathaniel.
“Can I leave once it’s set?”
“Of course! Jeez, son, do you think we’d kill you? What kind of folks do you think we are? You’re one of our own. Our kin! You leave as soon as you set it,” Simon patted him heartily on the back.
“By yourself,” he added quietly, and Nathaniel knew there was no way he would leave Shayla there. He knew that escaping with the Queen was out of the question as she was the obvious target. How would that work, anyway? With all her security, there was no way he could swoop her away from her own party, the biggest of the year. Besides, what would he do with her? Ask her to eat dried fruit while they camped out on the side of a river in the country, hiding out like fugitives trying to avoid castration?
“Any other questions,” Simon asked casually, as though it were the end of a high-school physics lecture and he wanted to ensure the audience fully understood his lesson.
Nathaniel thought about asking exactly how much damage the bomb would do and how many people it was likely to kill, but decided against it. What difference would it make? The more he knew the harder it would be and he realized there was no choice.
“No, sir,” Nathaniel said solemnly.
“Good. Well, here you go,” Simon said quickly tossing the small bag to Nathaniel with a chuckle. Nathaniel barely caught it, and was dumbfounded that this was the same Simon who escorted him to his home in Kansas City, setting him free like a butterfly only months earlier. Nathaniel felt doomed. The price of life through the Underground was higher than he imagined.
“Good to see you again,” Simon said as he walked past Nathaniel, leaving him alone with the bag, and the task of murder at the top of his to-do list for Saturday evening. Nathaniel could hear Simon whistling the Nation
al Anthem as he sauntered down the hall.
Nathaniel collapsed onto the bed, as his frenzied thoughts ran through the process, putting all emotion aside. Go to the Palace, plug the wire and cards together, tape it to the back of a toilet in the men’s room, and get out of there with Shayla.
Just a single day earlier he had pinched himself to see if the happiness he felt was real, and it had been. Now, he felt his insides being torn up over the crime against humanity, against his lover and her mother that he was to commit in less than 72 hours.
After work that day, he met Shayla in her office at 5 p.m. As usual, the office door was closed and locked before she kissed him.
“What would you like for dinner? I can get take out from wherever you want,” she said, growing used to the idea that they might never go out in public together. She didn’t care. Being wined and dined at some of the spectacular and romantic restaurants that the D.C. area paled in comparison to having Nathaniel by her side.
“I don’t really feel well. I think I’m coming down with something. Maybe I ate something bad,” he said, feeling guilty about hiding the truth.
“Hmmm, you do look a little pale.”
“I think I just need to sleep,” he said, hoping she would suggest he go back to his hotel alone.
“Then you’ll just have to come back to my place so I can take care of you. I’ll force-feed you something to make you all better,” she said jovially, her arms clasped together behind his neck as she looked up at him with loving innocence he couldn’t return.
“Are you sure? What if it’s a virus or something. No reason for both of us to be sick. Maybe we shouldn’t chance it,” he said turning his head away. He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Nonsense. I’m sure it’s nothing like that. I know just the thing to help you get better,” she said, reaching behind him and squeezing his behind hard and quick.
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Nathaniel left most of the meal on his plate.
“Is my cooking that bad?” Shayla asked in jest.