by Angela White
Donner glanced down at the file he’d brought along. The last of nearly thirty, he hoped this file held the details that he needed to conquer Angela. The cute kid in the photo looked like her and Donner started sorting through the pages with the thought of what he could do to Angela once his team captured her stashing place and brought him Charlie.
She would do anything to save her own child, as would any good parent, and Donner was mentally making a list of everything he would need it pull it off. The reward he was offering would keep his men searching for the boy, but that wasn’t enough. What he needed was something Charlie cared about. If he found that, he could get Charlie to come to him. Donner hoped there was a girlfriend, but even a pal would work. Teenagers were notorious for going off half-cocked to save their friends and Angela’s boy would be no different. Donner assumed he didn’t have much in the way of power or the government would have added him to the ‘live’ list, and that meant Charlie was expendable.
4
Eighty teams of soldiers were listening for the chopper.
Many saw it, and riders were sent on the few dirt bikes they had, to pass the word. It was time.
Four of these teams were buried alive in sudden landslides triggered by nearby Eagles with explosives. The explosions rumbled through the cliffs and hills like a storm. All forty men were killed, leaving a large hole in the center of Donner’s offensive battlefield.
On the southern side, the bases being lost and nature overwhelming camps also weakened the line and gave the Eagles a chance to dig in as the siege began. In the east, however, the enemy was the thickest and more than four hundred soldiers were working on their orders to push in a hundred miles a week.
They ran into Safe Haven people almost immediately.
Tonya and Kendle stayed still and quiet as the large group of soldiers came toward their hiding place, but Grace wasn’t prepared for battle and she was panicking. The former slave had joined them only an hour ago, looking like she’d fallen down a lot.
“We have to run!” Grace insisted in a low moan. “We gotta go!”
The other two women knew she was right, but as soon as they fled, the soldiers would start shooting and none of their trio was ready for what would come then. They had no hopes of escaping so many. Angela had led them into a trap by waiting until after the negotiations to start attacking.
Fireworks burst overhead, signaling Safe Haven’s offensive beginning and Tonya rolled her eyes. “Little late.”
“I saw something!” one of the soldiers shouted excitedly.
Tonya and Grace exchanged panicked glances, and Kendle pointed toward the rope bridge they had been instructed to stay around. “Stay down and get to the bridge. Ready? Go!”
All three females took off running through the high brush, trying to stay under cover even though they knew it was a lost cause.
More fireworks exploded overhead, giving them a few second’s cover and then the soldiers saw their prey.
“There they are!”
Gunfire echoed to the females as they ran and the slugs caught up, slamming into the trees, ground, and stone around them.
Grace grunted, falling, and Tonya kept going, lungs starting to burn.
Kendle swung around to help and spotted the gore on the tree before realizing no one could help Grace now. She turned to run and felt the bullet that went into her arm and flew out the other side.
Kendle screamed, holding her arm as she ran.
Kendle’s scream got Tonya to turn and she hesitated before returning to grab Kendle’s good arm and drag her faster.
When they reached the bridge, Tonya surprised Kendle by going under it.
“What are you—”
“Hold your breath!”
Kendle sucked in air as she was dragged under the water, and felt her mind go to where it had been when Marc had forced her to endure this.
Tonya registered the slack arm under her hand and shoved them deeper to avoid the bullets now flying their way. She felt the bridge support smack her hip and clawed for purchase, pulling them both above the waterline enough to breathe.
The trees and weeds prevented the soldiers from viewing them and Tonya put them behind the supports when the soldiers opened fire angrily.
Kendle jerked awake, filling with alarm when she realized where they were.
Tonya gave her a rough shake. “Get out of here once we’re gone. Find Kenny and tell him what happened.”
Kendle protested, but Tonya dove back under the water and went toward the opening.
“I’m coming out!” she shouted during a lag in the yelling and gunfire, and it faded to grunts of angry men.
Tonya shivered a she stepped from the water, short dress clinging to her in ways that she knew would be trouble as the soldiers stopped muttering. The silence spoke too much.
She held up her hands and felt their eyes follow the movement. “Got somewhere I can get these wet things off?”
Kendle listened to Tonya help herself be captured; almost leading the now horny men and the castaway shuddered at the thought of what the red head might have to endure.
“I’ll get her out,” Kendle muttered, forcing herself to swim through the nasty water to get free. She would follow them and wait for the right moment to do damage.
She could use one of the teams Angela had out roaming, that was for sure.
Kendle remembered her envelope was due to be opened and she pried the wet baggie from her pocket with nearly numb fingers. Maybe she was due to meet up with someone who could help her.
Kendle snarled in anger when she read it, tossing the paper into the water, where it was quickly destroyed.
She’d just been ordered to save Tonya if anything went wrong with her infiltration.
“It was intentional. That bitch!”
Chapter Sixteen
1
“Get the women inside!” Neil ordered, shoving Bridget in front of him. The two teams had been surrounded near the creek and barely managed to get ahead of their pursuers. They only had a minute or so and then the soldiers would be on them again.
Bridget and Tracy were placed in the rear and the females didn’t argue. Being hunted by soldiers with years of training was terrifying.
Neil and Jeremy stayed at the entrance, both doing a headcount as their team and Seth’s rushed in. All noise stopped and they waited for the soldiers with fingers near triggers and hearts pounding. There was no way the Army men would ignore this cave. They would expect their prey to be inside.
“We kill them all,” Jeff stated, standing in front of the women. “It’s them or us.”
“How?” Neil asked. “They’ll burn us out if we open fire.”
There was more silence and the sound of running men came to them, along with shouts of excitement.
“We know you’re in there!”
“Come out now with your hands up!”
They were trapped.
“Use me.”
Pushing the fear aside, Tracy stepped forward. “That’s my job, right? Distraction and decoy.”
Neil wanted to say no, but a plan popped into his mind before he could and once there, it was too good, too simple, not to use.
“You saw them?” Jeremy questioned.
Rusty, who excelled at scouting, grinned. “Yep. They met up with that other group. Makes twenty.”’
“Dead even if we count the girls,” Neil stated darkly.
“Count them for what?” Jeff asked, but everyone was forced to go quiet as the soldiers gathered outside the cave entrance.
“Clear that hole!” A soldier called.
Neil’s lips drew into a thin line as he waved Tracy forward and whispered in her ear. He slid behind her and made sure Jeremy was in place before giving her the gesture to go ahead.
Tracy unbuttoned her top two buttons and slowly went to the entrance. “Who’s out there?”
“It’s a woman!”
“Watch out. You know the stories.”
“Come out
with your hands up!”
Tracy leaned against the cave wall, shading her eyes with her hands. “Ya’ll are way out of government territory.”
“Got time to stay?” Tracy invited. “Girl’s gotta make a livin’, even in these times.”
The soldiers were willing, except for their Captain.
That man scowled heavily. “Out of the way. We’re searching that hole.”
Tracy stepped to the side. “Make yourself a drink, if you like. I’ve got whiskey.” The soldier’s guns began to lower at the convincing act, along with their levels of alertness.
“You have real whiskey?” That had gotten even the Captain’s attention. “Not rotgut?”
“I’ve been collecting it.” Tonya laughed invitingly. “You boys got anything to trade?”
The Captain waved two men forward and Tracy faded back into the throng of Eagles waiting with their knives out.
Even in the dimness, the two men would have noticed the threat immediately, but Tracy bent over to pick up her rifle, making sure the view was good. They were still staring at her ass when Neil and Jeremy slit their throats.
Bridget forced herself to giggle so she didn’t scream.
“Bronx? Klevier?” the captain called from outside.
Tracy returned to the entrance, smiling. “They want to stay with me. Just an hour?”
The Captain’s face reddened and he stomped toward her. “Get out here!”
He stormed by Tracy pushing her from his path and Neil took him out with a vicious swipe that sent blood over his hands and feet.
Feeling like she was about to vomit, Tracy went to the entrance one last time. “He changed his mind! Come on in!”
The remaining seven men knew something was wrong, but not what and the first two were allowed to get all the way inside and view the group of waiting men before the ambush was triggered. It gave those in the rear time to be in place for the attack, but allowed those front men to react. The close-quarters slaughter exploded.
Bridget ran out of the cave as guns fired and men screamed in agony. At this moment, she had no idea what she was doing here.
The sounds didn’t last long and Bridget was relieved to see all of her people emerge from the cave, but when Neil asked her if she was okay, she burst into tears.
Tracy, who had done her share of shooting and sported a minor trim along one ear, stayed with the celebrating men. Bridget couldn’t fight. She couldn’t handle fighting. The noises of fighting freaked her out. She should have been sent with Safe Haven’s weaker members, but she’d begged Angela daily to be given a full assignment like the rest of the female fighters. She would have been better off in the den than out here in the wild.
2
“Hey, Doug! Got a minute?”
Doug was glad to be of real use to anyone and he waited outside the gate for Kip, the rookie team XO to catch up. Doug was finishing his rounds and enjoying the time away from Peggy. Whenever she laid eyes on him, she gave him something to do, as if she was keeping him busy.
“Hey, did you rearrange Angela’s pecking order for the camps?”
“I made a note to ask if maybe Brady made an adjustment,” Doug answered.
“You saw them too?” Kip asked, voice still rough and sore. The dozen men in the camp next to Safe Haven’s den weren’t familiar and Angela’s plan had insisted on that very thing.
“I think we should check it out.”
“I’ll get a few Eagles and meet you there,” Doug answered; sure that it was simply an oversight on someone’s part.
Kip headed for Dexter, their messenger for the day.
“Go tell the boss we’ve got something hinky here. Not sure what, but it feels wrong.”
“You got it. Hey, take something for that cold, all right? You sound harsh.”
Kip forced a nod and kept going.
Dexter hurried off on the small bike that had been refueled as soon as he’d arrived this morning from Angela’s camp.
Kip went over his training as he walked toward the strangers. He was a smart kid with a bright future waiting as he stepped into the strange camp.
“Hi. Who—”
The bullet entered Kip’s forehead and he fell, dead before he hit the ground.
The infiltrator who killed him, Sherman, cried out in admiration of his own skill as the rest of his rugged companions ran by him, firing at the sentries.
Doug stared at the advancing strangers in shock. He’d been put here as make-work. Angela hadn’t been able to count on him in a fight.
But they were under attack!
Peggy appeared at his side. “Get inside!” she shouted. “Get inside!”
She jerked on Doug’s arm. “Get our people inside!”
Doug realized she was calmer than he was and it snapped him back into awareness. He spun toward the shocked Eagles with him as he drew his gun. “Get them inside! Take care of our people!”
Peggy spent another minute watching the fight between the strangers and the shadow warriors, judging the time. She saw the other Indian camps rushing their way to surround the men and then inside the cave, pushing through the panicking people. “Get to the back!” she yelled, pushing her way though. “In here!”
Peggy jerked the curtain down and forced them into the narrow opening, glad the detained people had been relocated a few hours ago. She didn’t want to have to explain that right now.
“How many?” she snapped at the two guards who’d joined their team only last night.
The two tall Indians were struggling to keep up with the count as they waited for the thickest part of the crowd to get by them before answering.
“One hundred fifty-seven.”
Another group of camp people stumbled through and they updated the numbers. “Seventy-two… five…eight-one.”
The men kept a running count and Peggy took in a deeper breath when they reached two hundred. The rest were not in this camp.
Peggy climbed atop the crates that had been placed by the doorway for this purpose; listening to the fighting outside the cave as the camps around them arrived.
“I have a message from Angela.”
Tommy, whose sole purpose was the defense of this camp, nodded to Ray.
Ray leaned down and uncovered the edge of the detcord as the crowd slowly quieted down.
“Angela left an envelope,” Peggy explained, holding it up. She had it memorized. “Angela said there’s going to be a big boom. After it’s over, then men chasing us will be dead and we can get out through the bottom tunnel.”
Peggy saw Ray lighting a fuse and hurried to deliver the rest of the note over the worried mutters. “Go into the tunnel and when you reach the bottom of the stairs, stay by the waterfall.”
“Here they come!” someone shouted from the other side of the entranceway.
The people were moving and Peggy allowed Doug to take her arm and shelter her against the wall with his big body. He hadn’t known what the plan was until he’d seen the detcord and then he’d understood too much.
Peggy waited for the blast with her lids shut and a smile on her face. So this is what her man felt like. Nice!
The C-4 detonated exactly like Kenn and Marc had told Angela it would and the open side of the cliff disintegrated into a volcanic rupture that blasted Donner’s team into bits and scattered them with the ashes.
It also collapsed the mountain face and started a minor landslide that wiped out another of Donner’s small teams and an Indian camp trying to join in the fight instead of holding their positions like they’d been instructed.
3
Angela heard Dexter’s frantic call-he’d been chosen because he was in the group of people who could both send and receive the mental communications-and then the field phone that provided the sounds of explosions and screams.
Angela left the crowded command tent and went outside, groping through the tears. She leaned against the first frame she found and let the agony flow. She’d killed again-knowingly.
A
drian slowly reached out and placed his hand over her clenched fist. “I’m sorry.”
“I wish I hadn’t been the One,” Angela moaned in misery.
Adrian sent a wave of strengthening comfort, but didn’t say anything. People dying on your watch was an inner horror that liked to surface at the worst possible times.
“Damn you for it.” Angela became aware of his touch and jerked her hand away. She straightened up and glared down at him. “And damn me too, right?”
“Yes. You can’t ever go back now.”
“Then I’ll win. Anything else means they’ve died in vain.”
Adrian stared back, always impressed with her quick recoveries, but not sure she would make it to the end. He needed to do something.
Angela caught the thought and left the area immediately. The guilt was crushing and she wanted his comfort, but if she took it, her plan would fail. She would make it until the end and beyond.
Adrian sighed, leaning against the wall of his wooden cell. He was aware of guards glowering at him, making threatening gestures, but he also felt their concern and their confusion. They couldn’t understand why he’d betrayed them or even how. Those were the men and women he would keep close when the final days came. If Angela let him stay here. If she lost and surrendered to Donner, then Adrian would be darted and shipped off to the bunker before he could even try to negotiate.
Adrian’s mind went to what would happen if Angela won, but he stopped himself from exploring it. That was her call now, not his, but common sense said he didn’t have an after. Marc would never allow that.
4
“Is everyone okay?”
“If you’re hurt, shout!”
“Shout so we can find you!”
The calls echoed through the pitch-black cave and Doug hurried to get his flashlight on, hoping they’d fared better than all the moans and groans implied.
Peggy, still smashed between him and the wall, didn’t move.
Doug stepped back carefully, trying not to trip over anyone and Peggy slid to the hard floor without saying a word.