Echoes of The Past

Home > Young Adult > Echoes of The Past > Page 42
Echoes of The Past Page 42

by Alex Just


  ~ Island – pacific ~

   

  ‘Wyatt.’

  ‘Yes Smith.’

  ‘We have a slight complication.’

  ‘To do with the Faction? I thought you said that was under control.’

  ‘Not the Faction. Family related. My son.’

  ‘He’s living in the states is he not?’

  ‘He was, but now he’s here on this island.’

  ‘That’s most interesting Smith. Has he got any... special abilities?’

  ‘None that I’m aware of, although he could well be hiding them. Wouldn’t surprise me. What should I do with him?’

  ‘I want him with us, even if he won’t agree with our principals at first, given time he will.’

  ‘He doesn’t agree at all. I doubt I can make him see the light. But I shall do as you command.’

  ‘Excellent. All else is under way I imagine?’ the voice was a sinister whisper.

  ‘Of course it is. The rockets will be launched very soon. Tomorrow before dawn.’

  ‘Good. I will be arriving by helicopter tomorrow, very early in the morning. I expect you and the boy to be ready to depart immediately.’

  ‘Very well, until tomorrow.’

  ‘Goodbye Smith.’

  Smith hung up the phone and walked around his desk to stand just before the large window. His gaze swept the sparkling blue ocean as it shimmered in the midday heat. He’d made a mistake. He shouldn’t have sent the boy into the prison. He should have kept him at his side, tightly manacled. It was too late now to worry about it, so pushing it to the back of his mind he reclined in the chair and closed his eyes for some rest, awaiting nightfall and the start of Rebirth: the work of fifteen years and countless sacrifices on his behalf. Benefits too, he reflected, if it weren’t for my ambition for justice I would never have become the last one alive. He looked lovingly at the dragon tattoo on his wrist that had begun to shimmer slightly.

   

  ***

  43

‹ Prev