The Survivors: Book One (48 page)

“Cool.”

7

On his way to the next stop, Adrian caught sight of movement in the gritty sky and watched an Eagle fly over his camp. It glided at an odd angle on the wind, swooping in sickly circles, as if she were lost, and Adrian mourned the bird and the country it unknowingly represented. Like the Eagle, America wasn’t doing well.

Suddenly feeling weighed down with the burdens he was carrying, Adrian went to the medical area, not happy to see all the seats empty. People were afraid to hear what might be wrong, and soon he would have to enforce the testing law unless he thought of another way to get them in. Too bad Anne wasn’t a doctor too. Being female would automatically draw in the women.

“Coming in.” He ducked inside and smiled at the uniformed doctor and nurse kissing in a dim corner. They parted slowly and Adrian smiled at Anne when she blushed. Brown eyes twinkling happily, she stepped outside to give them privacy without being asked.

“Guess you’ve been a good boy,” Adrian joked.

John nodded, faded eyes grateful. “Me and you both. She’s glad we came now, and it does my heart good to see her happy.”

Adrian perched on a stool, seeing the slight shake of scarred hands as the stocky man sat down across from him. “I’m glad too, John. We need you both. I guess by now you’ve pretty much got things figured out?”

The doctor shrugged, eyes alert. “Enough to know we came to the right people, the right leadership.”

“I appreciate that. There’s a question I need to ask. Any idea?”

John nodded without hesitation, glad he could. “Yes and you have it. We’re with you. I’m with you.”

Adrian handed him a glossy black notebook and an envelope from the unusually light inside pocket of his jacket. “These are some things I need answers to if you can. I’ll get the equipment - just tell me exactly what you need. Most importantly, this stays between us.”

John took it, slipping his glasses on and he read the paper quickly. “These are smart questions. I’ve got some of my own work I’ve wanted to do that will help you, especially with effective treatments. I’ll need specimens.”

Adrian moved toward the flap. “I have a few coolers in the back of my semi. I'll tell Kyle to give you free access."

John watched him leave before hiding the paperwork. Adrian was being very careful, knew how to sing to his herd and still get things done, and the doctor was sure that their young leader bent out of shape would be something to see.

As Adrian left the medical tent, Kenn was there.

“Kyle’s three hours out. Mitch just talked to them.”

“Good. He mention where they are?”

“No. Call them back?” Kenn made a note to himself not to ever have to give the same answer again. From now on, he’d have the information.

“No.”

Adrian climbed under the broken fence, moving steadily through the sand he’d already had two boys rake and clear of debris, thinking the dust storm would be the burial for those who wouldn’t otherwise get one.

“Game?”

Kenn shrugged, still a bit disappointed Adrian hadn’t said anything about him sending Doug to the medical tent. “If you like.”

Adrian dug through the dusty, but otherwise untouched box of sports equipment that they’d put out this morning, and came up with a football. “Go long.”

Kenn immediately took off running, and the blond threw the ball high and hard, hoping to draw some interest from his sheep. These games were good for them, but hard to get started. Most of the refugees kept to themselves as they dealt with their grief, and Adrian scheduled regular times for things like this, knowing they needed it as part of their recovery.

Kenn hurled the ball with a hard spin that made Adrian pay attention, and for the next few minutes, he left the heaviness of leadership on the sidelines and lost himself in having fun. The passes were hard and long, punishing catches, and it was the echo of their laughter and taunts that drew people.

A small crowd slowly gathered, and when there was enough for teams, Adrian moved toward them. “Game anyone?”

He and Kenn were the quarterbacks, and it got rough from the start. The Marine, who still sometimes struggled to hide his true nature, slammed his way through three other players, knocking them back to run by for a score.

“If you bleed, you’re out. Eagle Two’s team has six. Our turn.”

Adrian’s team let out a shout of approval and the game became an outlet for them as they tripped, shoved, elbowed, and harassed each other. Sweating, shirts coming off, they drew in more of the camp’s people who were very sensitive to noises now. When Adrian looked up, nearly 50 people were watching, with about half waiting to play.

“Time out!”

Adrian waved Kenn over as he headed for the sidelines, the stiff wind cooling his sweaty skin. “Pick your replacement. We’ve got a level test to give.”

Adrian threw the ball to Zack, knowing it would please Kenn. “Take my place, will ya? I’ve been knocked down enough.”

Everyone was laughing as the two men left. The leader had been tripped and hurried, but hadn’t hit the ground even once due to great protection, deft footwork, and respect.

The game went on behind them, and both men were pleased, Kenn mostly because his side had been up by twelve when they stopped.

“Gather the Level Ones, Seth too. Send ‘em to that barn half a mile back and have them put on the vests. Neil is their supervisor, but not their leader. We'll find out who that is today. Their mission begins with securing a 200 foot perimeter and staying out of sight. If anyone sees them leave, they fail. Meet me at the house next to the barn in half an hour.”

Kenn nodded eagerly, hoping the Boss would like his plan, and handed him the paper as he left. It was his first attempt at tests like these, though he had worked with the Man, before the War. Nobody had been better than Brady at high-casualty ambushes.

Adrian gave it a quick look, then put it away, heading for his tent. In and out, he was in the parking area a few minutes later talking to Daryl, the only Level Three Eagle not out of camp with Kyle.

“Anyone come in?”

The tall, thin football coach shook his head. “No, it’s all quiet.”

Adrian sighed, not showing his disappointment. The help he needed wasn’t coming today. “Kenn will be by for the paperwork. That’s his job now. When’s Kyle due?”

Smothering a frown, Daryl checked his watch, “Little over an hour.”

“Great. Let’s give them a call. Message is to put on the vests and pay attention before reaching camp. Mission objective, shake my hand to pass to Level Four status.”

Daryl grinned and keyed his headset, one of a dozen Kenn had finished this week. “Base to Eagle Four.”

There was only a few seconds of silence, then Kyle’s calm voice, “This is Four, base - go ahead.”

“I’ve been instructed to tell you to put on the noisemakers and look alive before you hit camp. Copy?”

“Copy. What is the mission objective?”

“Physical contact with Eagle One.”

“Copy. Four out.”

Daryl took a quick look around the dusty landscape before turning back to Adrian. “Can I help?”

“Absolutely. You’re the instructor and then the hostage. The barn half a mile back. The rookies are headed there now. Go now and...entertain them - the way I did at your first test.”

Daryl grinned at the memory and the responsibility he’d just been given, and Adrian slipped into his truck as the guard left. The leader changed clothes, made contact with the next shift coming on, then snuck away to play with his army.

8

All the guards entered camp the way they’d left, Adrian and Kenn following more slowly behind.

“No one asked any questions. Big mistake. Seth’s team got lucky to win.”

Kenn was eager to help another of his picks. Zack was about to graduate to a Level One Eagle and had Kenn to thank for his name even being on the list. Now, all the truck driver had to do was live up to it. There would be no slacking off allowed. “True, that. Seth sure surprised ‘em all.”

Adrian lit a smoke. “Yes, he did. Give him a level test tonight. If he makes it, bump him up to Level Four and we’ll catch him up. I always thought that team should have been ten strong, just didn’t know who went there. Do it after dinner.”

Kenn didn’t look up from writing, glad for the redhead and hating the jealous part of him that wanted to say he’d done well with Doug, ask for his reward.

“So who’s our MC tonight?”

Kenn gave a tight smile, tone even, “Doug said he’d give that to you at Mess.”

Adrian met his eye, feeling his man’s need, meeting it. “That’s your job now. Once an evening you’ll do rounds and collect envelopes. Organize it into something I can read quickly.”

Kenn kept his head down again, realizing he was being rewarded, and his heart eased. “Sure. That’s it for the list. See you at Mess?”

“You know it.”

Their radios crackled to life. “Mitch to Eagle One. Just took a call, A-Man.”

Adrian’s heart thumped, and he and Kenn exchanged a look. The drunk’s tone wasn’t encouraging.

“Still on the air?”

“No, low battery. Said they’d call back.”

“Copy.”

Kenn stayed at Adrian’s side as they headed to the COM truck, where Kyle had just taken up his post on watch. The cabin reeked of whiskey and Mitch rewound the tape without saying as much as usual, able to feel Adrian's disapproval.

“This one sounds legit to me, but I just roll your waves.”

Adrian had to force himself not to frown. Mitch Hopkins was one hell of a radio man, but he was still too often just loud, crude, arrogant, and intoxicated. All things Adrian and the camp had little tolerance for because it reminded them too much of what had been wrong with the old world when it had fallen. “Play.”

The fat-faced man nodded, green eyes smiling at all the people watching, seeing him with the Boss.

“This is Safe Haven. We are a convoy of American Red Cross survivors who will help if we can no matter your age, race, location, or injuries. Does anyone copy?”

There was silence after Mitch’s loud voice, and Adrian could feel the alcoholic fingering the button, wanting to move on and be done with this round of calls. Then, there was a pause when Mitch had known instinctively that an answer was coming, and waited instead of garbling the transmission. Definitely one of the best before, and despite his glaring flaws, probably was the best now.

“SOS, Safe Haven! Need a military escort to the nearest compound! Will pay any price!”

The words were surprisingly clear considering the awful clamor of background noise and static, and Adrian liked Mitch’s answer.

“Americans help first and ask questions later. Stand by while I get the Boss.”

“Can’t. Battery’s dyin’. There must be some place taking in refugees.”

The ex-dispatcher’s voice was quick, pointed, “Yeah, us.”

“But if you’re Red Cross, who do you get your orders from? Where are they?”

“Those aren’t questions for me. I just work the radio. What’s your situation?”

“Bad. People are hurt, sick. Supplies are gone, food’s real low. Where are you? Close?”

“That’s another one I won’t answer on open waves. You need to talk to the boss. Call back and we’ll get him quick, but for now, what’s your message?”

There was a long pause and then there came a tired voice full of despair that made Adrian’s heart demand action.

“I’m overloaded. I can’t describe it. We need protection, a way out to someplace safe. Tell him we’re American citizens begging for his…”

The transmission ended suddenly, and Mitch shut off the tape. “Figured they went dead.”

Adrian looked at the waiting alcoholic. “You did a great job. Get me right away when he calls back.

Red nose swelled, Mitch was all shit-eating grin at the praise. “You got it, A-Man. Catch you later?”

Adrian forced himself to nod and was glad to leave the drunk behind.

Kenn and Adrian went to his semi (always in the lead) and the leader climbed behind the wheel, leaving the door open. Time was running out, he could feel it threatening what he held dear, and yet, he couldn’t ignore the call.

He motioned at the glove compartment, at the maps crammed inside. “Find out how far to Cheyenne and what’s between here and there.”

Kenn got to work as Adrian picked up the mic, knowing the leader was hoping for a reason to get the camp behind a rescue.

“Let’s do a count, Mitch. Eagle One, all clear.”

The count-off always took a while, people forgetting or going in the wrong order. Usually Adrian handled it, straightened them out, but today he let it go, waiting.

After a full minute of not getting by thirteen, Mitch took control, knowing Adrian wanted the radio clear, and again, he pleased the Boss.

“Fourteen, ready.”

“Okay Fourteen, but Thirteen goes first. Thirteen, you ready?”

“Roger that.”

“Good. We know fourteen is ready, so let’s move on.”

“Rogetssscccfourteenssch,”

Mitch’s voice boomed over the radio. “Fourteen! Put your mic down! Hang it up now!”

“Roger.”

The two men shared a grin, as the check continued more smoothly, everyone knowing Mitch had little patience, and now, Adrian's blessing to keep them in line.

“Three hundred miles. Laramie and Casper are the only big towns.” Kenn peered closer at the small writing. “Damn. There are only a couple of reservoirs. Not a good enough excuse to go.”

 Adrian's cool eyes looked over the dusty Wyoming land around them, as Kenn got his notebook out, shaking his head at the radio.

“Come on Twenty! Why are you calling out of order?”

“Because I’ve got too many kids in my area!”

“Did you check the…” The radio went quiet for a moment as the guards straightened out the mix up.

 “Your impression?”

Kenn’s voice was flat, “He said protection before food or water, like we might be walking into something and have to fight for them.”

“Are we able to do that now?”

Kenn shrugged, sounding more confident than he really felt. Marines, these people were not. Most were more like showers shoes – not even a boot camp graduate. “Maybe we could be. Kyle’s team might be now.”