Uprising: A Collide Novel Part 46

"Ryan, now that's not fair. Don't volunteer my charge when your's isn't even capable of going," Simon said but wasn't angry, he was just worried.

"I'm sorry, Simon. But you know Cain. He won't sit her while we go. You know that," Ryan urged.

"I know," Simon conceded unhappily.

"Ok. Ok, hold it. Just hold it. I'm not so keen on sending people out anymore. I'm thinking no more people out at all and you'll are trying to send people out more often?" Jeff said and sank back down into the sofa, Marissa rubbing his leg to soothe him.

"We've got to do what has to be done. Right? We can't just not alert the others who may not even know that the hunters are coming for them," Miguel stood up and resumed Jeff's pacing path.

"I agree," I said and heard Sherry's little gasp beside me. "It wouldn't be fair to let them sit out there like ducks on a pond."

"Merrick," Sherry breathed my name and I know I'm the only one who heard her.

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it.

"It wouldn't be feasible to do it often," Jeff conceded looking less than happy. "We'd definitely get caught that way. Maybe once a month or so? Do a sweep of the town and maybe the outskirt homes, as much as we could do in one night. It'll do no one any good for us to get caught."

"Yeah. We can't do it all but...it's our responsibility to do something," I answered and Ryan and Miguel nodded emphatically.

"I'll go too. And don't look at me, Merrick. You could use my gift for this and you all know it," Danny said, never looking at me, only at Jeff.

I felt the ping in my gut and my conscience buzzed in my head. My fingers twitched with wanting to shove him back down to the sofa and tell him to keep quiet. But no more. Danny is an adult. A Special but we no longer can keep them holed up and secure. We need them. We need their gifts.

He looked to Sherry then me, to see if we'd contradict him. He knows I'm still fiercely protective of him, though I'm trying to break the habit. It's almost as bad as if Sherry had stood up and said she was going. Well, not quite. Danny's determined brown eyes locked with mine. I felt my grimace but I nodded to him. He relaxed and nodded gratefully back. It doesn't really matter anyway. I'll be going with him and I won't let him out of my sight.

"Count me in, too," Max said.

"Ok," Jeff started. "We'll call a meeting and discuss it all. See who wants to help, make a plan. This isn't something to do half-way. Simon, if we're gonna do this, I'm afraid we'll need Cain in on this one. He's got the most strategic planning experience."

"Yes," Simon chimed sadly but proudly. "He was a Sergeant in the Marines. You'll need him, which means I'm coming too."

"That's good. We'll need his help and expertise on how to do this. That's saying he'll even really want to help. We might all just be speculating on his want to go with us."

"Oh, he'll want to. He served his country before all this started. He's won't stop now," Simon said confidently.

"Ok. It's settled. His last day of work is in two days, Friday. We'll have a meeting Sat.u.r.day evening, once everyone gets done with everything. Lillian, when he comes in tonight can you tell him? So he doesn't plan anything with his work, just in case they ask him to help clean or move things."

She flushed a thick pink that was bright against her paleness.

"Uh, I don't think I'll see him tonight. I can tell him in the morning for you, though," she answered softly.

"Ok, great," Jeff said, moving on, not even realizing he'd embarra.s.sed her by implying that Cain would sleep in her room.

Everyone knows Cain gets in past 1:00 a.m.

Not everyone knows what's going on with her and Cain.

I understood that but didn't know that Cain had been sleeping in her room. Hmmm. Jeff knew because he bunks across from her room. Interesting.

The others started to disperse as well. Lana stood up and started walking out. I understand she's starting to learn to read lips. She never learned because her mother home schooled her and wrote everything down. In fact, I was told by Sherry, who found out from Calvin, her mother forced her to wear a sign and pen around her neck at all times in the house so she could write her questions and her mother could write her answers because she didn't want to learn sign language.

Lana glanced at Sherry, the only person she can talk to, and signed what I could only a.s.sume was good night. Sherry returned the sign and smiled but then looked back to me and the smile vanished. She took a deep shuddering breath and I waited. Prepared for the pleading for me not to go, the tears, the worrying.

Instead she shocked me.

"Ok. Um, I know you need to do this. And I know Danny is gonna go to and you're going to let him, not like you can really stop Danny anyway. And I know you're going to make me stay. But please, just promise me one thing. Please stay together. Watch out for each other. Don't let them split you up. I know you'll both work to keep the other alive and that's what I want. If you'll do that, then I promise not to nag or cry and freak out about this whole thing. Ya'll are right. It's selfish to sit here, safe, while the others are out there, struggling and in danger. I know that. Please, just promise me," she choked out the last words.

Trying so hard not to cry, her bottom lip quivering. Trying to be brave. Almost everything she just said was a lie. Well, the part about her not crying and worrying anyway. She will cry and freak out and worry and pace the entire time we're gone, but it can't be helped. And it'll be doubly bad with Danny gone too, not just me. Not to mention Ryan, Cain and Jeff. All who she's grown fiercely fond of. But she's trying. What more can I ask for?

I reached for her and drew her into my lap. She discreetly wiped her eye with the side of her hand and sniffed, not looking at me.

"Honey. Everything is gonna be ok. You'll see. We'll bring a pile of people in here and then you'll be happy as ever with all the new recruits for kitchen duty." I rubbed circles into her back as she laid against me. "I know you're trying. I also know you're a rotten liar. It's ok to worry, honey, though I hate it when you do, it's part of who you are. I accept that. What I don't like is your lack of faith. I told you before. I will always come back to you. And with Danny out with me, I'll be doubly cautious. Too cautious. Won't even be that much help at all in fact, cause I'll be so careful."

She elbowed me playfully and I felt her small chuckle.

"I know. I believe you. I'm sorry if I drive you crazy with my worrying and nag-"

"You don't apologize to me. When are you gonna learn that, sweetheart? And I told you, it's ok to worry a little, just don't worry so much that you think I won't be coming back through that door."

"Ok. I got it."

She nuzzled her face into my neck and wiggled her body closer then took a long soothing deep breath. I smiled and pulled my arms around her.

"That's my girl." I could smell her hair and rubbed my chin on it, stirring the scents and inhaled. Vanilla. "Ready for bed?"

"Always."

A Blaze Of Glory

Chapter 29 - Cain.

This won't get me fired, I know. My boss has always liked me but with only two working days left, he'll probably not be too thrilled with me being late.

The oscillating yellow and green lights in my rear view mirror are definitely getting my attention. That's what I get for kissing Lillian. Once I started it was so hard to stop. I was already running late, now because I sped, I'm gonna get a ticket.

But it was so freaking worth it.

I wasn't lying to her. I really and truly do believe that I'm so close to being over Sherry. I can't stop thinking about Lillian. All this week, the distance I've put between Sherry and me has helped. I hadn't realized how much worse I was making things by following her around. By letting her consume my thoughts. But now, all day and night, Lillian is in my thoughts instead. I only really think about Sherry when I see her. So, I've been continuing to steer clear.

Of course I can't completely avoid her, especially with her sweet self bringing me drinks and checking on me all the time. It's getting a little easier though.

Like I was a drug addict and am weaning myself off.

Even though I knew he was coming, I still jump when the officer taps the window with his flashlight. Lost in my thoughts. I roll it down and squint as he points the light directly in my eyes.

"License. Registration. Reason for speeding. Reason for being way our here away from town."

"In that order?" I ask and immediately regret it. Stupid. "Sorry, just joking. Um, here you go." I hand him my doc.u.ments fished from the glove compartment. "And, uh, I'm heading to work at the coffee shop in town, The Moody Brew. And I live out here, sir. With my grandparents."

"Uhuh."

He stayed busy, going over and over the two papers I gave him and still refused to let me see his face. He was wearing a uniform but the glare didn't let me see the color or detail. Then he placed the flashlight under his arm to steady it while he examined the doc.u.ments again and I got to see him. I hadn't realized that this wasn't a cop. The lights on his car should have tipped me off. Yellow and green means enforcer.

c.r.a.p.

"So, son, what ya gonna do when they close up shop? Got another job lined up?"

"No, sir."

Dang it. I should have said yes. I know what's coming next.

"Well, you should apply for the enforcers." He pulled the flashlight back and looked me and the truck over. Why was an enforcer pulling me over for speeding? He wasn't. He wanted to know why I was out here. Dang. "We've got plenty of positions, because there's lots of work to do. You can even get transferred to another city if you like."

"Well, I'll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity. Make my grandpa proud, that's for sure."

"You do that. It'll be good for you, son. Now, procedure calls. Step out of the vehicle."

"I'm sorry? Is there a problem? I'm already late for work," I asked, even as I stepped out of the truck.

"Nope, no problem. Just protocol. We have to search every vehicle and pa.s.senger that we pull over out past the city limits. This'll be good training for you kid. You're gonna have to do this too, ya know. The key is to be friendly but firm."

I stood to the side while he searched the truck and then he snorted when he found Lillian's lip gloss under the seat. He held it up for me to see.

"Not really your color is it, son?"

I laughed and tried to make it sound casual.

"Not really. My girl must've dropped it last night."

"That right? Where does she work?"

"She doesn't. She's,..." think idiot, "...been kinda sick lately. Got some kinda flu. She quit her job early since she was gonna have to stop working anyway. I hope it's not swine flu," I said dripping with concern.

He stepped back with haste.

"You know how contagious that stuff is?" he asked the rhetorical question and his voice jumped an octave.

"Is it? Never really thought about it, but after that big stink they made about it on the news, you're probably right."

"Ok. Here." He leaned far forward without taking a step and held his breath as he handed me back my papers. "Come see us at headquarters when you're ready to sign up. And, you really shouldn't be out and about with that contagious stuff, ya know. You'll make everyone sick."

"Solid advice. Thank you, sir. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"No! I mean, give it a few days. Ya know, just take care of your girl a bit, then come see me."

Bingo! Poor sap.

"Ok. Sounds good. Nice to meet you..."

"Enforcer Billings."

"Enforcer Billings. Have a nice night."

And then I heard a terrible screech, like a dying animal. We were both still standing in the street, hadn't moved to our vehicles yet and I felt my heart slam down in my chest. I knew this sound.

When Sherry and I had been chased to the caves.

A Marker.

The man was muttering something about 'what was that- crazy owl' and looking around the darkness like he could see anything. The flashlight went up and I knew it a split second just in time that I needed to move.

I grabbed his shirt back as he turned and jerked him to the ground. He groaned and complained and then started cursing me. I told him to shut up, be quiet as we lay on the warm asphalt. He apparently hadn't seen what I'd seen in that flashlight beam. The Marker made a swoop for him and was now just waiting for his next chance.

The idiot was still squirming to get up. How could I explain what was after us?

"Shut up," I hissed. "There's something after us. You didn't see it?"

"No! Get off me!" he yelled making me want to just let the Marker have him.

"SHHH! Idiot!" I whispered.

Then we heard the screech again and the idiot went still.

"What is that? Sounds like a..."

"I know what it is, but trust me, you wouldn't believe me. If you want to make it, just stay quiet and do what I tell you. Hear me?"

"What are you talking about?"

I decide. I'm probably already gonna die or jump in my truck and hope that's good enough to save me. No point in letting him die too- without the truth.

"Listen." I whispered quickly. "Listen good. Your friends, your savior, the dark haired guys all around. They are not your friends. That thing in the sky is not your friend either, he's theirs. Keepers are not the enemy. I live with some. A bunch in fact. We have a bunker not far from here with a b.u.t.t load of people in it. The dark haired guys are called Lighters. They are here to take over, not help us."

It was still pitch black, except for his flashlight beam, pointed the other way on the asphalt a little ways away from us. I couldn't see his face but I heard his still breaths and the silence spoke volumes.

"Ok, son. So what you're telling me is, that you are confessing to being a part of the resistance?"

"Of everything I just said, that's the part you remember? I hate that word by the way, resistance. It makes us sound so hokey," I spouted sarcastically and was stunned when he actually answered me.

"The official enforcer word is traitor."

"Much better," I said with sarcastic enthusiasm and waited for his next move.