A New World: Taken (12 page)

Julie stays silent a moment and then erupts in a keening wail that pierces the heart of everyone hearing.
 
She grips her stomach and folds over crying so hard that she has a hard time catching her breath.
 
Robert wraps his arms around her and Bri her good one as they join her; crying for the loss of Nic.

Lying on the dry ground under the trees, shielded by bushes, the sound of vehicles in the distance intrudes upon my thoughts as I run through various scenarios.
 
I picture in my mind the buses arriving, proceeding through the gate, and shoveling everyone out for the evening routine.
 
I’m assuming it is a routine as we’ve only monitored them for a very short time, but the process did seem to flow smoothly.
 
The smoother something like that happens, the more likely they’ve done it that way for a while.
 
I don’t want to make any assumptions about anything but I like to keep all of the players in my mind as to their possible locations at all times.
 
Noting routines, where people go or should be at a particular time, helps keep situational awareness.
 
That, however, doesn’t make everything written in stone.

My chief apprehension centers on the night runners behaving themselves.
 
Yeah, when have they ever done that?
 
I don’t want to be caught outside with a horde of night runners closing in.
 
I’d rather have a prostate exam although it really amounts to the same thing.

The noise of air brakes squealing, people gathering, and doors opening in the distance goes on for some time and settles down as the sun sinks behind the hills.
 
It’s as if the day waits in hushed anticipation of the night to come.

The sky above darkens to a deep blue and the first stars shine.
 
Generators start up in the compound and the perimeter lights flash on; flickering at first and then coming on with their full intensity.
 
Armed guards walk across the fields in the gathering gloom, mount ladders leading into the towers, and, just as last night, pull the ladders up with them.
 
I see the gap I noticed from the overlooking hills just off to my left almost in front of the third tower.
 
I pull back into the trees and move over adjacent to the gap.

Aside from being out in the gathering darkness, I am also not so keen on having to traverse open ground in front of a guard tower.
 
Guards typically tend to focus their lights on the area immediately in front of them.
 
It’s a psychological thing; that’s where they think the greatest danger lies.
 
Hopefully they sweep their spotlight over a wider area.
 
I take the remaining grass talks I gathered and quietly tape them along my arms and legs so they are pointing to my rear.
 
Lying down, I want to look as much like the grass field as I can.
 
Luckily, they haven’t cut or burned the tall grass.
 
This will give me a little advantage should a spotlight come across me.

towers move erratically through the night air.
 
The one in front of me transitions slowly from left to right and back again without any noticeable pattern.
 
I lower my NVG’s.
 
It’s time to move.

“This is Jack, I’m heading in,” I radio whoever has the radio watch.

“Copy that,” I hear Greg respond.
 
I should have known he’d be up if a member was out.
 
I’m guessing he’ll be up all night.

The crickets and other night animals pick up their evening sounds.
 
They are comforting as I know nothing in the predator category lies near.
 
It’s a two-edged sword however because if I happen to get close to them, then they’ll go silent and notify anyone that something lurks nearby.
 
I watch the spotlight trying to gauge a pattern but I don’t pick one up.
 
With a deep sigh, I sink to my stomach and edge out of the trees.

I slowly part the grass ahead of me and wiggle forward, coming to a rest after my movement.
 
I can’t see the guards in the tower past the light so I have to assume their eyes are following the path of the light.
 
Another parting of the grass and movement brings me a foot and a half closer to the fence.
 
That will be the most interesting part, getting through the fence directly ahead of the tower.
 
Timing will be critical.

The only pattern of light I notice is that its beam stays mostly outside of the fence line.
 
Once inside, I should have no worries about it.
 
Then it will be primarily keeping quiet as I make my way past the tower.
 
The beam swings in my direction.
 
Here’s the real test.
 
It will either pass over me or a shot will ring out that I will never hear.
 
I try to wiggle even closer to the ground; trying to press my rear end through the hard surface.
 
I fold the grass stalks over me without bending them too much.
 
The light draws ever closer.
 
I bury my head both to remain invisible and to not cause a white out of the NVG’s.
 
I also don’t want the light to reflect back off the glass front.

I notice my headache coming on again.
 
Great, like I need that
, I think with head pressed into the dirt.
 
I watch to the side for the light to come and pass.
 
As the light draws closer, the dirt and grass begin to lighten.
 
My body tenses anticipating the light stopping and a searing pain to enter my body.
 
It grows brighter and the dirt below my eyes suddenly becomes like day.
 
I’m just the grass
, I think.
 
I’m afraid the black of my fatigues might be too black.
 
I always preferred a charcoal gray at night as black is sometimes bright and easy to see in the light.
 
The brightness seems to linger forever.
 
Pass on
, I think putting all of my focus into not moving.
 
I only exhale in short breaths not wanting any steam to escape.
 
It’s not cold enough for that but old habits die hard.

The light fades, passing off to the other side.
 
I raise my head catching sight of the light transiting to the right.
 
I part the grass ahead and maneuver ahead.
 
I keep a look out for any freshly turned earth or mounds of dirt.
 
I wouldn’t think they would have mined the outside.
 
They would have had to raid an armory for that and their weapons don’t indicate they had but one can never be too careful.
 
Especially when it comes to explosives and the possibility of having one’s limbs being separated from the rest of the body.
 
The light stops and swings back, this time focusing further in the trees.
 
I freeze as it crosses above me, once more pressing down into the ground.
 
This cat and mouse game continues for a period of time until I find myself next to the fence.

Several shrieks pierce the night.
 
Some close and others answer from far away.
 
I don’t know if it’s me they’re howling about or if it’s just my anxiety of being out in the night with them.
 
Either way, I’m ready to be on the other side of the fence.
 
The grass truly is greener on the other side.
 
The light pans out to the left focusing on the tree line.
 
I take out the can of chemical spray and spray upward close to a fence post.
 
Spray is a misnomer as it actually comes out in a stream.
 
Reaching a height tall enough to sidle through, I start across the chain links; they separate immediately.
 
The spotlight begins in my direction again and I bury myself in the grass that abuts the fence.
 
Once it passes, I quietly push the “door” through the fence inwards lifting it slightly to minimize any noise.
 
The light comes back and stops on the trees to my immediate rear.
 
I crouch through and close the “door.”

I’m hoping they haven’t spotted a trail I left but I don’t dare move to see what they are focusing on.
 
I hear voices drift down from the tower twenty yards ahead of me.
 
It’s too faint to hear any definitive words.
 
I ready myself for any alarm.
 
If it comes down to it, I’ll do what I can and slip back through the fence and lose myself in the woods.
 
The game will be over though as they’ll know we’re here.
 
Plan B will then be in effect.
 
Plan B is anyone’s guess at this point.

The voices stop and the light moves on.
 
I relax a touch and sigh.
 
I put the fence back as close to natural as I can and wrap small pieces of wire to the corner ends.
 
This will enable me to undo them quickly while hopefully preserving the naturalness of the fence.
 
Now the tricky part; skating by the tower without being seen or heard.
 
The grass fields around are illuminated in green but I know that it is dark outside of my NVG’s.
 
There’s a small copse of trees between the gym and the tennis courts sitting close to the fence.
 
That’s my next stop.

Slowly move and pause, move and pause.
 
I angle away from the tower towards the relative safety of the trees.
 
It’s not that the trees provide great cover as they are spread out a bit but I hate open areas.
 
At least I can get behind a tree if needed.
 
Out in the open, there’s nowhere to go if they decide to check on the interior for any reason.
 
Slowly, the trees get closer, or, should I say I get closer to them.
 
It’s not as if they are walking towards me.
 
That would be nice however but then I would hope they were friendly.
 
The last thing I need now is a group of walking trees that are hostile.

After what seems like hours, I reach the first of the trees and sit on my heels behind a towering fir, putting it between me and the roving spotlights.
 
From here, I am able to see further into the campus.
 
The tennis courts to my left and the outer wall of the swimming pool, attached to the gym to my right, mark the boundaries of the school proper.
 
The first of the single story classroom buildings is across a paved road ahead.
 
I see the main office building at an angle across from the gym past the same road.
 
A faint light glows through the windows of the office building.
 
That’s a good thing as, with a light on, they won’t be able to see outside very well.
 
I ponder my next move; to head into the classroom buildings or head into the gym.

“This is Jack, I’m in,” I whisper pressing the push-to-talk button.

“Wow!
 
Really?
 
I had the area glassed the entire time and didn’t see you,” Greg calls back after a pause.

“I used magic,” I whisper back.

“Everything looks normal from here,” he says.

“Okay.
 
I think I’ll check out the gym first,” I say.

“Roger.”

My head is pounding as I leave my little sanctuary and sidle over to the pool wall.
 
It’s lost in the shadows of the night but shows up clearly in my vision.
 
A large green dumpster lies halfway along the wall and I crouch where the corner meets the wall.
 
Looking around, I see the spotlights panning the perimeter a distance away.
 
Nothing else moves.
 
I take that back.
 
A small shape flitters in the air across my vision.
 
I see another shape move swiftly through the night, banking and disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
 
Bats are out
, I think.
 
Here I sit in midst of an armed compound, keyed up on adrenaline, and there they are flying about as if this night is not any different than the others.
 
Everything is a matter of perspective I guess
, I think refocusing.