A New World: Taken (36 page)

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Gonzalez calls for a cease fire but one gun still rings out with single shots one right after the other.
 
She looks over to see Bri still sending rounds across the firing range.

“Cease fire, I said,” Gonzalez shouts standing over Bri.

Bri looks up and Gonzalez sees her red eyes with streaks of dirt trailing down her cheeks.
 
Behind those red eyes though, she sees an inner toughness that she always knew Bri had inside but is now shining clearly through.
 
She knows that look and what is running through Bri’s mind.
 
She remembers a time when that came over her and what it could lead to.
 
She’s seen it happen enough times to others; they can become so hardened they begin to shut out other forms of humanity.
 
Any other feelings are overshadowed by that hardness that they become close to non-existent.
 
Looking into Bri’s eyes, she remembers when that hardness came upon her.

She always had a certain strength growing up in the streets of the small town of Clovis, New Mexico.
 
But that was made into something else during her tour in the sandbox.
 
Her squad had been patrolling through the streets of Tikrit, as they had been for some time, when they were ambushed.
 
Not wanting to relive the entire experience again, Gonzalez just focuses on the loss of her friends and the feeling of that steel settle within her.
 
Yes, she knows the look in Bri’s eye.
 
She had a Sergeant that took her aside and told her the same thing she is about to tell Bri.
 
It made the difference for her and she has so far been able to keep the toughness and humanity in balance.

She kneels next to Bri.
 
“Look,” she starts off quietly so only Bri can hear her, “believe it or not, I know what’s going through your mind.
 
You want to kill everything and everyone that took away those you care about.
 
I understand that.
 
But don’t let it overwhelm your other senses.
 
Hold onto the toughness but don’t let it dominate you.
 
You don’t have to act like a guy or carry bravado to be tough.
 
You don’t have to carry only that anger inside or be angry all of the time to be tough.
 
Constant anger will eat away your soul.
 
Be tough yes, but not to the extent of everything else.
 
Keep your feminine side.
 
Hold it close and wrap yourself in it but keep that inner steel too.
 
Let them complement each other rather than choose one or the other.”

Gonzalez sees her words settle into Bri.
 
With a nod, she rises.
 
“Okay everyone.
 
Mags and chambers clear.
 
Let’s get these weapons cleaned and then we’re going for a nice jog around the compound.”

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The shame Bri felt because of her tears vanishes with Gonzalez’ words.
 
She feels the essence of what Gonzalez said sink in.
 
The anger retreats to an extent.
 
The fear and worry for her dad remains as does the sadness she feels for Nic but there is a settling within her that she feels to her core.
 
That the night runners will die doesn’t leave but the deep-set anger is replaced by an inner calm.
 
The anger doesn’t fade altogether and she can feel the fiery furnace just below but it blends.
 
That’s what it feels like.
 
Tempered steel comes to her mind.
 
That’s what she’ll be.
 
But she remembers the part about keeping her soft side.
 
She feels a deep connection with Gonzalez and relishes Gonzalez’ ability to be tough yet still jokes around.
 
Yes, tempered steel.

She rises and picks up her empty mags after checking that her chamber is clear.
 
“Are you okay, Bri?”
 
Robert asks rising with her.

“Yeah, I’m okay.
 
Just worried for dad,” Bri answers.

“What did Gonzalez say?”
 
Robert asks.

“Nothing.
 
Just for me to listen better next time,” she replies.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he says.

They clean their weapons and then drain buckets of sweat on Gonzalez’ “trot” around the compound.
 
There isn’t enough air in the entire Northwest to fill their lungs yet Gonzalez runs beside them asking if they all have lead in their asses.
 
Bri feels good with the exercise and delights in the feel of the hard run.
 
If not for the lack of air, she would like to run more.
 
She will build herself and she sends a thought out to the area as they finish – “Watch out night runners.
 
I’m coming.”

Little does she realize Robert is having the same thoughts.

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I feel awareness come back like after being under after an operation.
 
It’s a sudden awareness as if the brain just turns on.
 
There’s no dreaming or waking from a dream and the thought that you’ve woken up.
 
It’s complete emptiness, nothingness, and darkness followed by awareness.
 
It’s so sudden it’s startling.
 
However, unlike the anesthesia, there is no slowness to the senses.
 
I’m in a space of emptiness one moment and aware the next.
 
I open my eyes and see Lynn sitting beside me looking to the side.
 
I feel her hand holding mine.

“Wow!
 
I must have been seriously tired,” I say reliving the last memory I have of becoming dizzy and falling.

“Jack?!
 
Oh my God!”
 
Lynn says turning her head quickly toward me.
 
I see tears run down her face which startles me for a second.
 
I mean, I’ve only been out for a short bit and only passed out.
 
It’s not like I fell off the roof or something.

I start to rise but Lynn’s hand pushes me back.
 
“Oh no you don’t.
 
You just lie there,” she says.

“I’m fine, seriously,” I say trying to rise against her hand.
 
I notice the IV in my arm and see the faces of Robert and Bri appear.

“Jack, you are not okay.
 
You just lay back and rest,” Lynn says.

I feel fine.
 
As a matter of fact, I feel great.
 
The joint and muscle aches that have plagued me are gone and I notice the drum team in my head is silent.
 
I realize the concern she has over anyone passing out and that they have to take it easy but I honestly feel fine and want to get up.
 
It’s then that I notice the tears welling in Robert’s eyes and streaming down Bri’s cheeks.
 
Yeah, now I’m really confused.
 
People have passed out before without having these theatrics played out.

“Hon, I feel fine.
 
Really.
 
I just passed out from exhaustion or maybe dehydration but I feel fine.
 
There’s a lot to do and I want to find out how many people the teams found,” I say trying to rise again.
 
Lynn pushes firmly back.

“Just passed out, Jack?”
 
Lynn says with a sniffle.
 
“How long do you think you ‘passed out’ for?”

I think about it and how refreshed I feel.
 
It’s that feeling like rising from a well-deserved nap and energy abounds.
 
“Well, most of the afternoon I’d guess,” I answer.

“Jack, you’ve been unconscious for the better part of two weeks,” Lynn says.

I can’t even begin to describe the shock.
 
There is no more trying to rise against her hand.
 
I feel her hand squeeze mine as I try to comprehend what she just said.
 
Two weeks?
 
I think as my mind spins.
 
I don’t even want to think of how they’ve fed me.
 
Her words and my reality just don’t mix.
 
I can’t fathom being out for that long and not being able to realize it.
 
It truly feels like the same day.
 
I mean, I do feel so much better and that’s one point lending favor to her words.

Thoughts race through my mind seemingly at random.
 
Every once in a while, one will stick but not for long as another forms crowding the previous one out.
 
What has happened since I’ve been out?
 
How could I be out for so long?
 
What was it?
 
How are Lynn’s mom and Craig?
 
What have the kids been up to?
 
Did they complete training?
 
Is my neck healed?
 
Did Watkins make it back?
 
What the fuck happened?!

Lynn apparently sees the thoughts flit through my mind.
 
“Jack, don’t worry about a thing.
 
Everything is fine around here.
 
It’s just good to have you back,” she says leaning over to give me a big hug.
 
The kids join her and I’m suddenly engulfed in a sea of bodies.
 
And it’s a good thing.

“You just lay there and rest.
 
We’ll catch you up on what’s going on later,” Lynn adds after the dog pile on Jack ends.

Yeah, there’s no way I could get up with the news that is still so surreal to my mind.
 
On the other hand, I feel restless and want to get up.
 
I was never very good at just lying down when I had energy to burn.
 
Still, I think I’ll lie here and mull things over in my head.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Dad,” Bri says rising.

“Me too, sweetheart,” I reply.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re okay too, Dad,” Robert says.
 
I nod my thanks to him.
 
I hear footsteps and watch as Gonzalez comes into my vision and kneels beside me.

“Good to see you’re okay, sir,” she says and reaches down to my arm.
 
I watch as she removes the tape holding the needle in my arm and slides it out.

“Thanks,” I say.
 
My mind is still reeling too much to say anything else.

A couple of hours pass and I can’t lie down any longer.
 
I am feeling very restless and want to be up.
 
This time, Lynn allows me to rise but is watchful.
 
I’m sure at the slightest stumble, although that is something I do during the normal course of my day, she will have me back in the cot.
 
I pay careful attention not to trip, falter, or even breathe for that matter because, as much as I like to think so, I don’t have the final say.
 
As weird as the thought is that flies through, I think about having missed getting some – however long ago that might have been.
 
I’m still not completely convinced that almost two weeks have passed.

One thing I am certain of is that I’m hungry.
 
No, strike that.
 
I’m ravenous.
 
After assuring herself that I can still tie my shoes on my own, Lynn walks with me to the dining room.
 
I can’t get enough to eat; however, I do get to the point where I don’t have a bottomless pit in my stomach.
 
I see from the light streaming in the open doors that it’s still daytime and I want to go out.
 
Not much is said between Lynn and me as she is still ascertaining whether I can walk on my own two feet.
 
I get several pats on the shoulder as I pass others on our way out.

If I doubted that time had passed before, looking outside erases any and all doubt.
 
They’ve been extremely busy.
 
Where large fields of only grass once grew, there now stands several barns in various stages of completion.
 
Looking north, large greenhouses stand in the fields.
 
Near the walls and close to our sanctuary are lines of shipping containers with a dirt road in front of them.
 
A mobile crane is situated next to them.
 
As startling as the other sights are, the sight of a giant wind turbine next to the building is even more so.

“We still have to figure out the engineering to gear it into the pumps but we managed to get it upright,” Bannerman says behind me.

“Yeah, I, um, see that.
 
Nicely done,” I say.
 
I’m in awe of the change in our surroundings and that only adds to the confusion that my waking has brought.