***Author's Notes****
I really need you all to read the author's notes at the bottom. It will
explain a few things.
*********************
Chapter 2. - Just Getting Started
Rick's Story
Location Unknown - Even to Rick
March 4, 1943; 05:06 AM
Rick was woken up from a restless sleep of being slammed this way and that
in the car. He had been riding with "Tim Smith" for the past twenty-four
hours. "Mr. O'Connell we are here." Tim said and opened the door to let
him out. Rick pulled his crumpled body from the car and stretched it out
letting his muscles fall back into place as well as his shoulders and
neck. Rick had no idea where they were at, but in front of them was where
a factory use to be. He could still see white smoke bellowing from the
pipes that were crooked in some places as they rested next to the
building. If the setting told him anything it was that this wasn't going
to be good. He walked with Tim across the sparse land that was between
them and the factory. The sun was not shining at all and made everything
look desolate. War would do that to any country. He saw that in WW I,
but he was hoping to avoid in the second war. Who knew that Woodrow Wilson
would be the only one to predict this war? He shook his head at the
thoughts running through his mind trying to focus on what was happening
before him.
Once they got inside they were met by a group of four men. One was dressed
in military uniform, one in navy uniform, and two in a nice suit.
"I thought you said that we were meeting his majesty." Rick said to Tim.
"Mr. O'Connell, his majesty didn't feel it was safe for him to come here,
but he does need your help." Rick found this more than a little strange.
True they hadn't let him leave England, but he thought it was more of a
punishment because his garrison had defied orders when they went to Egypt.
"Why does the majesty need my help?" he asked emphasizing himself.
"Mr. O'Connell do you know who Ryan Stackhouse is?" one of the men in a
suite asked. He looked at the five men for a second; "No I don't" he told
them. That wasn't exactly true. He knew of him, but he had no idea who
he looked like or what he was really about. "Ryan Stackhouse is Winston
Churchill's right hand man. His assistant, Carl Reigns was murdered and
Ryan was kidnapped." Rick gave them all a questioning look wondering what
on earth it had to do with him. "And?" he asked. "One man saw Carl being
murdered and we have reason to believe the man or men who kidnapped
Stackhouse were the same men who killed Mr. Reigns."
Rick got that part, but he was waiting for them to spit out what they
wanted him to do. He was getting very impatient with them. They had taken
him away from his wife for this and he wasn't a happy camper. "Ryan
Stackhouse must be found. This could cause problems later on if he is not
and once the war is over if Stackhouse is not found we might never have
peace." Tim said. "I get it, but I don't understand what you want me to
do." Rick answered. "It is very simple Mr. O'Connell we need you to find
the man who witnessed Carl Reigns murder." Rick rolled his eyes, wondering
what they had been drinking. "How in the hell am I suppose to find this
man and on second thought why the hell should I?" Rick asked getting very
angry.
Tim spoke once more, "Because Mr. O'Connell, your son was sent to find this
man first and he was shot down over Italy, we need you to find him."
"My son was shot down? Is he alive?" Rick asked, stunned by the news he
really didn't know what to think, "We have reason to believe so, but you
can not save your son unless you find this man." Tim emphasized. "Fine,
who is this man that I am looking for?" Rick asked. "Jonathan Carnahan."
Tim answered.
Alex's Story
Somewhere near Milan, Italy
March 4, 1943; 08:00 AM
"Great! Just great!" Alex thought to himself. He leaned his head back and
looked at the sky, this wasn't suppose to have happened. He was suppose to
have his uncle already and be on his way back to England. Instead he was
left to walk in enemy territory until the nearest town where they would do
who knows what. It wasn't exactly what he had planned.
To pass the time as he walked he thought of his mother and father and
uncle. He wondered if his parents were on the ship now crossing the
Atlantic to New York where they would take a train to Savannah. He
imagined himself in the southern heat of the city. He remembered Gabriel
showing him pictures of it and wishing he could live there. As much as
Egypt had interested him after Ahm Shere he wasn't as passionate as he
had once been. He switched to learning American History and found the
history enriching. Oh he knew how he was suppose to feel about them,
but when you read about the adventures of Billy the Kid and Jesse James
it was hard not to be swept up into the romance of the place.
That was part of the reason he had sent his parents to Savannah. Once he
joined his parents there he would show them the other reason. Hopefully
they would understand. He looked ahead and saw a small house. He was
tired and thirsty and wondered if there was any one there. He passed
through the small field and then went to the door to knock, before he had a
chance though it swung open allowing him into a musty room that no one had
lived in for a while now. He explored the house calling out to anyone and
no one answered.
He went in search of food and found a little stacked away in a cupboard,
nothing more than some hard bread and olives which still smelled good, but
food was food. He heard a snapping of a twig outside and all about dropped
his food. He got in stance and put his hand on his gun. He slowly walked
out to the door and rushed pulling his gun at whoever would be standing
there...
Evie's story:
Somewhere in the Atlantic
March 4; 2:30 PM
Evie was sick of her room already. She had been looking at her family's
picture for the past two days and she was sick of it. She did the only
thing she could do, got up and went to the entertainment deck. There was a
room where people were playing cards, a gym, and highly unusual, a library.
She started there. Perhaps she would pick a book to take her away from her
troubles.
She searched around and finally found one of her favorite, Chains of Love,
it was an old book. Even before her mother's time, but it had been a
forbidden book to her when she was younger. So one day she snuck into her
mother's drawer and stole and ended up reading the whole book when she was
fourteen. She understood why her mother had kept it from her, but from
that point on it had become a guilty pleasure. She quickly fell into the
book and didn't notice anyone approach her, "Good afternoon." The voice
said. She quickly looked up and saw Gabriel standing there, "Hello Lt.
Scott, how are you this afternoon?" she asked.
"I'm doing just fine. I was wondering if you wish to join me for dinner
this evening?" He said. She regarded him for a moment, "That would be
wonderful Lt. Scott." She answered. He smiled at her, "Thank-you. Now if
you will excuse me I will let you get back to your book. Have a good
afternoon Mrs. O'Connell." He said as he left. "You too." She called after
him. He turned around to smile showing he had heard her and then left
out of the room. She fully understood why Alex had liked him as a friend.
He reminded her of her husband. Which brought her down a little, so she
went back to reading her book.
She got dressed and ready for dinner. Gabriel had sent a message that he
would meet her in the dinning room at seven o'clock and it was quickly
approaching that time. She walked on the deck so she could see the last of
the sunset before it quickly fell behind the edge of the water. She
wrapped her coat around her and walked briskly to the main hall and then
made a left to the dinning room. Gabriel was waiting for her. "Good
evening Mrs. O'Connell." He said as he pro-offered his arm. She took it,
"Good evening to you as well Lt. Scott." She said back. He took her to
their table, pulled out her chair for her and then took their coats to the
coatroom.
****Author's Notes*****
1st - I don't want to hear about the whole Winston Churchill thing. Believe
me as a History major I am well aware that this story is very historically
inaccurate. In fact it is worthy of Hollywood, but I wrote this because
I wanted it to be fun and have action. Believe me I do know about the
ejection thing, ::shakes head at her own blunder:: Anyway I hope you guys
are looking forward to the third chapter because I am. Thank you so much
for reading and if you ever wish to talk to me about what really happened in
1943 or WWII I would love too, one of my favorite time periods really, but
it just didn't fit the story I wanted to write. Good thing Hollywood made
turning History into fiction so much fun! Thanks for all the reviews and
see you at the third chapter.
I really need you all to read the author's notes at the bottom. It will
explain a few things.
*********************
Chapter 2. - Just Getting Started
Rick's Story
Location Unknown - Even to Rick
March 4, 1943; 05:06 AM
Rick was woken up from a restless sleep of being slammed this way and that
in the car. He had been riding with "Tim Smith" for the past twenty-four
hours. "Mr. O'Connell we are here." Tim said and opened the door to let
him out. Rick pulled his crumpled body from the car and stretched it out
letting his muscles fall back into place as well as his shoulders and
neck. Rick had no idea where they were at, but in front of them was where
a factory use to be. He could still see white smoke bellowing from the
pipes that were crooked in some places as they rested next to the
building. If the setting told him anything it was that this wasn't going
to be good. He walked with Tim across the sparse land that was between
them and the factory. The sun was not shining at all and made everything
look desolate. War would do that to any country. He saw that in WW I,
but he was hoping to avoid in the second war. Who knew that Woodrow Wilson
would be the only one to predict this war? He shook his head at the
thoughts running through his mind trying to focus on what was happening
before him.
Once they got inside they were met by a group of four men. One was dressed
in military uniform, one in navy uniform, and two in a nice suit.
"I thought you said that we were meeting his majesty." Rick said to Tim.
"Mr. O'Connell, his majesty didn't feel it was safe for him to come here,
but he does need your help." Rick found this more than a little strange.
True they hadn't let him leave England, but he thought it was more of a
punishment because his garrison had defied orders when they went to Egypt.
"Why does the majesty need my help?" he asked emphasizing himself.
"Mr. O'Connell do you know who Ryan Stackhouse is?" one of the men in a
suite asked. He looked at the five men for a second; "No I don't" he told
them. That wasn't exactly true. He knew of him, but he had no idea who
he looked like or what he was really about. "Ryan Stackhouse is Winston
Churchill's right hand man. His assistant, Carl Reigns was murdered and
Ryan was kidnapped." Rick gave them all a questioning look wondering what
on earth it had to do with him. "And?" he asked. "One man saw Carl being
murdered and we have reason to believe the man or men who kidnapped
Stackhouse were the same men who killed Mr. Reigns."
Rick got that part, but he was waiting for them to spit out what they
wanted him to do. He was getting very impatient with them. They had taken
him away from his wife for this and he wasn't a happy camper. "Ryan
Stackhouse must be found. This could cause problems later on if he is not
and once the war is over if Stackhouse is not found we might never have
peace." Tim said. "I get it, but I don't understand what you want me to
do." Rick answered. "It is very simple Mr. O'Connell we need you to find
the man who witnessed Carl Reigns murder." Rick rolled his eyes, wondering
what they had been drinking. "How in the hell am I suppose to find this
man and on second thought why the hell should I?" Rick asked getting very
angry.
Tim spoke once more, "Because Mr. O'Connell, your son was sent to find this
man first and he was shot down over Italy, we need you to find him."
"My son was shot down? Is he alive?" Rick asked, stunned by the news he
really didn't know what to think, "We have reason to believe so, but you
can not save your son unless you find this man." Tim emphasized. "Fine,
who is this man that I am looking for?" Rick asked. "Jonathan Carnahan."
Tim answered.
Alex's Story
Somewhere near Milan, Italy
March 4, 1943; 08:00 AM
"Great! Just great!" Alex thought to himself. He leaned his head back and
looked at the sky, this wasn't suppose to have happened. He was suppose to
have his uncle already and be on his way back to England. Instead he was
left to walk in enemy territory until the nearest town where they would do
who knows what. It wasn't exactly what he had planned.
To pass the time as he walked he thought of his mother and father and
uncle. He wondered if his parents were on the ship now crossing the
Atlantic to New York where they would take a train to Savannah. He
imagined himself in the southern heat of the city. He remembered Gabriel
showing him pictures of it and wishing he could live there. As much as
Egypt had interested him after Ahm Shere he wasn't as passionate as he
had once been. He switched to learning American History and found the
history enriching. Oh he knew how he was suppose to feel about them,
but when you read about the adventures of Billy the Kid and Jesse James
it was hard not to be swept up into the romance of the place.
That was part of the reason he had sent his parents to Savannah. Once he
joined his parents there he would show them the other reason. Hopefully
they would understand. He looked ahead and saw a small house. He was
tired and thirsty and wondered if there was any one there. He passed
through the small field and then went to the door to knock, before he had a
chance though it swung open allowing him into a musty room that no one had
lived in for a while now. He explored the house calling out to anyone and
no one answered.
He went in search of food and found a little stacked away in a cupboard,
nothing more than some hard bread and olives which still smelled good, but
food was food. He heard a snapping of a twig outside and all about dropped
his food. He got in stance and put his hand on his gun. He slowly walked
out to the door and rushed pulling his gun at whoever would be standing
there...
Evie's story:
Somewhere in the Atlantic
March 4; 2:30 PM
Evie was sick of her room already. She had been looking at her family's
picture for the past two days and she was sick of it. She did the only
thing she could do, got up and went to the entertainment deck. There was a
room where people were playing cards, a gym, and highly unusual, a library.
She started there. Perhaps she would pick a book to take her away from her
troubles.
She searched around and finally found one of her favorite, Chains of Love,
it was an old book. Even before her mother's time, but it had been a
forbidden book to her when she was younger. So one day she snuck into her
mother's drawer and stole and ended up reading the whole book when she was
fourteen. She understood why her mother had kept it from her, but from
that point on it had become a guilty pleasure. She quickly fell into the
book and didn't notice anyone approach her, "Good afternoon." The voice
said. She quickly looked up and saw Gabriel standing there, "Hello Lt.
Scott, how are you this afternoon?" she asked.
"I'm doing just fine. I was wondering if you wish to join me for dinner
this evening?" He said. She regarded him for a moment, "That would be
wonderful Lt. Scott." She answered. He smiled at her, "Thank-you. Now if
you will excuse me I will let you get back to your book. Have a good
afternoon Mrs. O'Connell." He said as he left. "You too." She called after
him. He turned around to smile showing he had heard her and then left
out of the room. She fully understood why Alex had liked him as a friend.
He reminded her of her husband. Which brought her down a little, so she
went back to reading her book.
She got dressed and ready for dinner. Gabriel had sent a message that he
would meet her in the dinning room at seven o'clock and it was quickly
approaching that time. She walked on the deck so she could see the last of
the sunset before it quickly fell behind the edge of the water. She
wrapped her coat around her and walked briskly to the main hall and then
made a left to the dinning room. Gabriel was waiting for her. "Good
evening Mrs. O'Connell." He said as he pro-offered his arm. She took it,
"Good evening to you as well Lt. Scott." She said back. He took her to
their table, pulled out her chair for her and then took their coats to the
coatroom.
****Author's Notes*****
1st - I don't want to hear about the whole Winston Churchill thing. Believe
me as a History major I am well aware that this story is very historically
inaccurate. In fact it is worthy of Hollywood, but I wrote this because
I wanted it to be fun and have action. Believe me I do know about the
ejection thing, ::shakes head at her own blunder:: Anyway I hope you guys
are looking forward to the third chapter because I am. Thank you so much
for reading and if you ever wish to talk to me about what really happened in
1943 or WWII I would love too, one of my favorite time periods really, but
it just didn't fit the story I wanted to write. Good thing Hollywood made
turning History into fiction so much fun! Thanks for all the reviews and
see you at the third chapter.