Chapter 4 - Drag
Rick's Story:
He groaned when he woke up. The feeling of a hangover was all consuming.
He didn't remember getting drunk. In fact he couldn't remember anything.
He opened his eyes and looked around. Not much, a little wooden table with
a white sheet of paper on it, and a chair that looked as if it had seen
better days next to it. He felt the soft cotton beneath him and was
thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't on the ground. He heard a noise
and jumped when the door to his room opened. "Good morning my friend."
Rick couldn't believe his eyes, "Ardeth Bay?" he asked, "What am I doing
here?" "You don't remember?" Ardeth asked. "I was asking my friend Bill
about Jonathan when he took me to a room and that is all I remember." "Yes
your friend Bill brought you to us."
Ardeth walked more into the room setting down a glass of water for his
friend. "Thank-you." Rick said as he took the glass and gladly drank from
it. "Okay so why did Bill drug me and bring me to you?" he asked. "Bill
was afraid that you were one of them and was warned against letting anyone
near Jonathan and Ryan. However, he knew that we knew you and therefore
felt it was okay to bring you hear to one of the safe houses." Ardeth
explained as he moved the chair out to sit in it. "So Jonathan and Ryan
are here?" "Yes, but they are in great danger. With the Germans marching
here it is dangerous for them to even be seen."
"I know, Ardeth you are going to have to help me. Evie had to go on to
Savannah without me and they told me my son was shot down in enemy
territory. I have to get Ryan back to England in order to save Alex."
"I understand my friend. We were already headed to get Ryan back, but
with you here we might be able to hurry the process up. I have an old
friend in Italy who can get us passage to the US and from there we can get
Ryan to England." Ardeth told him. Rick sat up on the bed and though over
all the new developments. "Okay, so what do we have to do?" Rick asked.
"I hope you know what undercover means my friend." Ardeth said with a
smile. Rick gave him a smile and shook his head as Ardeth proceeded to
tell him the plan.
For the past two days the men had traveled all over Egypt to this place
and that only to wind up right where they started near Giza Port. Once
there Ardeth led them to a small church. It took Rick a moment to figure
out that the Priest at the front was actually his brother-in-law.
"Jonathan?" he asked. Jonathan looked up with shock at the familiar
voice; it had been over a year since he had seen him. "Rick?" he asked.
He walked towards him and the two men embraced. "So this is why you left?"
Rick asked. "Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but our lives were in
danger." Jonathan explained as he pointed to another priest. "So how is
Evie and Alex?" Rick took a deep breath, he hadn't wanted to think about
what was going on with his son, but Evie should be safe. "I was taken
away before I had the chance to leave with Evie for Savannah and Alex was
sent to come after you, but his plane was shot down somewhere over Italy."
Rick spilled. Jonathan's face fell; this certainly wasn't what he wanted.
The other priest, Ryan Stackhouse, came over to Rick, "I am sorry for all
of this." He told him. Rick looked up studying Ryan. He was tall about
as tall as he was. He had thick blonde hair and big blue eyes. Rick's
thoughts turned evil for a moment that he looked like the perfect model
for the Arian race, but realized that Ryan didn't ask for this anymore
than he had. "Well what are we going to do get out of this?" Rick asked.
It was then that Ryan and Jonathan smiled. "Well Father Richard, we are
going undercover." Rick looked at the two and realized that they were
serious. He turned to look at Ardeth who had a smile on his face as well.
"So this is the plan?" he directed towards Ardeth. "Yes, are you ready?"
he asked. "Anything to get my family back together." Rick answered.
"Good let us leave now, we need all the time we can get." Ardeth answered.
Alex's Story.
Alex was not two feet away from the house when he realized that there was
no way a convent was going to help him. He looked like a soldier and if
anyone in Italy took just one look at him he would be dead. He looked down
at Michael; "Well I guess we're going back until I can think of what to
do." They walked back in the house and Alex went in search of some
clothes and finding only a shirt it was enough for him to take off his
uniform shirt and place the dark blue wool one on. Thank goodness the
shirt was nice and warm or he might have frozen to death.
He had been walking a few miles when the last of the sun finally dipped
into the horizon leaving nothing but the dark and making him stumble his
way on a path. He was debating on what he should do when a loud vehicle
came rumbling down the road towards him. He would have gone for cover,
but there was no where for him to go, so he just kept walking. The vehicle
was riding on his heels and finally stopped just behind him. He didn't
want to stop, but heard a shout that he didn't understand, but he did
stop. "Skuzzy" the man said. It was one of the few words that Alex did
know, "Excuse". The man went on to ramble something in Italian and when
Alex kept the blank stare on his face the man realized he didn't
understand him. The man took a look of Alex's appearance and took a
chance, "Excuse me sir." Alex tried very hard to keep the recognition
of the words from his eyes, but the man saw them all the same.
"So you are English, no?" Alex didn't answer. He kept the terror from
racking his body, but it wouldn't be long before it would become prevalent
that he was English. "American?" the man asked. That wasn't much better.
"Look I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Father Landis. I was just
wondering if you need some help. I know about the plane crash, and I was
hoping I could be of some help." The relief in Alex's demeanor was too
much to hide. "What is your name?" the Father asked. "Alex." He
answered. "Ah, yes, Alexander the Great, do you study History?" "Yes,
I do." Alex answered wondering where the priest was going with this.
"Then what are you doing here Alex?" he asked. Alex couldn't answer that.
Even if Father Landis was telling the truth he had been told not to and he
would not. "I beg pardon, I forgot, you don't tell no?" Alex shook his
head no. "Very well you look tired and your companion looks hungry.
Please come with me and I will take you to my church." He said. Alex
thought about it for a moment. He had to have faith and so he took a deep
breath and followed the Father to the vehicle.
Evie's Story
1999 Willow Rd
Savannah, Georgia
Evie stood in front of the beautiful house in awe. It was amazing. Five
huge white columns stood from the ground up to support a very ornate roof.
There was a wrap around porch on the second floor and windows that covered
the front. French doors stood up atop of stairs leading into the house.
It looked like what Evie had always pictured, as Southern antebellum
mansions would look like when she read Gone With the Wind. She wasn't sure
how Alex had secured this home, but it was just beautiful. Still it was
marred by the fact that her family wasn't with her. She just couldn't
believe any of this.
It was then that front door opened and a woman walked down the stairs. She
was tall, with red hair and beautiful green eyes and a very warm smile.
"Mrs. O'Connell?" she asked. "Yes, and you are?" Evie asked. The woman
smiled again, "I am the housekeeper, Emma Scott." She said reaching her
hand out to shake Evie's. "Scott?" she asked. The woman smiled, "I'm
guessing you have met my husband Gabriel." She said. "Yes I have, but I
thought that Lt. Scott was from England." "Oh he is, I was over there
before the war started and one thing led to another and I came back here in
1938. He will come here when the war is over." Emma told her, "Now, why
don't we come in and I can give you the grand tour of the place." Emma
went to the car, which Evie had completely forgotten about, and got Evie's
bags. Evie took the rest of them and the two women walked up the path and
then up the stairs to the door. "Welcome to your new home Mrs. O'Connell."
Emma said and then led her through a beautiful entryway.
After the tour Emma took Evie to where her and Rick's bedroom would be and
let her rest. She told her dinner would be served at six and she would
introduce her tomorrow to the rest of the servants. Evie was tired,
scared, and in pain. She missed her husband, and it was getting worse
every day. She knew what was going with her son, he was in the war and
although that worried her, she knew what he was doing. What she didn't
know was what her husband was doing and that worried her to no end. She
looked at the bed and broke down in tears. It was a complete replica of
their bed back at home. She sat down on the bed and cried herself to
sleep. It was only after the sun had disappeared that Evie woke up and
looked at the clock beside her and realized that it was nearing
six o'clock.
She got dressed and went downstairs. Good thing for her she had a
photographic memory or she might not have been able to find the dinning
room. Once there she saw it was lit with candles and a plate was sitting
waiting to be filled with food. It was then that Emma walked in from the
kitchen door, "Oh Mrs. O'Connell I was about to come up and get you. Are
you ready to eat?" she asked. "It's Evie please and yes I'm starved."
"Good I'll bring the food out for you." She said and disappeared back into
the kitchen. When she came she was caring a bowl of stew with bread. She
sat them in front of Evie and was about to leave when Evie stopped her,
"Would you mind staying with me?" she asked. Emma smiled at her, "I would
love to." She answered and got herself a bowl and came back to talk with
this woman that she had heard so much about.
***Author's Notes*** Okay, so how are you liking it so far? Well I can't
wait to finish it, because I have a great idea in my head, which is
actually the whole reason I wrote this story. Anyway as always all
disclaimers apply. Please review! Thanx to all!
Rick's Story:
He groaned when he woke up. The feeling of a hangover was all consuming.
He didn't remember getting drunk. In fact he couldn't remember anything.
He opened his eyes and looked around. Not much, a little wooden table with
a white sheet of paper on it, and a chair that looked as if it had seen
better days next to it. He felt the soft cotton beneath him and was
thanking his lucky stars that he wasn't on the ground. He heard a noise
and jumped when the door to his room opened. "Good morning my friend."
Rick couldn't believe his eyes, "Ardeth Bay?" he asked, "What am I doing
here?" "You don't remember?" Ardeth asked. "I was asking my friend Bill
about Jonathan when he took me to a room and that is all I remember." "Yes
your friend Bill brought you to us."
Ardeth walked more into the room setting down a glass of water for his
friend. "Thank-you." Rick said as he took the glass and gladly drank from
it. "Okay so why did Bill drug me and bring me to you?" he asked. "Bill
was afraid that you were one of them and was warned against letting anyone
near Jonathan and Ryan. However, he knew that we knew you and therefore
felt it was okay to bring you hear to one of the safe houses." Ardeth
explained as he moved the chair out to sit in it. "So Jonathan and Ryan
are here?" "Yes, but they are in great danger. With the Germans marching
here it is dangerous for them to even be seen."
"I know, Ardeth you are going to have to help me. Evie had to go on to
Savannah without me and they told me my son was shot down in enemy
territory. I have to get Ryan back to England in order to save Alex."
"I understand my friend. We were already headed to get Ryan back, but
with you here we might be able to hurry the process up. I have an old
friend in Italy who can get us passage to the US and from there we can get
Ryan to England." Ardeth told him. Rick sat up on the bed and though over
all the new developments. "Okay, so what do we have to do?" Rick asked.
"I hope you know what undercover means my friend." Ardeth said with a
smile. Rick gave him a smile and shook his head as Ardeth proceeded to
tell him the plan.
For the past two days the men had traveled all over Egypt to this place
and that only to wind up right where they started near Giza Port. Once
there Ardeth led them to a small church. It took Rick a moment to figure
out that the Priest at the front was actually his brother-in-law.
"Jonathan?" he asked. Jonathan looked up with shock at the familiar
voice; it had been over a year since he had seen him. "Rick?" he asked.
He walked towards him and the two men embraced. "So this is why you left?"
Rick asked. "Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but our lives were in
danger." Jonathan explained as he pointed to another priest. "So how is
Evie and Alex?" Rick took a deep breath, he hadn't wanted to think about
what was going on with his son, but Evie should be safe. "I was taken
away before I had the chance to leave with Evie for Savannah and Alex was
sent to come after you, but his plane was shot down somewhere over Italy."
Rick spilled. Jonathan's face fell; this certainly wasn't what he wanted.
The other priest, Ryan Stackhouse, came over to Rick, "I am sorry for all
of this." He told him. Rick looked up studying Ryan. He was tall about
as tall as he was. He had thick blonde hair and big blue eyes. Rick's
thoughts turned evil for a moment that he looked like the perfect model
for the Arian race, but realized that Ryan didn't ask for this anymore
than he had. "Well what are we going to do get out of this?" Rick asked.
It was then that Ryan and Jonathan smiled. "Well Father Richard, we are
going undercover." Rick looked at the two and realized that they were
serious. He turned to look at Ardeth who had a smile on his face as well.
"So this is the plan?" he directed towards Ardeth. "Yes, are you ready?"
he asked. "Anything to get my family back together." Rick answered.
"Good let us leave now, we need all the time we can get." Ardeth answered.
Alex's Story.
Alex was not two feet away from the house when he realized that there was
no way a convent was going to help him. He looked like a soldier and if
anyone in Italy took just one look at him he would be dead. He looked down
at Michael; "Well I guess we're going back until I can think of what to
do." They walked back in the house and Alex went in search of some
clothes and finding only a shirt it was enough for him to take off his
uniform shirt and place the dark blue wool one on. Thank goodness the
shirt was nice and warm or he might have frozen to death.
He had been walking a few miles when the last of the sun finally dipped
into the horizon leaving nothing but the dark and making him stumble his
way on a path. He was debating on what he should do when a loud vehicle
came rumbling down the road towards him. He would have gone for cover,
but there was no where for him to go, so he just kept walking. The vehicle
was riding on his heels and finally stopped just behind him. He didn't
want to stop, but heard a shout that he didn't understand, but he did
stop. "Skuzzy" the man said. It was one of the few words that Alex did
know, "Excuse". The man went on to ramble something in Italian and when
Alex kept the blank stare on his face the man realized he didn't
understand him. The man took a look of Alex's appearance and took a
chance, "Excuse me sir." Alex tried very hard to keep the recognition
of the words from his eyes, but the man saw them all the same.
"So you are English, no?" Alex didn't answer. He kept the terror from
racking his body, but it wouldn't be long before it would become prevalent
that he was English. "American?" the man asked. That wasn't much better.
"Look I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Father Landis. I was just
wondering if you need some help. I know about the plane crash, and I was
hoping I could be of some help." The relief in Alex's demeanor was too
much to hide. "What is your name?" the Father asked. "Alex." He
answered. "Ah, yes, Alexander the Great, do you study History?" "Yes,
I do." Alex answered wondering where the priest was going with this.
"Then what are you doing here Alex?" he asked. Alex couldn't answer that.
Even if Father Landis was telling the truth he had been told not to and he
would not. "I beg pardon, I forgot, you don't tell no?" Alex shook his
head no. "Very well you look tired and your companion looks hungry.
Please come with me and I will take you to my church." He said. Alex
thought about it for a moment. He had to have faith and so he took a deep
breath and followed the Father to the vehicle.
Evie's Story
1999 Willow Rd
Savannah, Georgia
Evie stood in front of the beautiful house in awe. It was amazing. Five
huge white columns stood from the ground up to support a very ornate roof.
There was a wrap around porch on the second floor and windows that covered
the front. French doors stood up atop of stairs leading into the house.
It looked like what Evie had always pictured, as Southern antebellum
mansions would look like when she read Gone With the Wind. She wasn't sure
how Alex had secured this home, but it was just beautiful. Still it was
marred by the fact that her family wasn't with her. She just couldn't
believe any of this.
It was then that front door opened and a woman walked down the stairs. She
was tall, with red hair and beautiful green eyes and a very warm smile.
"Mrs. O'Connell?" she asked. "Yes, and you are?" Evie asked. The woman
smiled again, "I am the housekeeper, Emma Scott." She said reaching her
hand out to shake Evie's. "Scott?" she asked. The woman smiled, "I'm
guessing you have met my husband Gabriel." She said. "Yes I have, but I
thought that Lt. Scott was from England." "Oh he is, I was over there
before the war started and one thing led to another and I came back here in
1938. He will come here when the war is over." Emma told her, "Now, why
don't we come in and I can give you the grand tour of the place." Emma
went to the car, which Evie had completely forgotten about, and got Evie's
bags. Evie took the rest of them and the two women walked up the path and
then up the stairs to the door. "Welcome to your new home Mrs. O'Connell."
Emma said and then led her through a beautiful entryway.
After the tour Emma took Evie to where her and Rick's bedroom would be and
let her rest. She told her dinner would be served at six and she would
introduce her tomorrow to the rest of the servants. Evie was tired,
scared, and in pain. She missed her husband, and it was getting worse
every day. She knew what was going with her son, he was in the war and
although that worried her, she knew what he was doing. What she didn't
know was what her husband was doing and that worried her to no end. She
looked at the bed and broke down in tears. It was a complete replica of
their bed back at home. She sat down on the bed and cried herself to
sleep. It was only after the sun had disappeared that Evie woke up and
looked at the clock beside her and realized that it was nearing
six o'clock.
She got dressed and went downstairs. Good thing for her she had a
photographic memory or she might not have been able to find the dinning
room. Once there she saw it was lit with candles and a plate was sitting
waiting to be filled with food. It was then that Emma walked in from the
kitchen door, "Oh Mrs. O'Connell I was about to come up and get you. Are
you ready to eat?" she asked. "It's Evie please and yes I'm starved."
"Good I'll bring the food out for you." She said and disappeared back into
the kitchen. When she came she was caring a bowl of stew with bread. She
sat them in front of Evie and was about to leave when Evie stopped her,
"Would you mind staying with me?" she asked. Emma smiled at her, "I would
love to." She answered and got herself a bowl and came back to talk with
this woman that she had heard so much about.
***Author's Notes*** Okay, so how are you liking it so far? Well I can't
wait to finish it, because I have a great idea in my head, which is
actually the whole reason I wrote this story. Anyway as always all
disclaimers apply. Please review! Thanx to all!