Major Murphy looked down at the letter in his hand and smiled. It was post-
marked four days ago and had been sent from Fort McMurray.
*Stupid kid*
It was the Munroe girl, the cameras had confirmed it. He picked up the phone and pressed speed dial.
"Fredrickson, deploy the team to get the girl, yes give them weapons, I don't want her brought back alive for Christ's sake."
Murphy wasn't taking any chances, and either was his employer, that's why he'd assembled a mixed crew of humans and mutants.
They both knew the price if they failed.
...........
It was about a week after she had posted the letter, and as they pulled into a truck stop Indiana breathed a sigh of relief. They'd been riding since nine that morning and it was nearing twelve. As they sat down to a quick bite Logan raised the paper he had just brought and started reading. Indiana gave the front page a curious glance
//^Teens Die In Suicide Pact.^//
In a flash of Sight Indiana saw Birony and Sylvia lying stretched out on metal tables. Quickly she snatched the front page and started reading, blind to Logan's annoyed glance.
//^Best friends Birony James and Silvya Tao died yesterday in what has now been deemed a suicide pact. The girls, who jumped to their deaths, were long time friends of Indiana Chicago Munroe, the only survivor of the horrific thirty car pile up that caused the deaths of---^//
Shoving her chair back so fast that it tipped Indiana ran to the rest rooms before she threw up.
......
Logan was mildly annoyed whet Indiana snatched the front page of the paper out of his hands, but that annoyance turned to alarm when he saw her face drain of blood and her hands start to shake. He was really concerned when tears started running down her cheeks. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong Indiana ran to the rest rooms. The muted sounds of spirited vomiting drifted out. Logan waited until after the sounds faded before asking a waitress to go and check on her.
"Ain't no one in there, Sir." She said.
Without answering Logan ran outside. He was just in time to see Indiana disappear around the back of the truck stop; instead of calling out he followed her. He heard the sounds of breaking glass before he got there.
............
Indiana contemplated her burning, stinging palm and decided it was worth it to keep Logan safe. She had no doubts that the men who had killed the bum had also killed her friends. Strangely enough, the lost of her friends did not make her feel sad, no, right now all she felt was a burning anger, a need for revenge. And the best way she could do that was to get to New York with the disk.
Alone.
She had no doubts that Bi and Sil's killers would catch u with her, and when they did she wanted to be alone. Indiana didn't need the weight of any more deaths on her soul.
"What the hell do you think you're doing kid?"
Indiana turned in shock, raising her hand she threw it palm out towards Logan. Indiana looked at her upraised hand in shock. With a shiver of fear she purposely brought it down and placed it behind her back, clenching her hand into a fist.
"I said I'd give you a ride, and I meant it. Don't you trust me or something?"
Wincing Indiana took the pad out of her back pocket and, ignoring the blood that soaked the paper she started to write
/When we pulled into Fort McMurray I sent a letter to some friends of mine telling them how I was and where I was. According to the front page of today's news they just killed themselves. My friends would never have done that. So that means the guys who are after me did it. It was nice of you to offer the lift Logan, but I don't want any more blood on my hands. They're dirty enough as it is./
"What do you mean? Who's after you?"
/You got an hour?/
Logan felt a strange kind of kin ship for her then, and he smiled when he answered the written question that said more about this strange girl, no, woman then words could ever possibly show.
"Kid, for you I've got all the time in the world."
.......
They sat back down in their original booth and Indiana started to write.
/Three days ago a disk came into my possession, I won't tell you what's on it, so you won't be forced to tell anyone else. What I will tell you is that I must get it to West Chester. Soon. /
"What about the guys who are after you?"
/The first I knew that they were after the disc was about a minuet after it came into my hands. The guy that gave it to me was shot less then 3m's from where I was hiding. They must have been watching my friends, because/
Logan watched as tears started leaking out of Indiana's eyes. Silently he put an arm around her shoulder. She turned and buried her head in the neck of the man that was more important to her now, then any other person on the planet.
*Stupid kid*
It was the Munroe girl, the cameras had confirmed it. He picked up the phone and pressed speed dial.
"Fredrickson, deploy the team to get the girl, yes give them weapons, I don't want her brought back alive for Christ's sake."
Murphy wasn't taking any chances, and either was his employer, that's why he'd assembled a mixed crew of humans and mutants.
They both knew the price if they failed.
...........
It was about a week after she had posted the letter, and as they pulled into a truck stop Indiana breathed a sigh of relief. They'd been riding since nine that morning and it was nearing twelve. As they sat down to a quick bite Logan raised the paper he had just brought and started reading. Indiana gave the front page a curious glance
//^Teens Die In Suicide Pact.^//
In a flash of Sight Indiana saw Birony and Sylvia lying stretched out on metal tables. Quickly she snatched the front page and started reading, blind to Logan's annoyed glance.
//^Best friends Birony James and Silvya Tao died yesterday in what has now been deemed a suicide pact. The girls, who jumped to their deaths, were long time friends of Indiana Chicago Munroe, the only survivor of the horrific thirty car pile up that caused the deaths of---^//
Shoving her chair back so fast that it tipped Indiana ran to the rest rooms before she threw up.
......
Logan was mildly annoyed whet Indiana snatched the front page of the paper out of his hands, but that annoyance turned to alarm when he saw her face drain of blood and her hands start to shake. He was really concerned when tears started running down her cheeks. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong Indiana ran to the rest rooms. The muted sounds of spirited vomiting drifted out. Logan waited until after the sounds faded before asking a waitress to go and check on her.
"Ain't no one in there, Sir." She said.
Without answering Logan ran outside. He was just in time to see Indiana disappear around the back of the truck stop; instead of calling out he followed her. He heard the sounds of breaking glass before he got there.
............
Indiana contemplated her burning, stinging palm and decided it was worth it to keep Logan safe. She had no doubts that the men who had killed the bum had also killed her friends. Strangely enough, the lost of her friends did not make her feel sad, no, right now all she felt was a burning anger, a need for revenge. And the best way she could do that was to get to New York with the disk.
Alone.
She had no doubts that Bi and Sil's killers would catch u with her, and when they did she wanted to be alone. Indiana didn't need the weight of any more deaths on her soul.
"What the hell do you think you're doing kid?"
Indiana turned in shock, raising her hand she threw it palm out towards Logan. Indiana looked at her upraised hand in shock. With a shiver of fear she purposely brought it down and placed it behind her back, clenching her hand into a fist.
"I said I'd give you a ride, and I meant it. Don't you trust me or something?"
Wincing Indiana took the pad out of her back pocket and, ignoring the blood that soaked the paper she started to write
/When we pulled into Fort McMurray I sent a letter to some friends of mine telling them how I was and where I was. According to the front page of today's news they just killed themselves. My friends would never have done that. So that means the guys who are after me did it. It was nice of you to offer the lift Logan, but I don't want any more blood on my hands. They're dirty enough as it is./
"What do you mean? Who's after you?"
/You got an hour?/
Logan felt a strange kind of kin ship for her then, and he smiled when he answered the written question that said more about this strange girl, no, woman then words could ever possibly show.
"Kid, for you I've got all the time in the world."
.......
They sat back down in their original booth and Indiana started to write.
/Three days ago a disk came into my possession, I won't tell you what's on it, so you won't be forced to tell anyone else. What I will tell you is that I must get it to West Chester. Soon. /
"What about the guys who are after you?"
/The first I knew that they were after the disc was about a minuet after it came into my hands. The guy that gave it to me was shot less then 3m's from where I was hiding. They must have been watching my friends, because/
Logan watched as tears started leaking out of Indiana's eyes. Silently he put an arm around her shoulder. She turned and buried her head in the neck of the man that was more important to her now, then any other person on the planet.