CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carl and Ed sent a message to the motel telling the others they infiltrated the 'Military' The survivalists welcomed them like brothers although most of the men were a little cautious. It appeared that anyone joining them was on close watch until he had passed the test of loyalty which must have been killing a Dominant child or some such task. .
To further their cover, Attwood arranged to be made up as Ed's father, and rambled into the area causing Ed feign embarrassment and take him back to the motel where Walter was able to give him a code to use for their contact. Ed slipped it in his pocket, and went outside to the others of the Limo Lady's group, apologizing for the embarrassment. Once out of their site, he slipped the code to Captain who took a rather quick look at it, too quick according to Ed. He was beginning to wonder about the older man.
Carl, being the more experienced, joined the unit guarding Tom. No one believed his story about the Vietnamese kids having bombs, by the way. They figured he was just as hateful as them. At first the Navy Officer thought these were the typical "we hate everyone except us pure Anglo Saxon" types, but he noticed that the group contained one Native American (a Navaho), a Japanese American, two Chinese, and two African Americans, one that could pass for white, and the other, the type you would be unable to see in a dark night. The main unit, however, were mainly white ranging from blonde Scandinavians to dark haired Italians and Mexicans of pure Castilian blood. If someone wanted to make a movie about diversified bad men, he would have a hard time here.
The Captain sent messages to Ed, telling him where they kept Tom, the methods used to secure him, and even the torture and experiments which did not include dismembering the Dominant.
A week later, Carl gave him the final message in code. They had to get Tom out now. Her boss had grown tired of her superior telling her to keep the Dominant alive. In the next day or two, they would kill the Chosen and make sure no one would find the body.
"You're not coming for fried chicken?" Ed asked.
"Nah, gotta make sure our guest doesn't leave, "said Carl, taking out his M16 and twirling around. "Still good after all these years, don't you think. Someone's gonna get hurt."
Jake called one of the men over. "Our new member's having trouble with his old man. Legs, you go with him."
As Ed and Legs drove off, the doctor asked, "Look, I know I aint got the experience that you had, but when am I gonna get a chance at that bastard you've got down below?"
"Boss's orders. Don't want him dead, yet. Look I've been here four months and I aint allowed in there."
"Yes but Torch," said Ed sticking his arm out the window of the truck and flicking the ashes from his cigarette. .
"Torch's different. He's been through the wringer. You're just a kid."
They drove on in silence until they reached the motel.
So far Ed had not been allowed at the place where they guarded Tom, but Carl told him of a rumor that Tom had tried to awaken during an experiment. He gave the message to Walter. "You like goose don't you, dad?" he asked Attwood.
The older man pretended to take a gun. "Whose that with you. Don't come near you dirty Commie." He then broke into a song popular in the nineteen sixties. He was not that good.
"Goose, dad. Remember back home? Mom cutting up the bird?"
"Mother bird. Cranberry sauce. None here. You're a good boy. What's your name?" He gave a perfect imitation of someone with forgetfulness.
"Larry, remember?"
"I had a baby boy called Larry. Had dark hair just like you. Cut up goose."
The other man did not see Attwood's smile, but Ed did. Walter had gotten the message.
The doctor drove back to the camp with his colleague, noting where a certain bush struggled against the dry earth, the remnants of an old Indian burial ground, the distance from the motel to where they held Tom and where he had placed his markers.
"The boss says we won't have that animal for long," said the colleague.
"Yeah sure and I never got to see him."
When they arrived, 'Torch' came to the truck, his hand over his right eye. "Quick I gotta get into town." With his left hand, he pointed to the snarling dog tied to a chain. "Just tried to pet him."
"Well you know what it's like with Pitbulls. Real killers. Trouble I don't know the land around here either."
"Larry does."
"Oh you do Larry? Never seen you about."
"Been embarrassed 'cause of the old man. Look if you don't trust us, you drive. I'll give you directions, won't ya Larry?
"Sure I will," said 'Larry'.
Half way towards the hospital, they stopped for a coffee. Legs said he had to go to the washroom. 'Torch' agreed to look after his things, and Legs thought nothing of it. After all, in the short time they were together, there was no reason for mistrust.
Carl grabbed the key, and took the battery out of the cell phone in Leg's jacket. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"Yes. They contact each other that way using a prepaid number which only works on this brand. He'll have quite a walk back to the compound and you can say that you had to drive me to the hospital, I got an infection." He waited until Ed got in the car. "By the way, you'd better fasten your seat belt. I'm going to break the speed limit," and he did.
Carl and Ed sent a message to the motel telling the others they infiltrated the 'Military' The survivalists welcomed them like brothers although most of the men were a little cautious. It appeared that anyone joining them was on close watch until he had passed the test of loyalty which must have been killing a Dominant child or some such task. .
To further their cover, Attwood arranged to be made up as Ed's father, and rambled into the area causing Ed feign embarrassment and take him back to the motel where Walter was able to give him a code to use for their contact. Ed slipped it in his pocket, and went outside to the others of the Limo Lady's group, apologizing for the embarrassment. Once out of their site, he slipped the code to Captain who took a rather quick look at it, too quick according to Ed. He was beginning to wonder about the older man.
Carl, being the more experienced, joined the unit guarding Tom. No one believed his story about the Vietnamese kids having bombs, by the way. They figured he was just as hateful as them. At first the Navy Officer thought these were the typical "we hate everyone except us pure Anglo Saxon" types, but he noticed that the group contained one Native American (a Navaho), a Japanese American, two Chinese, and two African Americans, one that could pass for white, and the other, the type you would be unable to see in a dark night. The main unit, however, were mainly white ranging from blonde Scandinavians to dark haired Italians and Mexicans of pure Castilian blood. If someone wanted to make a movie about diversified bad men, he would have a hard time here.
The Captain sent messages to Ed, telling him where they kept Tom, the methods used to secure him, and even the torture and experiments which did not include dismembering the Dominant.
A week later, Carl gave him the final message in code. They had to get Tom out now. Her boss had grown tired of her superior telling her to keep the Dominant alive. In the next day or two, they would kill the Chosen and make sure no one would find the body.
"You're not coming for fried chicken?" Ed asked.
"Nah, gotta make sure our guest doesn't leave, "said Carl, taking out his M16 and twirling around. "Still good after all these years, don't you think. Someone's gonna get hurt."
Jake called one of the men over. "Our new member's having trouble with his old man. Legs, you go with him."
As Ed and Legs drove off, the doctor asked, "Look, I know I aint got the experience that you had, but when am I gonna get a chance at that bastard you've got down below?"
"Boss's orders. Don't want him dead, yet. Look I've been here four months and I aint allowed in there."
"Yes but Torch," said Ed sticking his arm out the window of the truck and flicking the ashes from his cigarette. .
"Torch's different. He's been through the wringer. You're just a kid."
They drove on in silence until they reached the motel.
So far Ed had not been allowed at the place where they guarded Tom, but Carl told him of a rumor that Tom had tried to awaken during an experiment. He gave the message to Walter. "You like goose don't you, dad?" he asked Attwood.
The older man pretended to take a gun. "Whose that with you. Don't come near you dirty Commie." He then broke into a song popular in the nineteen sixties. He was not that good.
"Goose, dad. Remember back home? Mom cutting up the bird?"
"Mother bird. Cranberry sauce. None here. You're a good boy. What's your name?" He gave a perfect imitation of someone with forgetfulness.
"Larry, remember?"
"I had a baby boy called Larry. Had dark hair just like you. Cut up goose."
The other man did not see Attwood's smile, but Ed did. Walter had gotten the message.
The doctor drove back to the camp with his colleague, noting where a certain bush struggled against the dry earth, the remnants of an old Indian burial ground, the distance from the motel to where they held Tom and where he had placed his markers.
"The boss says we won't have that animal for long," said the colleague.
"Yeah sure and I never got to see him."
When they arrived, 'Torch' came to the truck, his hand over his right eye. "Quick I gotta get into town." With his left hand, he pointed to the snarling dog tied to a chain. "Just tried to pet him."
"Well you know what it's like with Pitbulls. Real killers. Trouble I don't know the land around here either."
"Larry does."
"Oh you do Larry? Never seen you about."
"Been embarrassed 'cause of the old man. Look if you don't trust us, you drive. I'll give you directions, won't ya Larry?
"Sure I will," said 'Larry'.
Half way towards the hospital, they stopped for a coffee. Legs said he had to go to the washroom. 'Torch' agreed to look after his things, and Legs thought nothing of it. After all, in the short time they were together, there was no reason for mistrust.
Carl grabbed the key, and took the battery out of the cell phone in Leg's jacket. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"Yes. They contact each other that way using a prepaid number which only works on this brand. He'll have quite a walk back to the compound and you can say that you had to drive me to the hospital, I got an infection." He waited until Ed got in the car. "By the way, you'd better fasten your seat belt. I'm going to break the speed limit," and he did.