Chapter 14
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Chapter 14
Adam reviewed the plan. It made sense, infiltrate and cause escape. Getting in would not be a problem, Adam knew the clearances, knew the routes in, and knew where the cell was where he thought Lexa was being held.
Emma sat up for a moment and looked at Adam. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and she was fighting to find the right words to describe what was going on inside her head.
"Adam," she said softly, "I found Lexa."
"Great," Adam was excited but distant, coming up close to her, "Can you describe where she is?"
"A very dark room at the end of a hall," Emma said, her eyes and voice going unfocused, "She knows I'm there, but, she can't do anything with her powers, she's subdermaled as well. She's alone. I can feel that Jesse was here."
"Brightly lit hallway?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, the hallway to the room was very bright, almost blinding," Emma looked at him, "That mean something?"
"Sure does, great work Emma, stay with her as long as you can," Adam said, getting up and heading over to where Shalimar and Brennan stared at the video screens, "Lexa is in a cell at the end of the medical labs, I'm sure of it. They dimmed the lights so she wouldn't know where she was. The place is pretty desolate."
He pointed to a long hallway on the map.
"Now, what this does mean is that if she is there, Jesse is more than likely on the same floor," Adam continued, "The Creator has a surgical suite on that level, it's in the old farmhouse on the property."
"That's all well and good, Adam," Brennan started, "But, we don't know Jesse's condition...."
"He's drugged up pretty well," Emma interrupted from her spot on the couch, "I can tell you that. He's in no pain. Lexa's rather pissed."
"So am I," Shalimar said, "Adam, how are we going to get there? You said it's Amish Country. I am ready to go in on horseback if necessary, but, we need a faster way of getting in there."
"The Creator put a helipad on property, but, he only runs it once a week due to the city ordinances," Adam continued, "I have a way to get us in there, and I think it's about time you saw it."
He pushed several buttons and lights that were once dim in the warehouse lit, exposing a sleek, black, aircraft. Brennan stopped and stared. It was a beautiful sight. It didn't look like the Double Helix, it was a smaller and faster looking craft. Brennan felt the old urge to run into it and take off.
"You have a name for it?" Shalimar asked.
"I was thinking Reunion," Adam said, "I am not a fan of double helix two, but I really don't have a name yet."
"I'll find one," Brennan smiled, "Does it have stealth?"
"Yes, and a radar jamming system," Adam added, walking them toward it, "Consider it an upgrade to the Helix, since everything I could upgrade, I did."
"Okay, so let's do this, they need us," Brennan said, "And I 'm not waiting anymore to get them."
Shalimar took Brennan's hand. He looked at her, a little shocked at the show of emotion. She was controlled but an anger burned in her eyes.
"We get them now," she said, "and god help anyone who stands in the way."
Standing in their way would not be a problem for Jesse or Lexa. Lexa wanted out of that cell more than anything in the world. There was nothing she could do except think. The dreams of the child that should have been were replaced with the nightmares of what she did with the Dominion. She hated that part of herself and only let it show when she felt she had no chance of living. She had gotten the images of the calvary from Emma, which her presence had given her some hope, the images in her mind sometimes being non-reliable, so her anger at them was enough to push the image of Emma out of her head. She needed to live in her own nightmare. She hated putting herself in this situation. If she only hadn't answered the call from Shalimar, she would be doing the bodyguard work in LA that she loved. She tried to sleep. If her body rested, maybe her mind would kick in as well.
Jesse on the other hand, was out of it. He was grateful to be out, due to the pain in his shoulder and the knowledge that he had as he faded out of consciousness that he was in a stasis pod. It took every ounce of self control hold back the claustrophobic nightmares that he had since the days he was in one in Genomax. He let himself drift, letting his body heal but at the same time letting his mind search for Emma. Living with her in the past three years he had learned to clear his mind, the yoga that helped body and mind work together had become a routine and an asset. He had done taichai in Sanctuary, but Emma had taken it deeper for him. He was very aware of everything around him and wished at that moment that he had the ability to send a message, some sort of message out to Emma.
In his first days living with her they had worked out ways for him to control his emotions so that she could live without fear of letting her shields down around him. He had gotten very good at it and it brought an aspect into their relationship that she loved him for. She had taught him everything she could about her own abilities, while he in turn taught her even more self-defense. They had a bond, and he knew that this situation was sending her over the edge. If she tried too hard to reach him, she could very well go insane. Since he wasn't needing to concentrate to get himself out of his situation, he could use those resources to find and help her.
He started with the meadow. It was a meadow he used to run through as a child and he remembered it one day when Emma asked when he felt the most safe. It was a perpetual safe place in his soul and he knew that she would focus on that location. Combined focus would more than likely put them on the same track.
In his minds eye, he was on his back, long flowing white shirt and jeans on, his feet bare, his shoes on the blanket next to him. He would lie there and wait for her, she had her own way of getting to him. Problem was, he wasn't alone. A small child sat on the blanket across from him. He rolled over on his side and looked at the child.
"Can I help you?" he asked, staring into the light honey eyes.
"Maybe," the child replied, his voice singsong, and Jesse realized that he wasn't speaking, his voice was in Jesse's mind, "If you can help me find you."
"Me, you found me," Jesse replied, "Why did you want to find me?"
"So you can get me out of here," the child said, "I'm not supposed to be here."
"Okay, I will get you out of here, but what's your name?" Jesse asked, noticing the child's features change.
"What's a name?" the child asked.
Jesse smiled.
"It's what people call you," Jesse replied, "My name is Jesse."
"Jesse," the child repeated, "Name."
Jesse nodded.
"Now, where are you so I can get you out of here?" Jesse asked, "I want to help you."
"I'm next to you," the child replied, "You are in a box you know."
He means the pod, Jesse thought to himself. The thought that this child was in a pod next to his sickened him.
"I know, but I know that I am going to get out of it," Jesse replied, taking a second to control the anger he had that this child was in a box as well, "You talk to people near you this way?"
"I'm not supposed to, but I am so bored," the child said, a smile growing on his face, "You bored too?"
"Yep," Jesse replied, wanting to know how powerful this kid actually was, "You see anyone else here? Anyone your size?"
"Just two ladies," he said, singsong, "They want to know where you are."
"Really?" Jesse asked, "Can you take me to them?"
"No," the child replied, "Grandpa is coming for you."
The child vanished and Jesse felt the return of fire to his spinal cord. He knew that he would be conscious again in seconds. He opened his eyes to the murky view of the pod.
"Nice to see you awake, Mr. Kilmartin," the man who looked like an older version of Adam said, "You might remember me, I'm the Creator."
Jesse nodded. Talking wasn't going to help with the pain. It hurt to even breathe.
"I wanted you to know that your fever will come down soon, and I have repaired the damage to your shoulder, you should heal very quickly, but I am monitoring my success with a change to your structure, you should feel the effects from that soon, so, go back to sleep," the Creator looked at Jesse with a look that Jesse remembered Adam giving him when he was sick, "We'll know the results of this experiment in the morning. If you live that long."
Jesse wanted to shudder with horror, but he felt the urge to run back to the meadow. He closed his eyes and let the oblivion take him.