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Do Not Send Us Astray

Chapter 7-Bang, Bang Your Dead

Jason is took upstairs to the room. He is sure he is about to be killed. There but for the grace of God.

If he ever got out of this alive…and that was a big if when one thought about it, then Jason was sure that he was going to be grounded well into his fifties. Knowing his parents they would put provisions in their will to make sure that their final wishes were carried out.

He didn't know what it was about such a thought that made him smile but it did.

He didn't know what on Earth had made him go after the guy with the gun, the very large guy with the very large machine gun who had proven already that he was unrepentant when it came to using it but he had done so. He didn't know why, years later when he would look back at this he wouldn't know why then either. All he knew was that the gun had been pointing at his Dad and it had been him getting killed or Jason and Jason couldn't…never, ever wanted to so much as think of what life without his Dad would be like never mind experiencing it. His Dad was not going to be the one shot for Jason's stupidity.

And so he had lunged for the gun and his Dad had lunged for him and there had been some kind of fight and he had been dragged upstairs and all of that had happened in such quick succession that it was almost impossible for him to remember what had happened. All he knew was that his Dad was screaming for him and he had been dragged backwards through the door and thrown hard onto the floor face down his cheek hitting the hardwood floor and then the door had slammed shut.

Jason turned over on his back staring up at the bright lights of the room he had just been unceremoniously thrown into. He turned to see that the room was bright, what sounded like the football game playing as if it was a normal night in, as if Jason and his father had not been in the basement below in utter fear for their lives. The fuckers had even ordered in pizza and it was so bizarre that he didn't know whether to laugh until he sobbed or just…sob.

The bright lights were jarring after so long in the basement, in the ever pressing darkness that had been his home for what felt like years but was probably in affect only hours and he turned to see the man with the gun stare at him. He placed down the heavy rifle on the floor and then pointing it directly at the hardwood floors he shot it.

Jason jumped backwards his hands over his mouth trying not to make a sound and yet unable to scrambling backwards his hands over the hardwood floors desperate to find a purchase that wasn't going to come and he staggered upright but the man stalked closer. Jason could see that his eyes were very blue and his hair very dark and he wouldn't have looed out of place at a PTA meeting. He could have been the parent of one of his classmates. He could have gone to his house…he looked…ordinary.

He reached out and with a whack to the face Jason was back down again. His head scrambled with the force of the blow and he could feel blood dripping from his nose and the cut on his cheek and he found that the oddest thought came to mind.

He really, really hoped that the fucker had not broken his nose.

Clearly Jason was having a panic induced stroke or something because there was no other explanation for how scattered his thoughts were. He should be finding ways to stay alive and yet all he could care about was a broken nose and the dust motes that were flying around his head.

"Stay down kid. Get up again and I'm putting a bullet in your knee."

Jason nodded flipping back onto his back and shifting so he was half sitting up and looking at the man who apparently decided that, that was alright.

"Why are you doing this?"

He had no idea what had possessed him to answer such a question but he had asked it all the same and the man smiled as if he was amused, truly, truly amused by Jason's ignorance, though Jason couldn't think of a single thing about this situation that was funny.

"Go check outside, make sure the others have what they need" he said to the guy by the door who nodded and then disappeared. Jason calculated his chances and decided against it at once. Even if he could get to the door and get past the men outside he had no idea where he was or where to go and his Dad was probably dead and him too.

"I do this for cash kid" the man said quietly. "Those behind me, it's principle, me, cold hard cash"

"My mother pissed people off that much?"

For a second the man looked at him as if Jason had said something surprising.

"They don't tell you much kid do they?"

"Tell me about it" he muttered and he saw a flicker of a smile on the face of the other occupant in the room.

Scratch what he had said before this had got to be one of the weirdest conversations of his life. Here he was about to be killed and he was having a conversation with his would be killer and definite kidnapper about politics and morals and parenting.

"So Is it Iran? Russia? White supremacists?"

"Jesus kid what do you take me for?"

Jason only just managed to keep his sarcastic and probable life ending comment to himself.

Just.

"Nah…it's more…well…I don't know myself and I don't ask, orders are orders, your father was a solider, he should know what you do for your Commanding Officer, especially when your Commanding Officer offers you a boatload of cash and a one way ticket to France, and if not…then…well…dying's better than prison"

In any other situation Jason would challenge that premise. Right now he didn't dare argue. He thought he had already pushed this man's temper far enough and despite the way he had been acting he didn't want to die.

Not yet.

Not for a long time.

Certainly not before he had, had chance to live.

So he kept his mouth shut.

"Are you going to shoot me?" he asked and then as soon as he did ask that he found that he was utterly terrified of the answer. Fear gripped him and gripped him hard and he thought that he was going to be sick just thinking about it.

"I don't know. If I'm ordered too. I was planning on shooting the old man but I guess you'll do but there is time Jason McCord" the man said with a frightening degree of reasonable belief.

"There is time for your mother to do the right thing. I was told to give her an ultimatum and I was told to make sure she understood the consequences of refusing her. So I suppose I will have to shoot you if she doesn't walk out onto TV in the next ten minutes offer a full apology for the damage that she has caused to the American people and then offer her full resignation. That might get you out of this mess—it she offers to wave executive privilege then maybe your Daddy does too"

"Why are you doing this—why do you hate her so much? Why do they hate her so much?"

The man sighed flipping the channels leaning back on the couch and then sighing as if Jason was being both very irritating and very slow in not picking up on the obvious.

"Your mother…your mother started out well with good intentions, that thing with Iran…not bad, the shit in Cuba? Again not the worst thing to come out of international diplomacy…the constant pandering to the Chinese is I wont lie rather irritating but better the devil you know when it comes to the Chinese and I would much rather have a Secretary of State fucking Chen that I would the Russians if you get my drift. No…where the line is, is when she convinced Dalton to change his policy stances at home. When she offered to meddle in free and fair elections by having him declare himself as an independent, when she took billions of dollars away from hard working American's. Me, I don't care Jason because I get paid or I get dead and for a man like me those are two easy choices to accept but for men like them—"

Here he jerked his thumb at the door with a sly grin.

"For men like them what your mother did when she ripped up our bases overseas over climate change…well…that's nothing short of criminal"

Jason nodded. Personally he had never heard of so much bullshit in his life but he had learnt during this entire experience that it was perhaps not best to argue with the man with the gun. Instead she sat there watching the news. They weren't on it. Maybe that was planned, maybe that was as good thing he didn't know. He didn't know what this man or even what he himself would do if he turned and saw a picture of himself on the news.

"You've let my Dad think I was dead" he said slowly.

"You were the one who went for my gun kid not me" came the very board reply. "I was the one who had a plan. Not my fault you disrupted it. Truth me told you were never supposed to factor into this equation, it was always your Dad we were supposed to get but…eh…what can you. I was amazed at how easy it was. Mommy must not love you as much as your big sisters, they had security around them all the time, couldn't have gotten near them if I'd have tried."

Jason didn't know what to make of that, he felt like he should defend his mother but the truth was he couldn't. Because it wasn't like it was anything that he had ever heard before was it? It wasn't like he was surprised that Stevie and Alison had known what the threat was and he had not.

It was the story of his fucking life wasn't it?

He felt something flicker in his eye for a second and then it darted left and he sat up a bit leaning on the wall and for a second, the split second in which the man turned around to face the game he was able to see in the darkness the flicker of red that was what he thought that thing that usually followed a bullet. He stared at it for a second and then the lights went out and once again he was plunged into darkness and it was too much, too, too much.

"What the—"

But whatever was happening, whatever the nameless, faceless man was going to say next he never got a chance to say because Jason saw the shadow stand up, saw the red light raise a little higher and then with a terrible thwacking noise he heard the glass break and the shot ring out. Something warmed sprayed on his face and he swore dropping to the ground and covering his face, cowering in a little ball behind the stained couch and uncaring of the fact that he was supposed to be a man, he covered his face with his hands and sobbed as the door was kicked open.

Christ just let it be over he thought a little desperately, just let it be over, just shoot him please.

Dad. Dad. Dad.

"Alpha 1 this is Bravo 1 we have Baby Bird I repeat we have Baby Bird, doing search for other target now"

Someone was close to him pressing into him and Jason couldn't fight back even if he had tried and so he let big hands force him on his ass again and let his arms get pried from his side as he looked into the face of what had to be a SWAT guy straight from the movies.

Said SWAT guy ripped off his helmet and then smiled at Jason.

"Your good kid, we've got you, were getting your Dad. Were gonna get you back to your Mom."

For a moment Jason stared at him unable to comprehend what was going on and the man spoke again this time his voice calmer and kinder.

"Your safe kid, we got you, we've got your Dad. Your going home"

Jason heard him but didn't understand him.

His eyes rolled back in his head, his body went limp, his mind went blissfully blank and he fainted there and then on the floor.

Last thing he was pretty sure that he heard was his Dad screaming his name.

And there you go, I hope you enjoy.

Next Chapter-Henry's point of view of this chapter and what happens after. Sometimes it's hard to believe that everything works out.