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Lightning in a Bottle

Chapter 82: Deadhead, Pt 2

Emma and Ruby sped down the highway, as Killian directed them on the information he had received.

"We got a hit on the RV plates. They were spotted southbound on the highway…" Killian said.

"I love it when things line up like that. We are going northbound," Emma said.

"Thanks, Killian," she said.

"Actually, that's Lieutenant Killian," he joked.

"Yes, sir. Over and out," Emma said, as Ruby gave her a look and she shook her head.

"No. Uh-uh. Do not look at me like that," she said.

"I'm just enjoying things being back to normal. I didn't say anything. I was just appreciating some casual banter between two people who used to be engaged to be married," Ruby teased. Emma rolled her eyes and spotted an RV about to pass them.

"There. That might be them," Emma said, as she saw Jace in the window.

"Gotcha!" she said, as she had to swerve when the RV tried to shove them off the road. The brakes screeched, as she managed to turn them around.

"Look out!" Ruby called, as she swerved to avoid more oncoming traffic.

"You okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Ruby asked. She nodded.


"Come on, Jace. This is insane," Kory reasoned.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is insane. We fell through the ice and made it out alive. It was winter when we went in the lake and spring when we came out. We should be dead now. I think we were dead. And we came back to life or something," Jace said.

"Like that plane," Pete replied.

"Like that damn cop and the kid," Jace said.

"Look, why don't we just stop running?" Pete suggested.

"And give up? What happened to you?" Jace snapped.

"The same thing that happened to you. I mean, this is a miracle and you know it. And I don't think that we should be beating people up and firebombing the cops," Pete said.

"I don't give a rat's ass about any of those people," Jace growled.

"You used to be the guy that took care of everyone. You remember when you spent all the money from your after-school job to pay for the high-tops for me and Kory? We had

the best kicks on the block," Pete recalled. Jace smirked.

"I hadn't thought about that job in years," he mentioned.

"Hey, maybe that's why we came back. To do things differently," Pete said.

"Maybe you're right," Jace said.

"Hey, Kory, pull over, man. I'm gonna drive," he said, with an evil glint in his eyes.


David approached Vance's partner at the Travel Agency front and he looked surprised to see him.

"What the hell? We're supposed to have no contact for three weeks," the man said.

"Yeah, well, and Vance was supposed to come home with us," David said.

"Now, look, I've put together everything I can remember. If we fly back into here, I think…" David continued, but the other man cut him off.

"Cuba? You're not serious," he said.

"About saving Vance's life? Dead serious," David replied.

"Nolan…you're a math professor. I spent my life in military intelligence, and I can assure you, we ain't getting him out on our own no matter how many maps you draw," he said sternly.

"Well, I'm not gonna just give up on him," David argued.

"Yeah, you are. 'Cause we don't have the resources, and Vance doesn't want to involve the government. It's a direct order," he said.

"Yeah, they're already sniffing around. I had a house call this morning. And, no, of course I didn't say anything. There's got to be another way," David replied.

"If there is, he'll figure it out. You need to stand down," he said.

"So, how does this work? How do I take this ring to Vance's wife and tell her that he's not coming home and that I'm standing down?" David asked.

"I don't know. I'm just glad he asked you to do it, not me," he replied.


Olive parked at the school and they began to trek onto the campus. Angelina felt the memories

"There. That's it. Those wings...those are peacock feathers," Angelina said, as she pointed at the stained glass window on the building.

"We're definitely supposed to be here," Olive agreed.

"This is...what's been following me. Last time, it was holding up its hand, the one that's holding the scales," Angelina said.

"Do scales mean anything to you?" Olive asked. But she shook her head.

"Not really. I mean, Archangel Michael uses them to weigh your soul on Judgment Day to see if you're worthy," Angelina mentioned.

"Okay, so the figure in your calling, right, it doesn't have a face?" Olive questioned.

"Neither does the archangel," she mentioned, as she motioned to the faceless angel, which was actually due to a broken piece in the window itself.

"I was here when that happened. My class made time capsules, and when we were choosing where we each wanted to bury them, some kids were messing around and a rock

sailed right into the window," she added.

"You buried a time capsule right around here?" Olive asked. She nodded.

"I know exactly where mine would be, but there's not much in that box," Angelina replied.

"Okay, the callings, they led us here, right? And the figure was faceless. So it means they wanted you to remember that day. I think the calling is leading us to the box," Olive

said. Angelina walked a few paces ahead and then pointed to the ground.

"Right here," she said.


When Leopold answered the door to his new home, the last person he expected to see was his daughter and two of his grandchildren.

"Margaret…you're here…" he uttered.

"David and the girls will be following…it's a long story, but I can explain everything. We just need a place to lay low for a while. Henry could be in danger," she said. He

nodded.

"Of course…does this have anything to do with the plane?" Leopold asked.

"In a way…but it's more than that and everything I'm about to tell you is going to make you question my sanity," Margaret replied.

"No…the whole world saw that plane come back. I believe we are beyond any of that now," Leopold said, as she sat down with the baby and started to explain everything.


"That held up pretty well, considering. Let's see what's inside, though," Olive said, as Angelina opened her box once they had dug it up. She held a keychain and smiled.

"This is from our first trip to Costa Rica," she recalled.

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed, as she picked up a photo.

"King Kone. They used to take me there on special occasions," she said, referring to the ice cream shop in the background.

"Your parents?" Olive asked. She nodded.

"They were almost normal then. I had no idea what they'd do to me one day. How they'd…" she said, as she trailed off. Olive put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a

sympathetic gaze.

"You know, I keep trying to find the right thing to say...to tell you how sorry I am for...all that you've been through. But the only thing I can think of is, "That sucks." Olive

said. Angelina smiled and laughed a little.

"It does. It does suck. It's hard to believe I was ever happy, but this picture is proof. I was," she replied. Olive smiled.

"Maybe the calling wanted you to have that photo...to remind you what it was like to be happy," Olive suggested.

"It's going to take more than a picture of a slushie," Angelina said.

"What about tasting one?" Olive suggested. She smiled.

"I just want to get rid of these visions. If a slushie will help, I'll have 12 of them," Angelina joked, as they headed for Olive's car.


David had arrived at Vance's house and received a welcome from his wife, Estelle and they proceeded to talk.

"Do the boys know that he's been in hiding this whole time?" David asked, referring to Vance's sons.

"Yeah. Only thing that's kept me sane is knowing that one day I'll be able to tell them that he's finally coming home. I suspect that day is not today," Estelle replied.

"Estelle, we were ambushed by the Cuban military. He's not coming home any time soon. I am so sorry," David said.

"No. No, he told me that, after this, he'd be done," she replied, with a sharp tone.

"Estelle, I hate that you and your family are going through this, especially since I was the one that dragged him to Cuba," David apologized.

"You're the one who dragged him into all of this. It's your fault that the world has to think that he's dead. And, yes, this is your fault. So if you're looking for absolution... get

him back. Do you hear me? Fix this. I don't care what it takes!" she said angrily.

"Uh, he... asked me to give you this," David said, as he gave her the ring.

"I swore that I'd never marry a man whose life was shrouded in secrets. Look what he put inside," she said, as David read the inscription.

"You shall know the truth," she said.

"And the truth shall set you free," David finished, realizing that he had heard it somewhere else.

"The truth shall set you free. Would...anyone else know that he used that quote?" he asked.

"Only the people who loved him enough to visit his grave. It's right on his tombstone," she answered.


"You really think the calling wanted us to get slushies?" Angelina asked, as she sipped at hers.

"Mmm. I have no idea, but, uh, I'm so glad that we did," Olive replied, as she enjoyed hers.

"You know, this might be the most fun I've ever had following a calling. So, thank you," Olive added.

"No, thank you. I needed this," Angelina said.

"Oh, and here comes a brain freeze," Olive replied, as they giggled and continued to enjoy their treat.


"What are we doing here?" Pete asked, as they arrived at the King Kone ice cream shop.

"You jogged my memory earlier when you mentioned how I used to be, back when I worked here. I'll bet Ron and Julie never bothered to change the combo to the safe in the

back," Jace said.

"Hey, Jace. Let's just go, all right? Wouldn't it be better if everyone thought that we were still at the bottom of that lake?" Kory reasoned.

"You saw the looks on those cops' faces. They know we're back," Jace argued.

"Well, then, let's just disappear. I don't know. Go to Canada or whatever," Kory argued back.

"For sure, but first, we got scores to settle. Now, let's go," he ordered.

"We're gonna do a smash-and-grab and peel out in an RV?" Pete asked.

"We might have to improvise," Jace said, as he got out of the RV.


Emma pressed the call button on the steering wheel, as they raced down the highway.

"State troopers got a tip about three guys getting out of an RV. One had a knife.

They're at a fast food joint called King Kone," Killian said.

"We're driving on a damaged radiator, but we're going as fast as we can" Ruby said, as Emma smashed her foot into the accelerator harder.

"Scratch that, now we're going as fast as we can, slightly faster than we can," Ruby corrected.


"Think I'm crazy yet?" Margaret asked, as she finished explaining everything. He smirked.

"I'll admit that it's a lot…but I know it's the truth. It's all been very strange since that plane came back," Leopold mentioned.

"It has…but it gave back everything I had lost. I'm sure this is the trade off for that," Margaret said.

"But if you're right about this Death date, these men will be gone again in a few months?" Leopold asked.

"Yes…we're still trying to figure out how the passengers can defeat their death date, but four months is still a long time when there are possible maniacs looking for your son,"

Margaret replied.

"Well…you are safe here. All of you. I only hope David and the girls will be along soon," he said.

"Me too…" she replied.


"Go to her. Go to her. Go to her," the voice said in their heads.

"What the hell was that?" Kory asked, as he stumbled a bit.

"You heard that, too?" Pete asked. Jace snarled.

"Go to her," it repeated.

"It's the damn kid that died in the lake," he growled.

"What the hell's "go to her" supposed to mean?" Kory asked.

"It's the cop. She's close," Jace replied.

"Go to her," it repeated.

"That kid's trying to mind control us to turn ourselves in," Jace growled.

"We got to go. Pete, Pete, we gotta go, man," Kory called, as Pete knelt down to pick something up off the ground. It was a photo.

"What are you doing? We gotta go! Get in the RV!" Jace screamed at him.

"This girl...I think I'm supposed to go to her," Pete said.

"What you talking about, man? We gotta go, the cops are coming! Come on, we gotta go!" Kory pleaded, as they heard the sirens closing in.

"The cops are coming!" Jace called, as he saw the car and then sped off, leaving Pete behind.

"Pete! Put your hands up!" Emma demanded, as she brandished her firearm and got out of the car.

"Put your hands up!" Emma said, as he obeyed.

"Hey! Hands on your back," she ordered, as he cooperated.

"Where are the others? Where are they?" Ruby demanded to know, but Pete was silent.


"The truth shall set you free." Arthur said, as David arrived at Vance's grave.

"About time you figured it out. Been following you all day," he said.

"Estelle said only people who love her husband would come here and remember his epitaph," David said.

"I'm here a lot. It was sorrow at first, losing my friend, my mentor. Then guilt that I wasn't

there to protect him. Then it became something else," Arthur said.

"What?" David asked.

"A nagging feeling that Robert Vance isn't buried in this grave," Arthur replied.

"You're right. He's alive," David revealed.

"Oh, my God. Tell him I want to talk…" Arthur said, but David cut him off.

"I can't. He's being held by the Cuban military," he said.

"What? How did he get himself…" Arthur started to say.

"I'm more concerned with how he's gonna get out. I've gone around and around, I can't figure it out. What if the government could do some kind of...I don't know. Some kind

of prisoner exchange," David said. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"The prisoner in question faked his own death, operated off the grid for a year-and-a-half, apparently in an embargoed country. Our government will classify him as a spy.

They're not gonna be interested in a prisoner exchange," Arthur replied.

"What if you go back and tell your people that Vance isn't the biggest news in Cuba, that there's something bigger? Much bigger. About 828?" David questioned.

"It would take something like that for me to move the mountains I need to move," Arthur said.

"Okay. But I need you to keep it under wraps. Vance's life is in the balance...and, in a way, so is every passenger's," David said.

"I promise, I'll do everything in my power to keep it a secret. But everyone on the planet is fascinated with 828, so it may not be in my power," Arthur warned.

"So, what is it? A piece of intel?" he asked.

"A piece of 828," David replied.


"As I said, you have the right to remain silent, but do you want to tell us what you were doing here?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, or where your lunatic brother went?" Ruby asked, but he was silent.

"Nothing? All right, in you go," she said, as she started to put him in the car when the photo fell from his hand.

"Wait, that's my photo," Pete said.

"Actually, it's NYPD's," Ruby replied, as she put it in an evidence bag.

"I'm gonna leave my card with the owner and tell him we're taking off," Emma said.

"Okay," Ruby replied.

"Aunt Emma?" Olive asked and the blonde turned in surprise to see her niece and Angelina there.

"What are you guys doing here? Didn't your dad tell you they're back?" Emma asked in alarm.

"Yeah, but Angelina had a calling," Olive replied.

"What was it?" Emma asked.

"The Archangel Michael holding scales. We dug up this box that she buried, like, a really long time ago," Olive answered. Emma sighed.

"Okay, but what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh. We lost something from the box. We're just trying to retrace our steps," Angelina replied.

"What was it?" Emma asked, as Angelina saw the bag in Ruby's hand.

"This," she said.

"No, wait, wait, please. That photo belongs to me," Pete said.

"No, it's mine. I dropped it," Angelina argued.

"How could you have a picture of me?" Pete asked. But she looked confused.

"This is a picture of me. Right there. I was ten years old," Angelina replied.

"In the background. That's my brother Jace working the counter, and that boy staring at the girl with the slushie, staring at you...that's me," Pete said, surprising them all.

"So, this is weird. What's the move?" Ruby asked. Emma sighed. Graham was counting on her going by the book this time.

"We're gonna go by the book. Olive, you need to go home. There are still two of these guys at large. Okay?" she insisted.

"No, I'm sorry. Uh, you can't take that. This is all I have," Angelina insisted.

"I know, but it's evidence. I'm sorry," Ruby replied.

"Aunt Emma, this is a part of a calling. Okay? You just saw what happened. All right? We have to keep it. Dad is gonna wanna see this, and there might be more clues," Olive

insisted.

"I can't. I'm sorry. It has to go in the report. I'm sorry. Get home safe," Emma replied.


Hours Later

"That was a very thorough report you submitted. Nice work, Emma," Graham said, once they arrived back at the station.

"Trying to do the right thing," Emma replied.

"Well, it paid off. Pete Baylor is back in custody, and I'm getting the help of every law enforcement agency in the country to hunt down the other two. In the meantime, you think you can get this back to its original owner? Forensics is done with it, andRuby mentioned it had sentimental value," he said, as he handed her the photo.

"Thank you, Captain," Emma replied.

"Anything else you want to share? I saw that video. Where do you think they were for three months? In that lake?" Graham asked curiously.

"The truth is, Captain, I...I don't know. I have my theories, but I know that you...prefer facts," Emma replied.

"Yeah…let's keep a lid on that video. Good work, Detective," he said.


"Yeah…we should be able to head up there soon. I think Agent King is going to get him out," David said, as he talked to his wife on the phone.

"That's wonderful…I'll feel better when we're all together again," Margaret said, as he saw breaking news on the television and the words 828. He unmuted the TV.

"David?" she asked.

"Turn on the news," he replied, as she did so and they listened to the report together, both stunned at this turn of events.

"Good evening, folks. Our top story to tell you about now, leaked photos from a driver who was working inside Guantanamo shows what appears to be airplane debris bearing the Montego Air logo. This could be the biggest bombshell yet in the Montego 828 investigation," the reporter on TV said.

"Ready?" Olive said, as she and Angelina were all packed.

"Shh," he chided, as they came to watch the TV with him.

"Discovery is leading to new speculation about the plane and passengers who landed in New York a year-and-a-half ago. If the plane is in pieces in the Caribbean, are there

two planes? And what does that mean about the people on the plane? Who, or some would say what, are the passengers who landed?" the reporter purported.

"The press has the story…" he said, as he heard brakes screeching and commotion outside.

"News vans…we can't go. They'll follow us all the way to your father's house," he said, into the phone.

"Then we'll come home," Margaret said.

"No…we can't risk it. Jace is still out there and I have a feeling he is going to know that Henry is alive," David replied. She knew he was right.

"You need to stay," he insisted.

"But what about you? He could come after you and Emma," she said.

"I know, my love…but I'll keep us safe until we can find a way to get up there without them following us," he said.

"I love you," she said, as he heard her sniff.

"I love you too…I'll call you later," he promised, as they heard someone shout to them through a bullhorn.

"David Nolan! Vicky Smith, local news. Two minutes of your time, please," she called, but he would refuse to answer her call and he hugged Olive gently. They were facing a

whole new slew of uncertainty and danger…