Freedom Fight: Beginnings Series Book 9 Read online

  CHAPTER TWO

  Beginnings, Montana

  In Robbie’s choice not to use the road to its full extent, the jeep bounced high in the air as he took what he liked to call his short cut across the foliage to the security training area. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift, he drove like Frank, fast and mindless. Then again, Robbie was filling in for him. “What was that?” Robbie closed one eye and held the ear piece to his headset tightly to his ear. “Repeat.”

  Mark’s voice would not have broken up if Robbie wouldn’t have had the jeep jumping all over the place. “We . . .eve . . . gal . . .um . . . co . . .its . . .go . . .”

  “Hold it. Let me get to the road.” There was a bump and silence as he drove. “Go on.”

  Mark huffed and for the fourth time he repeated what he had been trying to tell Robbie. “We received a signal. It came from Quantico a few minutes ago.”

  “Any idea who was contacting or where?” Robbie asked as he drove.

  “Negative. Thirty second radio relay to home base.”

  “O.K., keep me posted, but I don’t think they’ll radio their men back.”

  “Got it.” Mark ended the call.

  Robbie seemed unfazed. Calls to George’s base in Quantico had occurred frequently since their whereabouts was discovered a few days earlier. Whereabouts that George knew, along with Beginnings, were too big to be touched.

  “Robbie, come in,” Joe called him. “Where are you?”

  “Check my schedule. I left it on your desk, Chief.”

  “I’m not at my desk. I’m filling in at the bakery.”

  “Cool.”

  “No it’s not cool. I’m stuck with Josephine.”

  “Oh yeah? Is she grabbing your butt yet?” Robbie snickered as he drove.

  “Robert,” Joe scolded. “Just tell me when you can check in with me?”

  “What’s up?”

  “A few things. When?”

  Robbie paused to think. “I’m near training now. I wanna check on things there. After that, I have to finish rounds and then I’m off to tracking. How about when I finish tracking?”

  “How about after training?”

  “Whatever you say, Chief.”

  The sound of Joe groaning was heard and then a hiss of the dead air.

  Robbie shrugged it off as he always did. He realized as he drove that he was on what he and Frank liked to call that ‘stupid winding road’. Using the basic geometry notion that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, Robbie drove off the road. It was a Slagel thinking thing; no matter how rough a ride, shorter was always better.

  ^^^^

  Slowly, while sipping from his coffee mug, triumphantly without spillage, Dean moved about the cryo-lab and back to his seat. Opening a huge thick folder, he heard the ‘ready’ beep of the second computer and blindly extended his arm, hit a key, and listened for the printer to begin. He winced a little at the squeaking sound of the old printer. He thought of the requisition he filled out to have it fixed when he realized that he would be working again in the cryo-lab, a requisition that still sat on the counter. Of course it was Dean’s first day back to the cryo-lab and he still hadn’t unpacked the equipment he brought from the mobile. For that, he could wait for Ellen. What he needed for work was all right there with him.

  The squeak of the printer irritated him, but not as much as when he glanced down at his watch and saw the time. Why was Ellen so late? Maybe Frank did sneak her off to a secluded sector of Beginnings. Dean would definitely ream him out over that, but both Frank and Ellen should have returned to work. Again Dean looked at his watch. ‘Ellen, come on. We have work!’ He scolded in his mind.

  The buzzing of the cryo-door brought a smile from Dean until he turned around and saw it wasn’t Ellen.

  Johnny Slagel stopped in his swaying stride entrance to the lab. He was a mirror image of his father Frank, with the exception that he wasn’t quite as big. He raised an eyebrow and glanced behind him with an odd look when he saw the stare Dean gave him. He shrugged and continued in his walk in. “Hey, Dr. Dean. I brought you those files and samples from the lab. Check this out.” Johnny laid a specimen tray on the counter. “Seventeen cases of viral pneumonia. I collected some sputum specimens. Jason needs you to confirm. He says remnants of the plague are wreaking their effects. Whatever.” He shuffled through the files. “He says it sounds like a TB clinic in the clinic, and he wants to know where is that last batch of expectorant you whipped up. If there isn’t any . . .”

  “Where the hell is Ellen?” Dean snapped.

  “I don’t know. Anyhow, he says if there isn’t any, can you please . . . and he did use the word please, make some more? Of course that’s after you’ve played with the seventeen samples of phlegm.” Johnny let out a long breath. He said what he had to say and then he stared at a quiet Dean. “What’s wrong?”

  “Do you know where she is?” Dean asked.

  “Who?”

  “Ellen.”

  “No, why? You don’t?”

  “I thought I did.”

  “If I see her I’ll tell her you’re looking for her. But . . . I have to go.” Johnny backed up. “Just wanted to leave those for you on my way to the . . . hey, this rec for the printer, do you want me to drop it off at mechanics?”

  “Yeah . . . Johnny?”

  Johnny stopped and turned towards Dean.

  “Henry thinks your father kidnapped Ellen from Beginnings. She’s not around. Do you think that’s possible? Do you think your father would do that?”

  Johnny just laughed. “Henry’s half baked. No. With all the shit that’s happened, my father wouldn’t leave Beginnings. No way. If he has Ellen anywhere I’ll bet it’s up in that wooded section beyond the fields. We could look for days for them there.”

  “You really think?”

  “I know my dad. The last thing he would do is take Ellen outside our walls where he knows it’s nowhere near safe.”

  “Thanks, Johnny.”

  “No problem.” Johnny proceeded to leave the cryo lab.

  Dean stood from his seat and walked to the work that Johnny left for him. He slid it closer then looked at his watch again. “Frank, you’ve got until this afternoon to bring her back,” Dean spoke to himself, “then I’m coming up there and getting her myself.”

  ^^^^

  Their unison counting carried to Robbie and, like a familiar scent or song, it took him back to his Army days. He pulled up to the training area. A place that used to be one square mile of land used for shooting and maneuvers was now built as something more. A barrack style building had been erected quickly and another one was in the process of being built courtesy if the new building crew or rather the twenty-seven defectors from the Caceres Society Army. They lived there and now trained there with the other fifty-four Beginnings men who worked security, both full time and reserve. Right there, in the morning hours of Beginnings, not a single one of them were building. Forty men, all the new additions, lined up four rows of ten. Dan called out as he slowly paced in front of them, barking out orders like a drill sergeant, and leading them in calisthenics before they would move on to other maneuvers for the day. Training.

  Robbie stepped from the jeep, walked in front of it, leaned against the hood, and lit a cigarette. He watched them perform part of the training schedule Frank had set up. Frank planned their day from sun up till sun down. Every security person in Beginnings would train. If they held other divisional jobs, a time of training would be allotted for them. Gazing out at them, Robbie’s mind moved back to just a few days earlier when they realized how massive of a force they were up against. A simple meeting was held in Joe’s office. It made Robbie laugh because when was there ever a simple meeting in Joe’s office . . .

  “Total structuring,” Joe stated to Frank and Robbie who sat across from his desk. “Frank, you have twenty-seven new guys, twelve SUTs, and seven coming from containment. Start with this crew for your new structuring.”


  “I structure,” Frank said defensively. “I train my guys good.”

  “Yeah, I know this, but you heard what Jess said. He was there. The society runs like the old world army and that’s what I want from Beginnings. This may end up bigger than just defending Beginnings and you know it.”

  “So Dad,” Robbie interjected, “we’re gonna need more men. Have you given any thought to my suggestion?”

  “What suggestion?” Frank asked. “If this is security, I need to know.”

  Joe waved his hand to Frank. “Robbie made a suggestion and yes, I thought about it. I’ll speak to Henry and Danny today about making more of those Auralnator things. I think that’s the best way to go. Frank, I want you and Robbie to start training our men for Robbie’s . . .” Joe cringed, “four ‘S’ Plan.”

  Frank looked curiously at Robbie.

  “Sneak, squeeze, and seize the SUTs,” Robbie explained.

  Frank nodded with a closed mouth approval look. “Excellent. O.K., so, structuring. You want strict military like the old days?”

  “Yes.” Joe nodded. “Breed some pride and respect. Not that our men don’t have it, but there was nothing like the old days when a military man defended his home.”

  “Got it,” Frank said. “Are we reestablishing ranks?”

  “It’s up to you,” Joe answered.

  Frank looked at Robbie. “I’m game.”

  “So am I,” Robbie said, “as long as you don’t make yourself a general.”

  “Now why would you say that?” Frank snapped at him. “Why would I make myself a general? I hated officers.”

  “O.K. then make me a general.”

  “No way. Whatever I make myself, I will outrank you.”

  “Why do you have to outrank me?” Robbie argued.

  “Because I’m older and I run security.”

  “You just want me to have to salute you.”

  “You better believe it, little brother.”

  “Here’s my salute.” Robbie shot Frank the middle finger.

  “Oh nice, very nice.” Frank held out his hand. “See Dad.”

  Joe huffed as he ran his hand down his face. “Does this have to be decided now?”

  Both Frank and Robbie answered, ‘Yes.’

  “Tell you what,” Joe stated with irritation. “I’ll decide who is ranked what. No officer structure. Deal? We don’t want Dean coming in here thinking he has an ‘in’ because he outranked the both of you in the old world. It will be enlisted man ranking with . . . Frank being the highest ranked enlisted man.”

  “Oh yes!” Frank clenched his fist.

  “That sucks.”

  “Robert,” Joe stated strongly, “experience dictates. You’re second. Frank, set it up from there on.”

  “Got it,” Frank agreed. “What about you, Dad? Hey wait, I know. Robbie, he’s the Commander in Chief.”

  “That’s too long to say,” Robbie argued. “We could call him. C.O.C.”

  Frank looked serious then he snickered.

  “What?” Robbie asked.

  “You want to call Dad a cock?”

  “No, that’s not what I . . .” Robbie shifted his eyes to Joe then laughed.

  “Don’t even think about it. And it’s C I C you moron. Who the hell taught you to spell.” Joe pointed. “Just put this plan in motion, the both of you, and make it work. Make it work fast.”

  . . . Robbie smiled one more time at that thought as he tossed his cigarette. He lifted himself from his lean on the jeep and walked closer to the training men. It was a plan still in motion, but it was moving fast, just like his father had requested.

  ^^^^

  Scott was the inside mechanics man. He was the one, and always had been, who stayed behind and fixed the smaller things people dropped off. Henry, John Matoose, Robbie, and now Danny Hoi were the ones who moved about the community. Not going about the community suited Scott fine. He was never a people person and still wasn’t, even though there weren’t that many people left to have to be a people person. When anyone in Beginnings would drop things off, he’d rush them out, acting all busy. Some never got his hints. Those few were always women. Jenny always had a problem that no one else could fix. Trish always had the problem that needed to be fixed right then and there, and Andrea could never leave without sharing a story. Ellen couldn’t leave without bitching and Josephine wouldn’t leave unless she made some sort of sexual advance. Scott always felt he had the built in people detector radar. Robbie kidded with him often that they should hang him from a tree instead of Danny’s tracking devices because Scott could sense someone approaching long before they got there. Of course that only applied to the time he worked in mechanics. His senses also kicked in when Henry neared mechanics but didn’t zoom in on the other person with Henry. His ears beat his senses to the punch when he heard a baby’s cry, loud, long, hysterical, and drawing closer and closer. Scott cringed.

  Henry walked in, bringing a screaming Nick strapped inside a knapsack on his back. “Hey Scott.” Henry looked more frazzled then he did in the morning. He dropped his tool bag and grabbed the requisitions from the ‘In’ bin.

  “Henry? Why isn’t Nick in the nursery?”

  “Hap kicked him out. He hates my kid. He says he’s too fussy and I’m not to bring him back for two hours.”

  “Maybe he’s sick. Did you take him to see Dean?”

  Henry’s eye lit up. “You know what? I will. Good idea.”

  “Sounds like he’s teething, ” Scott commented.

  “So why is crying? He should be happy. I know I would want to have teeth instead of just those gums. He probably just misses his mom.”

  Scott looked at Henry, laughing. “Ellen? I can’t recall ever seeing her with Nick.”

  “O.K., he probably misses Frank. Frank kidnapped Ellen, you know.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I heard it all from you this morning.” Scott rolled his eyes. “Can’t you shut him up?” Scott asked as he held his ear closed. “Feed him or something.”

  “He won’t eat for me. I think he likes to cry to hear himself.”

  At that second, the mechanics door opened and Danny Hoi walked in. He immediately started laughing. “Oh my God, Henry. I bet you were exactly like that when you were a baby, whining all the time.”

  “Very funny.” Henry resumed looking at his requisitions.

  Danny dropped a pile of papers on the counter. “These are done.” He walked behind Henry and grabbed Nick from the knapsack. Nick stopped crying. “There, that’s better. For as wiry as your dad is, I wouldn’t want to be strapped to his back either.”

  Henry looked up and about. “Hey, Nick stopped crying.” Henry seemed surprised, especially when he looked and saw Danny was holding the baby. “Danny, good job. Thanks.”

  “He needed to be held. You know what?” Danny asked.

  “Huh?” Henry reviewed the orders from the work Danny did. “Excellent job getting these done so quickly.”

  “Thanks. Anyway, I think you should let me have this kid,” Danny joked. “He looks more like me than you anyhow.”

  “O.K.,” Henry said and set down the work orders, “but just until Frank gets back because Frank likes him.”

  “Henry, I’m kidding.”

  “Aw.” Henry whined. “You shouldn’t do that Danny on such serious issues.”

  “Don’t you want your kid?”

  “Not when he’s crying.”

  Danny laughed. “Then you must never want your kid, because anytime I ever see him with you, he’s crying. What is up with your hair today?”

  Henry ran his hands through it. “Oh, I’m just frazzled.”

  Scott heard Henry’s response and he immediately looked at Danny, giving him a warning not question Henry any further.

  Danny wasn’t paying attention. “Why are you frazzled? We did all the work.”

  “Ha, ha, ha. Funny. No. In case you didn’t hear, Frank kidnapped Ellen.”

  Scott’s hands slammed down on the ta
ble. “And for those of us who did hear it a million times, we now have to hear it again.”

  “You’re kidding. Frank kidnapped Ellen?” Danny asked.

  “Yep. He took her right from Beginnings, left a note and everything,” Henry explained.

  “How is something like that dealt with around here?” Danny questioned. “I mean, when Frank gets back, do they let him back in. What?”

  “They’ll let him back in, but I’m sure Joe will yell at him really badly,” Henry nodded, “And Dean is going to be so pissed off when he finds out.”

  “Dean doesn’t know?”

  “He doesn’t realize it’s true. I told him. He thinks I’m crazy but I know Frank took her. They all think he has her somewhere on Beginnings property. I know better because I know Frank.” Henry took a stack of orders over to the file cabinet and laid them on top.

  “Since you have to watch your own kid now, does this mean I have to find someone else to help me build more Auralnators?”

  “No,” Henry answered, “I’ll find someone to help out with him. In fact, I’ll speak to Joe during our meeting this afternoon.” Henry looked as his watch. “Speaking of which . . . I’d better hurry up and look at perimeter twelve ahead of time. I know Joe will ask about it.” Henry hurried and lifted his tool bag. “See you guys.” He darted out the door.

  “Henry. You forgot . . .” Danny held his hand out then dropped it when he saw Henry was gone. Danny looked at Nick in his arms, “…your kid.”

  Scott snickered. “He did the exact same thing to me this morning.”

  “What am I supposed to do with him? I can’t just . . .” A bright smile hit Danny.

  “What? What’s that look for?”

  Danny nodded his head. “I’ve got a great idea.” He moved to the door with Nick. “It’s time to put Henry’s true paternal instincts to test. See ya.” Danny left with Nick.

  Scott shook his head and returned to his work. “Test Henry’s paternal instinct?” Scott chuckled, “He’ll fail.”

  ^^^^

  Opheim, Montana

  Ellen huffed. Her arms were folded to her as she stood outside with Frank. He faced one way over a small hill. She faced the opposite way yet they stood close enough their arms almost touched. She peered at the truck twenty feet away and huffed once more.